Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
HENRY
Sitting at home, my fingers are curled around my whiskey glass when my phone lights up with Bella’s name. Uneasiness settles in my chest.
“Bella, are you okay?” I ask, heart pounding in my chest.
“I am fiiiiiine,” she slurs the words and lets out a giggle.
She is drunk.
Totally blind drunk.
Rage simmers inside of me.
“You’re drunk,” I tell her, already standing and putting her on speaker phone so I can see her location. She’s across from the office. I can be there in ten.
I am already texting Jeff to pull the car around.
“And?” she sighs, “I was calling you for a reason,” and I can hear her trying to be assertive, can imagine her standing a little taller, pushing her pretty tits out.
I roll my lips.
“It’s over between us. I don’t want to be your…” she pauses, “ mistress, ” she whispers into the speaker and my chest aches. I don’t want her to be my mistress either, then she really fucking rattles me. “I have Tate. And Tate doesn’t have a wife, and I am sure Tate will fuck me just as good, if not better than you,” she hiccups before continuing. “So goodbye Mr Henry,” and she fucking cuts me off.
Mr fucking Henry.
I am seething.
Who the fuck is Tate.
I swear to God if he even places a fucking fingertip on her skin, I will rip his fucking head off.
Swiping my keys off the side table, I yank the door open and see Jeff sitting kerbside. I don’t fuck about. I slam the door behind me, and I am running towards the car.
“Go to the office,” I order, and Jeff puts his foot down and pulls away.
I try ringing her, but it goes to voicemail.
“Fuck!” I slam my fist into the back of the passenger seat and Jeff looks at me in the rearview. He knows better than to question me. I talk to Jeff a lot, but when my heads gone, and I am in this state he knows to keep quiet.
We get there in ten minutes and I swear Jeff jumped every red light.
I’m out the car before he even stops, and I run across the road to the bar where her phone last pinged her location. Pushing through the doors, my chest is heaving as I scan the room for her and my fucking heart bottoms out.
There she is. My Bella, kissing some scrawny little cunt.
Not on my watch.
I storm over, grabbing Tate by the shoulder and pulling him off her, then landing a fist into his face. Fuck.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I spit down at him.
“Henry!” she shouts at me, standing from the stool and nearly losing her balance.
Tate looks at a pretty blonde girl, then back to Bella who is trying to drag me away.
“Keep your fucking hands off of her, she belongs to me. Don’t you dare touch her, don’t even fucking look in her direction,” I shout, and I am fully aware I have lost my fucking head over this girl.
Tate cowers back, nodding, and I feel a little bad. His lip and nose are busted.
I twist around and see her standing there. All glassy eyed and dazed on alcohol. I shake my head, bending over slightly and scooping her up as I toss her over my shoulder, then I grab her bag from the table.
“Where are you taking her?” Her friend stands up, moving in front of me, eyes bouncing between mine and not going to lie, she kind of scares me.
“I’m taking her home, with me, I’ll get her to call you in the morning,” and my hardened facial expression softens as Bella slaps me on the back.
“I know where you live mother fucker, if she hasn’t called me by seven a.m. tomorrow, I will find you,” she narrows her gaze on me and my lips twitch.
“Okay,” I nod softly and walk Bella out of the bar and into my car, all whilst she is kicking and screaming.
Throwing her in the back of the car, I slide in next to her and slam the doors.
“Who do you think you are?” she shouts at me, then slaps me across my face.
Shit.
“You are blind drunk, he would have taken advantage of you!” I shout back at her.
“What like you did the other night?” her brows raise.
“Don’t you dare,” I seethe as my rage simmers.
“Catch a nerve?” she fucking snarls at me like a dog.
“Not a nerve, I told you I haven’t been with Clarissa in fuck knows how long. It’s all about you, Bella. Now I have you, do you think I am going to let you go?” I pant, my anger brews.
“You fucking someone else then? Because I don’t believe you,” she half laughs, half chokes.
“You’re testing my patience.”
“And you test mine, Tate is good for me. He isn’t fucking married and I’m sure as hell he wouldn’t treat me like a whore,” she spits at me and I find myself dragging her onto my lap, hands clasping her face.
“I haven’t once treated you like a whore,” now it’s my turn to snarl, “I don’t want any other man’s hands on you. You. Are. Mine,” I grit, my teeth clenched.
“Fuck you,” she spits at me, and I have no idea why but my cock hardens.
I curl my fingers around the base of her throat and tighten and she fucking smirks at me.
“I can fuck whoever I want, Henry,” she goads me, eyes narrowing on mine, “just because you’ve buried your cock inside of me a few times doesn’t make me yours,” and I fucking lose it.
My lips are on hers; her hands are clasping my face as my hands skim down her tight little body and I shove her dress around her waist. Tugging my trousers down, my cock springs free and her needy little cunt is grinding all over me.
“Not mine? No?” I nip at her bottom lip making her gasp.
“Never,” she moans into my mouth.
“Your needy little cunt tells me otherwise; you’re practically dripping all over my lap, Bella.”
“That was because of Tate,” I fucking see red.
Pushing her back, I rub the head of my aching cock over her clit before sliding it through her soaked pussy lips just as she lifts her hips for me and I slam into her, hard and fast.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I snarl at her, hand clasped around her throat, the other holding her still and curled around her hip. “You are mine, your cunt is mine and I am going to keep fucking you until you’re pregnant with my baby.”
She moans, head tipped back as my cock slips in and out of her, the pressure building deep inside of me as I slam into her in punishing strokes.
“If you were five minutes later,” she pants, “Tate would have been fucking me in the restroom,” and I fucking growl, tightening my grip around her throat.
“He wouldn’t have had a chance to get near you,” I groan as my cock pounds into her cunt. “This pussy is mine, I would have fucked you in front of him, I wouldn’t have given a shit. Don’t test me Bella and don’t keep fucking goading me with Tate.” My jaw clenches as I push her back slightly and watch the way my cock fills her pussy.
She reaches her arms up and holds onto the handles above the windows, holding herself up as she tries to take control, lifting herself up and down as her soaked cunt glides up and down my cock.
“Do you like that?” she teases me, smiling at me.
“Fuck,” I groan as she continues fucking me and I am ready to cum.
She stills for a moment and rests her feet on the leather of the chairs, her back against the small, glassed panel as her hips being to ride me, her pussy full of my cock as I watch it slip in and out of her, stretching her out and I just about lose it.
My hand drops from her throat and wrap around her hips, she still holds herself up but now I am the one fucking her. I lift my hips up and down as my cock pounds into her, our skin meeting and hitting together as her little cunt tightens around me and she comes, hard and fast, her body slackening but I don’t stop until I am filling her full of cum.
She lets go, her body collapsing on top of me and I place a kiss on the top of her head.
“You’re mine Bella. Don’t forget again.”
Once we were home, I fed her, bathed her then tucked her into bed. She slept for an hour before she was riding my cock again. I feasted on her soaking wet cunt, fucked her again and then, and only then did she fully settle. I was awoken with her knelt between my legs, ass in the air as she sucked my cock and I came in her pretty little mouth. I demanded she stayed in that position and I fucked her raw until it was time for her to go to work.
I was fucking obsessed with her.