Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Cyrus
S he’s mine.
Fucking mine.
And I think she knows it. I know she feels it. But she’s refusing to admit it.
It’s been a fucking week but it’s felt like a year. Ten.
A hundred.
Thinking about the destruction I inflicted on my own house the other day, part of me has to wonder if she isn’t right to stay away.
I know what I am. What I’ve always been. I’m the dangerous one, the one who never quite fit in with the legitimate life. Tor had his moments, but in the end he was always above board: lawyer, business owner and now family man. Sophia went to culinary school and developed skills she could use to build a career.
Me?
I learned how to sit at a card table and not lose more than I won. I figured out how to intimidate people with a single glance, so whoever it was would pay up what was owed and I wouldn’t have to get my knuckles bloody.
I invested in deals for illegal guns. I made friends with people who had fewer scruples than Al Capone. People that needed a guy like me that they could call on. Not all of them were on the wrong side of the law, but every single one put the gray in morally gray.
Fuck, I don’t like it. I never liked it. But it was always easy money and after my sports career imploded, what the hell.
It was that or start drinking.
I know taking that hit to the head changed me as well. I was always the darkest of my siblings but after my injury, something switched, and I gave zero fucks about anything but my family.
Until her.
Until Anna.
I’ve followed her. The day after her softball game, I showed up at the Welsh Center knowing she was there, demanding to get five minutes of her time. I even had a ring in my back pocket, ready to get down on one knee. It’s insanity.
I spent the entire night after we met in my jewelry vault picking out the most precious, rare and perfect ring for her. I didn’t care that most people would think I’ve come completely undone.
But, she wouldn’t see me. She had her assistant tell me she was very sorry but her schedule was full for the rest of the day. I thought about kicking the door down if it wasn’t for the kids sitting around watching me. They didn’t need to be traumatized by my shit.
Instead, I went to her father. Her fucking father. I was going to do this right. Ask for her hand, not that it mattered, but I felt like it would matter to her.
But, that fucker Niko.
He told me I was wasting my time, that his daughter would never look twice at a guy like me. I should have told him I knew what she sounded like when she came, just to rub it in his face, until he told me she’s fucking engaged .
That little tidbit was what sent me over the edge. I punched his door so hard one of the hinges popped, and he banned me from his poker games. Like I give a flying fuck about poker. All I care about is her. All I need is her.
All I want is her.
It’s a miracle I made it back home before I started ripping into everything I saw. Punching holes in walls. Tearing cupboard doors off and tossing furniture. I threw the television set through the living room window.
Engaged? Fucking engaged?
She’s not marrying anyone but me.
All I thought about was how to get to her, willing or not, and take her away. I’ve been crazed since and that was a week ago, but I haven’t had time to do much cleaning up.
The TV is gone off the front lawn, the window is boarded, but otherwise my house still looks like the bulls of Pamplona ran through. Because once I’d got it out of my system, my obsessive thoughts took over and refused to accept any of that shit.
Engaged? Just an obstacle. No biggie.
I made some calls. Some of those politicians and lawmen who’d tiptoed over the line into my world. They owed me, and they came through.
Which is how I ended up here. Sitting in the dark in her living room.
Waiting.
The headlights from her car pierce the darkness. Then, there’s the soft closing of her car door. The slight crunch of her steps are next on the stone path to her front door. Then, the metallic sound of her key in the lock…
She’s here.
Anna.
Fuck, her scent assaults my senses as she steps into the dark. Roses and cream. Even in silhouette I salivate at the sight of her curves, the way her round ass is tight and teasing, encased in these little painted on athletic shorts with a red stripe on the side and I imagine the front seem splitting her into the cutest little camel toe.
I grip the arms of the chair, ready to fucking pounce on her when she reaches toward the wall, humming something I can’t quite place and flicks the switch and stands there facing me with horror on her face. “ Jesus! ” She topples back into the doorway, . “ Cyrus? Peter, Paul and Mary, what the hell are you doing here? And how the hell did you get in?”
“Hi, baby,” I greet her as I stand, stepping her way. She counters with a backstep, fear widening her eyes, pupils dilated. “I would never hurt you.”
Her fear makes me angry. Angry at myself for causing it and preemptively angry at anyone in the future that might scare her.
“I said, how did you get in here ?” Her eyes leave me for a moment, darting around the room looking for the source of my forced entry.
She back steps again. Again, until she’s back at the front door, her eyes on me but her hand blindly searches for the door handle, but I don’t believe this frightened little girl act. She knows me. She knows I wouldn’t let any harm come to a single hair on her fucking head. She knows I’d put myself between her and a bullet without a second thought.
“Wasn’t hard. I know people who know how to get things done. Things I need done,” I tell her.
“You know people? What people do you know? I used my key so the door was locked , the alarm didn’t go off.” She continues to scan the interior of the house looking for a hole in the wall as if I was the fucking Kool-Aid man barreling in here. “How?”
I sigh but her eyes lock to mine and my pulse jumps. “Two days after I came to your office, this place had some plumbing work done.”
“No, it didn’t. There was no plumbing problem.”
“Yes, baby. The house manager let them in when you and your parents were out. Thirty minutes to install an override for the alarm system and cut a duplicate key for your door.”
I scrub my hands over my face deciding to leave out the cameras and microphones I had them install. Especially the one in her bedroom that I’ve used to beat off about a thousand times, but in the end, all the video and sound only made me angry because it wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t her.
I’d wasted enough time, following her around, taking pictures, even had a fucking drone hovering around her place with fucking night vision watching through her windows. None of it was enough, so I took the next step.
Yesterday I snuck in to set the stage for my plans tonight, to make sure I knew how everything worked and how to navigate in the dark. I took the little shorts and t-shirt she sleeps in with ‘Badsass’ written across her tits and ‘Nice Sass’ written across the back of the shorts. They were laying on the floor in her bathroom next to the hamper. I put them to my face, growled on a long inhale, then reached in my pants and fucked my fist as I smelled her.
Once I shot my load all over my hand, I dabbed my cream around her place like a psychopath. A little on her sheets. A little in her conditioner, some in her bodywash. On her loofah.
I even painted a heart on her pillow with my fingertip.
I considered her toothbrush but by then my jizz was getting pretty flaky and I may act like a lunatic, but I wanted to stay just this side of the line.
For now.
I won’t tell her that she’ll never find her hairbrush because I wanted the hairs that were stuck to it. That I couldn’t leave without taking a bra and a pair of panties from her underwear drawer. I’ll leave out that I ransacked her bathroom, nightstands and dresser drawers looking for birth control of any kind. Thank fuck, there was none.
I’m sick. Sick. Sick.
Sick for her. She’s the only medicine I’ll ever need.
She’s standing there shaking her pretty blonde head, but her chest is rising and falling with short breaths, her nipples pebbling through her little button up turquoise tank top. I see her thighs tremble as they tighten together. “You’re crazy.”
I nod. “You drive me crazy, Anna. I can’t think, can’t sleep, can’t eat. I need you and you’re mine. No fucking way you don’t know that.”
“I should scream for help. I should run.” Despite her words, there’s a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. She meets my gaze, and the blue in her eyes twinkles. “You know my dad would tear shoot your balls off told him about this, right?”
“I doubt that very much, baby. But, even so, you and I both know you’re not going to tell him. Because you know I’m right.”
“Cocky much?” She scowls. She’s annoyed. I get that. It’s fair. She’s a badass and I’m on her turf. She draws a deep breath, then I see the grin as she opens her mouth and lets it go, “ Help! Dad! There’s an intrud—”
I’m on her before the last word is out, clasping my hand over her mouth as I push her back, her body thudding against the door on a muffled grunt. My other hand flattens against her stomach, and the urge to slip my hand down and grab her pussy is almost unbearable.
Until she does it for me.
Her tiny fingers slide around my wrist then tug. Dragging it low as I keep my eyes pinned on hers and what do I see?
Amusement. Fear. Excitement.
All the emotions vie with each other as they cross her features, as she pulls my hand to the spot between her legs, where her scandalously-tiny shorts crease into her pussy.
“Damp,” I grunt, and see her nod, her breath expelling through her nose warm across my knuckles as my hand stays firmly pressed over her lips. “This is what I do to you. This is what we mean to each other.” Then the anger bubbles back up again as I press my fingers into her warmth. “Tell me about this fiancé of yours,” I growl, pulling my hand away even as hers tries to tug me back, but she’s no match for my strength.
A frustrated moan escapes her plump lips as I drop my hand from her mouth, her hips driving forward, searching for what’s been taken away.
“Answer the fucking question,” I hiss.
“ There is no fiancé, ” she groans, arching her back, pulling away from the door, but I slam her back, her grin at the rough play making me so fucking hard I could hammer nails into a rock with my dick.
“Your dad said you’re engaged.” I shove my hand back between her legs, taking a hard handful of what’s mine.
“Oh, God—” She chokes out, licking her upper lip, her eyes drifting. “I’m not. He’s just—God—he’s just the guy my parents picked. It’s the way they do things. To them , I’m engaged. There’s nothing I can do about that.”
“The fuck there isn’t.” I press my fingers upward driving the fabric of her shorts and whatever she has on underneath into what I know is her soaking opening. Jesus, just thinking about her sticky underwear is driving me wild. I want to rip them from her, inhale their sweet scent, lick every drop. “Tell me who he is,” I demand. “I’m going to go introduce myself and make sure he understands the new order of things.”
She shakes her head, little hitches in her breath as I keep my iron grip on her cunt. “ No. Please. It will upend my world, and I just want to enjoy this. I want to enjoy you. Us. Please. I need this to be just us. An escape, no one else in our world.”
The pain in her voice wraps around my heart and I let it go, but there’s no scenario in which she will be married to anyone but me. It’s bullshit whatever is going on, but right now, getting my face between her legs and lapping that sweet fountain of her nectar is all that matters.
I’ve never been attracted to a woman like this. Outside of a few minor rub ups in my youth, I never really gave it a thought. But, the idea of being buried balls deep in Anna’s soft, wet cunt is an obsession I couldn’t comprehend before her.
I need to see her. All of her. So I sweep her up over my shoulder on a yelp and stomp down the hall into the first bedroom I find, flinging her soft body onto the bed, watching her bounce as I strip off my shirt and fling it behind my head.
The space is small for a bedroom but this is a guest house not the ten thousand square foot main event where her parents live. There are a few sparce furnishings. Nineteen eighties traditional with splashy floral wallpaper and bedding that matches. It doesn’t look like her at all and I remember her saying that it was a hard negotiation just to move out of the house and into here which tells me just how controlled her life is.
Sweat beads on my forehead, pain rakes through my muscles as I reach down and tug her shorts and her panties down the creamy flesh of her legs then step back and take her in.
“Fuck, baby. If I knew how to paint, I’d create a masterpiece in honor of your pussy.” I take a deep inhale, her arousal on the air, sweet and sultry. “Even better, I’d make it scratch and sniff because your fucking scent is priceless.”
My innards twist into knots, I knew she was mine before, but thinking of her wet, warm pussy on my mouth, pumping a baby into her, those tits dripping with milk…cum squirts from my dick and my balls fucking ache.
I clear my throat because it feels like it’s closing up looking at her smooth pale flesh sliced by the glistening pink gash decorated with just a puff of the lightest strawberry-blonde curls on her mound.
“You’ve saved this for me, haven’t you?” I ask, steeling myself for the answer. Her pussy trickles onto the white bedding like a juicy peach.
“I’ve never kissed anyone until you. I never wanted anyone before you.” Her fingers move to the buttons of her tank and work them open. She sits up for a moment, just long enough to strip off the rest of her clothes, unclasping her bra and tossing it over my head on a flirty smirk.
“You’re bold sometimes, baby.”
Her blonde waves are a mess and her cheeks are like two ripe apples.
“You make me feel safe. Like anything I do is okay somehow.”
“It is. As long as you are with me, everything is okay.”
Her chest rises and falls in sharp breaths as she walks the fingers of one hand down her belly then slides them between her open folds.
“Jesus. You were made for me, you know that don’t you? Made. For. Me .”
Her head pushes back as she arches upward. “You want me to play with myself while you watch?”
My knees nearly buckle as I nod on a painful grunt. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
There’s truth in that, but the deeper truth is that I’ve never wanted to be inside anyone like this. Anna is like a drug. When I get every inch inside her, it’s going to be bareback, hard and raw. I’m going to fuck into her like I’m pumping my soul inside her tight, virgin pussy. I’ll unload hot and thick. So much cum right up against her little baby maker until she’s bred with me and bound to me for life.
Her fingers slide up and down, then she slips one into her tight little cherry opening, making my chest fucking hurt.
She licks her lips as she goes, fucking tease, she knows the power she has over me but that’s okay. I’ll let her have her moment because deep down, she knows I’m fucking in charge here.
She coils her fingers around her clit next as I ball my fists, locking my legs, trying to stay standing. My heart is beating so hard inside my chest it hurts.
I fucking love her. I know it already, but fear rakes through me. I’ve never come close to these feelings before. I don’t know how to process them. What to do with them. But I do know, if anyone, ever tries to hurt her or take her from me, I’ll take their heart from their chest.
I’m frozen, watching her get herself off for my pleasure. Her other hand reaches up and rolls her nipple between her fingers as her eyes lock with mine.
“I’m coming.” She mouths before her hips lift and her fingers go manic around her clit.
“Good girl. Daddy needs to see you play with yourself. So he knows how to make you feel good.”
Fuck.
That sets her off and she cums screaming the fucking roof off. I’ve never let myself indulge that fantasy before, but it’s always been there. Low and humming, pulsing, wondering if I would ever find the girl that would set free that part of me.
I don’t have to wonder anymore.
“You’re Daddy’s best girl.” I lean down and whisper into her ear as my erection rages against the confines of my pants and the intensity of my feelings overwhelms me.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She gives me a look that solidifies her fate. “I want you to be happy.”
“Oh, I am happy. But, I’m going to be happier because you’re going to let me have a special taste of all that sticky honey you just let go for me, aren’t you? Going to let Daddy have a taste of his little girl.”
I know I can’t let her go again. I need her in our home. She can pick it out. Whatever she wants. If it’s an alpaca ranch on Mars, I’ll figure out how to get it for her, I’m that fucking far gone and I haven’t even tasted her yet.
I’ll be full blown lunatic once I’m inside her and there are no words for what I’ll become once she’s bred with me.
Her scent fills my nose and the idea I’ll never go another day without that in my life makes my balls heavy and my heart swell. I’ll wear her scent on me every day and she will never leave the house without mine on her. She will be coated with me. Inside and out. So everyone in the fucking universe knows to stay the fuck away.
She shivers as I reach down and tug her legs forward, balancing her ripe, juicy pussy on the edge of the bed as I lower myself before the altar of my future wife’s pink dream. It’s so perfect, it’s like looking at the sun. When I blink, from now on I’ll see this moment, the folds and slick flesh open before me right now.
I bury my face into her heaven, driving my tongue into her cherry opening, needing that first taste to be straight from the source, and it doesn’t disappoint. Nothing has ever been so sweet. Her flavor burns through me and I’m branded for life.
I part her folds with my tongue, running up and down, finding every place where she arches and hisses as her hands come down and wind into my hair, holding me against her.
I explore, then slide up to the top, that little hard nub I know is the source of so much pleasure.
“I’ve never tasted anyone before you, baby. This is special, just for us, okay?” I flick at her clit then pull it between my lips as she lifts her ass off the bed and squeezes her tits in both hands.
I work it more with my lips, then my tongue, back and forth until I can tell I’m about to hit a home run.
Her thighs slap against the sides of my face, then open wide again, then close until I’m spinning but I don’t relent. Instead, I focus, harder, harder, pressing my mouth against her and doubling down on her little button.
I reach up with one hand and press two fingers to her lips and she sucks them in like the greedy slut I want.
“Good girl.” I stop for a moment and look up, she grabs my wrist with both hands and sucks off my fingers, sliding them in and out of her warm wet mouth. “You know you need to practice because soon, that mouth of yours is going to suck off my cock. I’m going to cum in this little tight cherry pussy first, then down that throat and you’re going to swallow it all like a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you?”
She nods, her pink lips wrapped around my fingers, but I swear to fucking Christ I can feel them around my dick.
I go back to the promised land as I scrape my teeth against her sensitive flesh, listening to her hiss around her mouth full of my fingers.
I flutter my tongue against her tight opening and tease her barrier as she moans and mumbles my name as best she can, as I push my fingers deeper to the back of her throat, feeling her gag around them.
She cums hard on my mouth as I tickle the back of her throat and her clit with my tongue.
“This all belongs to Daddy now. I’m going to fuck it, touch it, eat it, spank it…I’ll leave my thick load inside you whenever I want. I’ll make sure you know you are Daddy’s best girl while he’s railing you like a dirty whore.”
Her orgasm peaks and I pull my finger from her mouth before she fucking bites them off. She twists and gushes warm wetness into my mouth and a violent possessiveness settles deep into my marrow.
She draws a deep breath, her stomach going concave as she stops breathing, her body quaking as I puff out my chest.
“This pussy is going to take my thick dick soon. I’ll cover all this beautiful skin with ropes of my cum. Then, I’ll pull your legs apart and plant myself down deep in your womb. I’ll stay inside you with load after load until you’re pregnant with Daddy’s baby. You want that don’t you?”
She’s trembling as she nods, a quivering sob replaces her moans of passion and I gather her up and into my lap, petting her hair and kissing her face over and over, saying sweet and filthy things until she calms.
Her body stiffens in my lap and I pinch her chin, turning her eyes toward mine. “What is it?”
I see the change happen. Her eyes go from soft and accepting to tense and worried.
“I can’t give you everything you want right now.”
“You already have.”
She shakes her head. “Just, please. You can’t stay. Please don’t ask me why, just if you care about me, you have to go. My parents could come in anytime. I can’t relax. I can’t really be all here for you like this.”
I nod, but in my heart, I know I’ll never let her go. “Okay, baby. But I’m coming for you. Soon. And nobody and nothing will come between us. And one thing…”
“What’s that?”
“I’m not leaving until this body wears my mark. I’ll go, but first things first…”
His teeth are on my neck before I can protest and tell myself, just a little longer.
What could it hurt?