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Seventeen

Draven

The second she’s outof my sight, I’m craving her again.

I don’t know how I managed to convince myself she could ever be something I’d fuck out of my system, but I should have known it was bullshit when the desire to touch anyone else went out the window the day she moved in.

Knowing she’s ovulating drove me crazy, and I went from flirting with the idea of impregnating her to downright needing it. Obsessively. Alex hasn’t touched her, and I’ve never been more thankful for his dumbass moral compass. All of her is mine, and even though I’m just a second born bastard, she’s one thing I’ll never have to share.

A voice in the back of my mind whispers the fact that she’s still marrying him, and I tell it to fuck off out loud. Nothing can take me down from this high, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m in my car on the way to go take her again.

Marcellus let me know the second he got her home safe, and when he told me she went straight to the kitchen for some chocolate, I found myself grinning at the fact that my girl craves something sweet after good sex. I store that in my memory for later and sneak up to her balcony to wait for her.

The whole time I’m sitting in that chair, my brain focuses on the way she looked tonight. I was watching her the second she entered, that damn dress like a beacon stealing all of my attention, and the shy, timid way she avoided all eye contact made me smile. I liked seeing her that way, especially when she began to embrace the setting around her more the deeper she entered the party. My composure snapped when others began touching her, though. I refuse to share her.

Yeah, group sex can be great, but she’s been shared enough. It’s time she knows how it feels to be cherished. It’s time she knows how it feels when a man chooses her over everyone else.

And I choose her.

I’m fucking insane for it, for thinking there’s any way this doesn’t bite me in the ass when it’s all said and done, but with how my life has gone I think it’s time I take something for myself.

And she’s what I want to take, claim, and own. Not even my father will stop me.

The time we spent together tonight felt more real than anything else ever has. Even after we were dressed again, we laid down on that bed and talked about shit I don’t usually talk about. She’s the first person to show a genuine interest in my life, the first to ever have the guts to ask me about my scar, and because of that I wish there was a better story behind it. Telling her I got in a fight one night while coked out fell flat, but she relaxed a little once I let her know I quit that shit years ago. It’s annoying that I already miss talking to her.

I wonder what’s taking her so long to come up here.

With my eyes closed, I inhale her scent off my fingers, my cock hardening as I think of breeding her again, and as I reach down to adjust myself I hear her door click shut.

Finally.

I hear her release a deep breath like this has been the longest day of her life, and instead of waiting for her to maybe stroll out here and join me, I make my way inside to her.

Sorry, baby. But your night is far from over.

“Did you really think I was done with you, little keeper?”

She jumps, startled, but smiles softly when she sees it’s me. “I hoped not.”

I grab her face with both hands and kiss the hell out of her, grinning when she melts into it. “Did you enjoy your chocolate?”

“Were you spying on me?” she laughs, sliding her fingertips down my sides. “Creep.”

“I’ve been called worse things,” I joke, my hands roaming behind her to begin slowly removing her dress. “Do you still feel my cum?”

She nods slightly, bottom lip tucked between her teeth. “Mmhm. Can you still taste my pussy?”

“Yeah, but it’s only a tease now. I already need more.” To show her how much I mean it, I press myself against her to show her how hard I am. “All those naked people, and this right here is just for you.”

“So you didn’t touch anyone else?”

Is that hope I hear in her voice? Jealousy? Both?

Good. She was possessive with her Keepers, she better be with me too.