Chapter 10
10
ALARIC
B irdie is trembling beneath me. The taste of her cunt is still on my lips when she whispers, begging me to fuck her.
I’ve done despicable things in my life. I’ve killed, cheated, stolen, and lied.
But taking this perfect angel’s innocence feels like the worst.
I should be prouder of making her come on my tongue, but I only feel like a monster. I enjoyed that far more than I should have. To be honest, I’m enjoying all of this too much. Fucking a sweet virgin who happens to be Violet’s girlfriend does not make me a good man, but enjoying it this much makes me a despicable one.
As I drape my body over hers, my cock leaks at the tip with anticipation. Brushing her hair out of her face, I look her in the eyes. “Just look at me, okay, Princess?”
With her lips pressed together tightly, she nods.
“She’s doing this to hurt you, but don’t give her the satisfaction of letting her see your pain.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
“It’s going to hurt, but only at first,” I say lowly.
“You have fifteen minutes, Mr. Stone,” Clarissa snaps from the other side of the room.
My molars grind as I hold Birdie’s gaze. “It’s just me and you,” I mumble.
“What if it doesn’t fit?” Birdie chirps with fear.
I give her a soft, reassuring smile. “It’ll fit, Princess.”
She gulps and tightens her grip around my neck.
“Now, hold on to me,” I say in a raspy whisper.
When I line my cock up with her cunt, it’s still so soaked, my cock slips easily in just an inch before I feel resistance. She tenses in my arms.
“Just do it,” she murmurs.
“Relax, angel,” I reply. “This part will hurt.”
“I can take it,” she says confidently.
I smile down at her, proud of her strength. Leaning in, I kiss her on the forehead.
Then I drive my hips forward, breaking through the barrier and sliding all the way in. Her pussy is tight, and she screams in my ear from the pain. It makes me hate myself for how good it feels.
“I’m so sorry, Princess,” I whisper against the side of her head.
“It’s okay,” she replies. “It’s not your fault. It just…burns.”
“I’ll give you a moment. Once I start moving, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”
Lifting up on my hands, I rise to see her eyes. With my cock buried deep inside her, I feel like she’s an extension of myself. I’ve never felt like this with a woman before, but the urge to protect and care for this one is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
I would murder every person in this room for her. I probably should.
After only two days, she has stolen my heart straight from my chest. It’s hers now, and I don’t even care. She can have anything of mine.
“Alaric, are you okay?” she breathes.
I must look like a deer in headlights, staring at her in shock as I realize I’m falling hard for this girl I’ve just met.
Pulling my cock out to the tip, I slowly thrust back in. A moan claws its way up my throat at the sensation of her body choking the life out of my dick.
She winces in pain, so I shut my eyes tight so I don’t have to see the way I’m hurting her.
I pull out and thrust in again, and again, and again. Picking up my speed, I know the best thing I can do for her at this point is to get it over with quickly.
God, I’m so disgusted with myself.
Then I hear her whimper beneath me. A grunt escapes my lips, and I open my eyes to find her face no longer frozen in pain but bordering on pleasure. Suddenly I’m thrusting harder, working at different angles, desperate to hear her make that sound again.
“It feels…better now,” she mumbles in a gasping response.
“It does?” I ask.
“Y-yes. Right there,” she says, adjusting her hips to find a spot that feels good to her.
It’s so hot and beautiful that I might explode already. “Use my cock.” I grunt. “Find what feels good.”
“Go slow,” she murmurs. “But a bit…harder?”
Her sweet voice making requests is almost too much. When I slam into her, she whimpers again, and I nearly come.
“Oh fuck, Princess. You feel so good.”
Her face morphs into euphoria at my words, clearly loving the praise.
“You are so fucking perfect,” I mutter between thrusts. “And you’re all fucking mine, understand?”
She gasps, her mouth hanging open as she struggles to breathe between each violent impact of my cock impaling her. Reaching down, I grab her right leg and hold her under the knee so I can plunge even deeper.
“Yes,” she cries out, throwing her head back.
“That’s right. You love my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she repeats, higher pitched this time. I know we’re loud enough for our audience to hear us, but I don’t care. Right now, she is the only person who matters.
Forever—she is the only person who matters.
My balls start to tighten, and I know I’m close. “Tell me you want me to come inside you.” I growl into the crook of her neck.
“Please,” she says on a whimper. “Come inside me, Alaric. Make me yours.”
“Oh, you’re fucking mine, Princess.”
With that, I pound in one last time before pleasure explodes behind my eyes, coursing through every inch of my body. My dick shudders inside her, filling her up as I groan out my release.
The sensation lingers so long that I refuse to pull out. Even after the orgasm ends, I rest my pounding heart on hers. We breathe the same air. She is mine in every way that matters.
I have never felt changed by sex before, but Birdie changed me. It’s like she crawled inside my chest and buried herself against my heart.
When her eyes find mine, I swear she can feel it too.
“Congratulations, Mr. Stone. You’ve won yourself a wife. She’s yours now. Your burden. Do with her what you will.” Clarissa’s voice is like a harsh buzzing sound somewhere in the distance, but I’m too focused on Birdie to care.
I hear footsteps and the door opening. Then, a cold “Come on, Violet.”
That’s when I turn around to see Violet’s tear-streaked face. She’s seemingly surrendered to her grief as she shuffles out the door behind her mother.
The door closes with a thud, and just like that, I’m alone with Birdie.
I finally ease my cock out and stare down at her in concern.
Brushing her hair back from her face again, I whisper, “My sweet princess, are you okay?”
Her next inhale is a shuddering sound. Then she nods. “Yes.”
“Let me get something to clean you up,” I say as I rise from the bed. When I reach the bathroom, I see the streaks of blood on my cock. I’m a vile piece of shit for how much that turns me on. My dick is already hardening again at the sight.
I dash to the sink and wash it off in a rush, disgusted with myself. I won’t let her see that. Then I grab a washcloth and soak it in warm water before taking it back out to the room to find her curled up on her side, waiting for me.
“Let me, darling,” I mutter softly as I peel back the blankets. She’s such a good girl for me, spreading her legs and letting me wipe her clean of the blood and leaking cum. Her eyes stay on my face the entire time, watching me with a perplexed expression as if she’s studying me.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
I pause and gaze into her eyes. “Don’t thank me.”
“You got me away from her. You saved me,” she replies.
“I’m no hero, Birdie,” I reply darkly.
“You’re my hero.”
I only grunt in response. Then I toss the washcloth back in the bathroom and cover Birdie back up with the blankets.
“What now?” she asks innocently.
I know she means for us, for her, for her future. But I don’t have those answers. And I don’t want to scare the poor girl when I tell her that I meant every word. She belongs to me now. She is my burden—my beautiful, perfect, sexy-as-fuck burden.
I can’t let her go.
So I keep that part to myself for now.
“Now you sleep,” I reply, clicking off the lamp next to the bed.
“Sleep next to me,” she whispers.
“I will,” I say, but I can’t sleep yet. I can’t rest until I go take care of something.
“Where are you going?” she asks.
When I don’t answer, she bites her bottom lip.
“You don’t have to tell me. I don’t need to know, but if you see Violet…” Her voice cracks on the name. “Tell her I’ll be waiting.”
I let out a heavy sigh as I nod. “I will.”
Leaning down, I kiss her forehead and watch as she flutters her eyes closed and falls asleep.
For a while, I don’t move. I can’t look away.
It’s like I’m standing at a crossroads. After all the bullshit my life has given me, it decided to drop this angel in my life like I’m supposed to know what to do with her. The last time I felt myself falling in love with someone, it was Violet, and she left me high and dry for nothing. I don’t know if she fully grasps the pain I felt from her absence.
And now I feel the same thing again with Birdie. Who is in love with Violet.
What a mess.
All I know is I can’t walk away. I’m in too deep. I care too much. If I get in my car tomorrow and drive home without her, I won’t be able to resume my life the way it was.
But she’s not mine to keep. Not yet.
All I know is that Birdie is not leaving this mansion without me.