Chapter Nine #2
“I want you all to be here to witness this,” Draven said, and he moved toward me.
Had I read this wrong? Was he going to kill me? Make an example of me in front of everyone?
He stepped close to me, and shocked me as he kissed me in front of everyone. He’d been openly affectionate all evening. I loved the way he touched my hip, stroking his fingers across my flesh. It felt like he was trying to reassure me.
Now, he shocked me as he sunk to one knee before me. I didn’t have a clue what was happening, and then he opened a velvet box, and I stared at a stunning engagement ring.
“Maeve Taylor, will you please do me the honor of becoming my wife?” he asked, for the whole room to hear.
I was shocked. The man I was falling in love with, the man who was for all intents and purposes my owner, was asking me to marry him.
I looked at him and couldn’t help but smile as I said yes.
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Draven
I wanted Maeve’s family to be there when I turned the tide. Everything had been put in place for a reason.
Maeve was my wife, they were not safe. They had treated Maeve like an object, to be sold at their whim, and now they were at her mercy.
After she accepted my proposal, I slid the ring on her finger, kissed her, and escorted her from the party. I spent the whole night making love to my fiancée.
I didn’t regret making her mine, and I knew there was a high chance I was going to make her pregnant soon. For the first time in my life, I was not wearing a condom, and all I wanted was to be inside her every chance I got.
Unfortunately, right now, I could not be with my woman. Instead, I had to deal with Mikhail Vasiliev. He had attempted to flee, leaving a trail of badly beaten girls, which helped lead me right to him.
His men were gone, and now I had him hanging upside down in my warehouse. He spun around, his leg attached to the ceiling, bleeding onto the floor.
“We can make a deal,” Mikhail said.
I laughed. “I don’t make deals.”
“Any girl you want. I can guarantee it, she will be yours,” Mikhail said. “Please, fuck, please, I don’t want to fucking die. Taylor told me this was mine. That I could take it from you. That all I had to do was bide my time, build up my army.” He started to sob.
Mikhail liked to tell truth mingled with lies. I was aware that Mikhail and Joseph Taylor had worked together. I knew of Joseph’s growing wealth and his greed for more. It had taken twenty-one years for that greed to return.
“I could work for you. Tell you what Taylor is up to. He doesn’t like you, man. He wants to fucking end you.” Mikhail groaned.
“I know,” I said.
Mikhail groaned. “He’s going to try and take out his daughter. You know the one that was given to you. There is a hit out on her.”
I was aware of this and had already taken care of it. Joseph had quite a few friends, but I had a lot more. When he put out a hit on Maeve, I was alerted to it right away. That hit was removed.
I hadn’t put a hit out on him. Maeve was not aware of what her father had attempted to do. I don’t know if she would be willing to forgive him. I know I wasn’t.
“Shit, please, he is going to try and kill her. If they can’t kill her, he will find another way. He wants her dead.”
This made me look at him. “Why does he hate his daughter so much?” I asked.
“How the fuck should I know? I didn’t even realize he had an older daughter. He kept that shit secret. I don’t fucking know, shit, man. I was just playing my shot. That was all I was doing. You’d have done it if you were in my position.”
I stared at him, and the truth was, I was now bored.
“I did play my shot in your position. The difference between you and me, Mikhail, is I won.” And with that, I drew the blade across his neck, killing him. I didn’t wait to see the life escaping him.
Something wasn’t right. I don’t know why I felt that way, but something wasn’t adding up.
Leaving the warehouse, organizing the removal of Mikhail’s body was a breeze. Climbing into the back of my car, I dealt with a few pieces of business on my cell phone. All the time, I couldn’t help but think about Maeve.
Now, I pulled up her photograph and looked at her.
She had beautiful raven hair, blue eyes.
Next, I pulled up a photograph taken at the party of Joseph, his two remaining sons, his wife, and his daughter.
They had a mixture of blonde, brown hair, brown eyes, and green eyes.
Maeve was the odd woman in the bunch. There was no picture of her with her family.
Was Maeve even his daughter?
Finding the name of my informant, I dialed his number and asked him to forward me all the medical records, including Maeve’s date of birth.
Sitting back in my car, I make my way home, and it is still fucking hot as hell. We were having the last summer burst of hot weather. The moment I arrive home, my guard tells me Maeve is out in the garden, soaking up the sun. I don’t go inside, as I want to see her.
From the moment I had seen her at eighteen, then at nineteen, watching the fire and passion within her, I had started to fall for her.
I never gave into temptation to see her, although there were plenty of opportunities along the way.
I held myself back, giving her time, watching her flourish, even as I knew she struggled. I watched and waited.
Stepping around into the back garden, I watched her on the grass. She’d laid out a blanket and had not bothered to grab a sunbed from the pool room. I knew she hated asking the guards for help. She told me they already had a job to do, and she didn’t like to pull them away from it.
For a few seconds, I watched her. She wore a pair of sunglasses, and a one-piece swimsuit. I loved that she always tried to be modest, never exposing too much of herself to my guards. They would never cross that line. I trusted them with her care.
Stepping across the garden, I made my way to her side, and I must have made some kind of sound because she tilted her head back, and the moment she caught sight of me, she was on her feet. I stood my ground and picked her up in my arms, spinning her around.
“You’re home early,” Maeve said.
“I missed you.”
She let out a little giggle, and then I pulled her in close to kiss her.
She moaned. “Again.”
I grabbed her ass, wrapping her legs around my waist, then I walked her back inside.
There was only one place I wanted to go, and I took her straight to my office.
Sitting her on top of my desk, I slid the strap of her suit off one arm then the other.
I stared into her eyes, as I pulled it down and her tits spilled out.
They were more than a generous handful, and I couldn’t get enough of them.
Holding their weight within my hands, I stroked my thumbs across the hard nubs, hearing her release a moan. My dick was rock-hard.
I groaned and took possession of her lips. Sliding my tongue across her full bottom lip, I bit down, not hard to cause pain, but filled with passion. Her tongue met mine, and I broke the kiss to attack her neck. I knew she loved when I kissed her neck, and I loved how wet she got.
Pushing the rest of her suit off her body, I got it to her hips and tugged it down, sliding it past her ass and letting it fall to the floor. Her body was nice and hot from the warmth of the sun.
Running my hands all over her, I went between her thighs and cupped her pussy. She cried out my name, and it echoed across the walls.
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip as I pressed a single finger inside her. Twisting my fingers, I pressed my thumb across her clit and stroked back and forth, feeling her tighten around my fingers. I was so ready to fuck her.
Maeve reached for my belt buckle, sliding it open and easing down my zipper. She reached inside, gripping my dick and pulling it out of my pants.
I couldn’t take my eyes away from her. She was fucking stunning, and I couldn’t wait to be inside her.
Moving her hand out of the way and pulling mine from her pussy, I pressed the tip to her entrance and then slid within her. The moment I was inside her, I couldn’t help but grunt as it felt so fucking good. She was magical.
Inch by inch, she sank onto my dick, and I put my hands to her hips and pressed forward. I kissed her, and the moment I was balls-deep, I held myself there, not wanting to move, just to bask in this moment. It felt good. It felt better than good.
I closed my eyes, then after a brief second, I opened them, looked at her, and started to pull out. She cried out, the whimper going straight to my dick.
I knew what I wanted. I pulled out of her pussy and moved her into position, so she was bent over the desk and able to take my whole dick.
Shoving myself deep inside her from behind, I held her hips in place.
I took hold of her hands and placed them across the desk, making her hold onto the edge. She whimpered.
I ran my hands all over her and started to slowly move inside her.
I couldn’t help myself, and I watched my cock ease out of her tight cunt.
I didn’t pull all the way out of her, just so the tip was still within her.
Grabbing her hips tightly, I slammed to the hilt and felt her pulse around my dick.
This was fucking everything. I would gladly spend the rest of my life making love and fucking this woman. She was mine and I was hers.
Picking up the pace, I started to fuck her, which wasn’t enough, and I got a little rough with her. I knew I wasn’t going to last, so I got her to start stroking her clit, because I didn’t want to stop fucking her.
Over and over I drove inside her, taking what was mine. Maeve was mine. I felt that possession deep in my core.
The moment she came, I was not far behind her, pulsing wave upon wave of cum into her womb.
She was going to be the mother of my children, my wife, my everything.