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Gwen

My mouth dropped open. “You want me to do what?”

“You’re going to move in with me.” He ran his hand up and down my thigh making my pussy clench. “I may not live in some big, fancy house, but I can take care of you, princess. You can’t tell me you aren’t tempted to trade those riches for as many rides on my cock as you want.”

“You don’t even know my name, and you want me to move in?” I asked slowly. I wasn’t sure which was crazier, his idea, or the fact I was tempted. It was a chance to flee my gilded cage. But I would be trading one set of bars for another?

“Sure, I do.” He grinned. “It’s Lady Guinevere.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re close. It’s actually Gwendolyn. My friends and family call me Gwen.”

He trailed kisses up my thigh, his beard tickling my skin. “I think I prefer Gwennie or princess.”

So did I.

“If you don’t come willingly, I’ll just throw you over my shoulder and make sure you’re nice and secure when we get home. And naked. If you don’t have clothes, you can’t escape.”

“You’d kidnap me?”

“It’s only kidnapping if you don’t want to be there.”

I couldn’t fault his logic. But no matter how much I’d love to spend a few days at his house, I knew my father would never allow it.

And moving in with him? It was insanity!

Wasn’t it? People didn’t just move in together a few hours after meeting.

We hadn’t even been properly introduced until now, even if he did know my body better than anyone else.

Just because he’d fucked me until I couldn’t stand didn’t mean I should run off into the sunset with him.

On the other hand, all of those men in suits my daddy had always pushed on me had never done anything for me.

There hadn’t been so much as a tingle of awareness with any of them, and definitely not with the old lecher who wanted to marry me.

He didn’t want a wife in the truest sense, though, he just knew he couldn’t fuck me if he didn’t offer my dad a sweet deal.

Thomas Kale III had been eye-fucking me since I turned fifteen, and it hadn’t escaped my notice or my father’s.

The sick part was that I knew my father had been in negotiations with the man ever since about letting Thomas marry me, or at the very least, renting me out.

He’d probably wanted a college educated wife, and now that college was off the table I’d sealed my fate.

No more waiting, they would strike at any moment, and it wouldn’t be marriage on Thomas’ mind.

“What is it, princess? You think your daddy intimidates me?”

“It’s not just my father. His friend, Thomas Kale III, wants me. I’m pretty sure my father has it all arranged already.”

“That old fat guy who lives up on the hill?” Lance asked.

“He’s powerful, Lance. One word and he could ruin your business, repossess your cars, foreclose on your home. With just one word he could completely ruin your life and run you out of town.”

“Princess, I may live in a nice suburb now, but I’m from the south side of town, and if you think some pompous old man is going to run me off, you’d better think again. He may be powerful because of his money, but his friends aren’t the ones who run this town. Mine are.”

If he thought that was supposed to comfort me, it didn’t exactly work.

Just who were his friends that someone like Thomas wasn’t a threat to them?

I’d seen the man in action and I knew he was ruthless.

Was Lance trying to say he was friends with gang members?

I was pretty sure we didn’t have mafia in our sleepy town, so I couldn’t figure out who else he could mean.

Was I trading the violence and suppression I’d known my entire life for a new variety? Would I ever truly be free?

I didn’t want to live in my world anymore, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for Lance’s reality either. I’d gotten off on the dirty talk and the demanding tone he’d used with me, and his body was something out of a romance novel, but was that enough to throw everything away and move in with him?

“I mean it, princess. If you say no, I’m hauling your ass back to home and handcuffing your ass to the bed. If you won’t listen to reason, I’ll just have to give you a reason to stay.”

“A reason to stay?”

He gave me a wicked grin and rubbed my belly. “I bet if I fuck a baby into this gorgeous body, you won’t want to run off.”

Oh, God. His words should have terrified me, made me want to run away, so why was I suddenly very intrigued?

I was crazy to even be thinking of running away from my family.

It was only a matter of time before my father tracked me to this garage, and he would demand that I return with him.

My father was not the type of man who heard the word “no” very often, if ever.

“Lance, you don’t understand. They’re going to come looking for me. They may even involve the police, and the chief is a good friend of my father’s. It’s crazy to even think that we could be together. This was incredible, and I wish it could last longer, but it just can’t.”

He nodded. “Put your dress on.”

My shoulders sagged in both relief and disappointment.

He was finally going to see reason and I’d be on my way home just as soon as my car was ready.

My thighs were sticky and I should have probably cleaned up, but I didn’t think Lance would want me to wash his scent off my skin. He seemed a little… possessive.

“Just remember, princess. You brought this on yourself.”

He gave me a wicked grin and before I could so much as utter a squeak of protest, he’d thrown me over his shoulder and practically ran to the parking lot.

He tossed me onto the seat of an older black sports car then dove behind the wheel before I could even process what had happened.

I opened and shut my mouth several times as he peeled out of the parking lot, the back fishtailing as the front tires gripped the road.

The engine roared as he sped through town to one of the quieter suburbs.

He pulled into the driveway of a small, white clapboard home with green shutters.

It looked like every other home on the street, ordinary and average.

I had a hard time picturing Lance living in a home with flowering shrubs out front.

He’d said he lived in the suburbs, but I’d figured he meant one of the apartment complexes in town.

Lance killed the engine, got out, and slammed his door shut.

I looked around, wondering if anyone was watching us.

If he carried me into the house the same way he’d carried me to the car, surely someone was going to notice.

The passenger door opened and he hauled me out of the car, flipping across his shoulder and giving my ass a smack before he closed the door and approached the house.

I couldn’t help but admire the way his jeans molded to his ass and couldn’t resist reaching out to grab two handfuls.

He let out a throaty chuckle as he opened his house, but he didn’t set me down until we reached what I assumed was his bedroom.

The bedding was dark and there weren’t any curtains at the window.

Lance dropped me onto the bed and immediately began pulling dress off me. I had no idea what he was up to, surely he wasn’t really going to handcuff me to the bed like he’d said, would he?

“You’re mine, princess. I told you this pussy belongs to me now, and I meant it,” he said as his fingers teased my slit. “Do I need to keep filling you with my cum until you accept it?”

I swallowed hard. The idea of him fucking me again made me wet and my nipples hardened.

His gaze skimmed my body and that grin I was getting used to made another appearance.

I watched as he unfastened his jeans and shoved them down his thighs.

I had yet to see him completely naked and I felt cheated.

I’d been completely on display for him to gawk at and I still hadn’t gotten a good look at his body.

Everything we don’t in his office was a bit of a blur it had happened so fast.

He grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the foot of the bed then flipped me onto my stomach.

A smack on my ass made me squeak and clench my thighs.

Before today, I never would have guessed that getting spanked would be a turn on.

Lance positioned me the way he wanted and without warning, plunged balls deep into my pussy.

I was plenty wet and more than ready for him, but I still let out a gasp of surprise.

“You like that, don’t you, princess?” he asked, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back. “You like it when I fuck you like a whore.”

He fucked me faster, harder. He went so deep I felt like we were one.

The slap of flesh against flesh filled the air along with his grunts and my moans of pleasure.

Every thrust pushed me closer and closer to an orgasm.

Lance gripped my hair tighter and fucked me like a man possessed.

When I let out a scream as my release ripped through me, I heard him give a shout before I felt him come inside of me.

If he wanted to get me pregnant, he was well on his way.

I wasn’t on birth control and we’d had unprotected sex twice now.

He gave me nip on the shoulder and growled. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I whispered.

He pulled away and there was another smack on my ass.

“I won’t handcuff you, but I don’t want you to leave the house.

The backyard is fenced, but it’s just chain link, so anyone could see you.

If you really want to hide from Daddy Dearest, you’d do better to stay inside.

I’m not trying to make you a prisoner, Gwennie, but I’m not letting you go. ”

“And you think Daddy will be easier to fight off if I’m pregnant?” I asked.