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CONRAD

I can’t believe I’m going through with this.

I called in the bomb threat, and now I’m swooping in like I’m her savior, acting noble and blameless like I’m simply protecting her as I’ve been hired to do.

Look at her, sitting beside me while we drive to the hotel where I’ll be keeping her. So innocent. So na?ve. So blissfully unaware of the man I truly am. No idea that my only desire is to completely devour her, chain her to me, make it impossible for her to ever leave my side. I want to bury my mouth between her thighs and drag my tongue up her soaked channel to taste her sweet arousal. My body is begging for more of her scent, beyond the little I get from the pink pillowcase I stole from her room when I first was assigned to her.

My Marine training should have prevented all this manic behavior, but I completely lose control when it comes to Belle. Now I’m the man assigned to look after her while simultaneously being the most dangerous man she could be around.

If only she knew who I really was…the bad man I truly am.

What would she do then? Would she run?

“I appreciate you doing this,” Belle says nervously, self-soothing by running her palms across her thighs, hidden from me by the sheer moss-green fabric of her yoga pants. She’s wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt as well that rises up every time she lifts her arms, revealing just a glimpse of her soft, flat tummy. I try to focus on driving, but I’m thickening rapidly as I sit beside her.

Belle. She’s simply too much.

“Just doing my job,” I assure her. My eyes are on the road, but I see her glancing over at me from her seat.

“And that’s why you’re doing this? Protecting me?”

What’s she getting at? Does she not trust me? “What do you mean?”

“Never mind.” She quickly averts her eyes and shifts awkwardly in her seat, causing her hips and the pert curve of her butt to twist toward me. I have to fight back the urge to slam on the brakes, grab her by the ass, and drag her into the back seat to have my way with her.

Somehow, I manage to maintain my composure, and we drive the rest of the way in silence. It’s the only way I can control myself. Belle is simply irresistible, and while being this close to her has always been a painful struggle, today is even worse. When we finally arrive at the hotel, I leave the car with my men and take her up to the room myself.

“You will be safe here.” I watch her as she looks around but remain by the door. I know if I get any closer, I won’t be able to keep my hands off her.

She circles the room, and I drink in her curves like a man dying of thirst. She stops, nods, and looks back at me. “You’ve done this often.”

Her statement catches me off guard. “Done what often?”

“Taken girls to fancy hotel rooms.” She flashes a cheeky grin at me, and my heart skips a beat. Christ, is she flirting with me? How crazy would that be? The one girl that’s completely off- limits has a crush on me, and it’s in my job description not to act on it.

What a cruel world we live in.

But then again, I’m the one who called in the bomb threat…I’m the one who’s been watching her from afar through my sniper scope, breaking into her house when the urge takes me and watching her from the shadows to stave off the insanity that threatens to consume me when she’s out of my sight.

“No. I don’t take girls to hotel rooms.”

“Oh, no? Not even Cynthia?”

“Cynthia? Who is–” And then it hits me. The girl working at the Cooper manor who practically threw herself at me one night before my shift ended. I told her I wasn’t interested, and she nearly had a manic breakdown.

Surely Belle knows this.

So what’s she getting at?

“Never mind.” Her cheeks are red as she spins around, causing her T-shirt to lift up, revealing the tender curves where her waist meets her womanly hips. I’m growing harder and harder beneath my jeans. Painfully hard as I watch her every move. My cock is throbbing, dying to be inside her. I can’t imagine just how incredible her tiny virgin cunt must feel. “It’s just that…Cynthia’s cute. Why wouldn’t you go out with her?”

I fight back a smile as Belle nervously eyes me for my reaction. She’s teasing me, so I’m going to tease her right back.

“She is cute.” I nod. Belle’s eyes narrow, filling with darkness. “But she’s full of herself and could never give me what I want.”

I shouldn’t be doing this.

I swore an oath to protect Belle–not to try and get in her pants. Oaths aren’t meant to be broken. But she is steadily chipping away at me, and I fear there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

Oh, angel. Send me away now. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.

“And what is it that you want?” she asks.

Her eyes blaze with curiosity. I realize I’m moving toward her, step after step, without even meaning to. Her attraction has a hold on me. I simply can’t help myself.

“I want a girl who will bend over for me whenever I want her,” I growl, gnashing my teeth as my savage side finally begins to take over. Send me away, Belle. Send me away now before you’re in too deep. It is my duty to obey you. “I want a girl who’s okay with me knowing where she is at all times. Who knows if I want to, I will find her and use her mouth and pussy until I’m fully satisfied.” Belle’s innocent little blue eyes widen as I back her into the arm of the couch. I’m losing it. “I want a girl who moans for me, who comes over and over when I pound her, and who lives to service me. That’s what I want, Belle.”

She stares back at me, her bottom lip trembling.

I’ve done it. I’ve gone too far.

“Th-that’s pretty specific,” she replies, gripping the couch with her left hand, the light glistening softly off her nails.

“Do I scare you, Belle?”

Of course I do. I’m not right for her. Look how innocent she is. Look how frightened she is by what I just admitted.

But I can’t stop myself. My cock is burning with painful lust as the buttons of my fly fight to restrain it. It thickens more and more every second I let my eyes scour her gorgeous body. I’m salivating like a wild animal ready to feast upon its prey.

Belle shakes her head. Her tone is soft, her voice barely a whisper. “You don’t scare me, Conrad.”

I should, angel. I should.

“No? Being in a room alone with a big strong ex-Marine like me doesn’t scare you?”

Her blush threatens to encompass her entire face as she looks down and shakes her head, a lock of hair spilling in front of her eyes. “No. What would a worldly man like you want with an inexperienced girl like me?”

A jolt of excitement hits me like a dart. Belle wasn’t lying to Fitch.

She is a virgin.

“Inexperienced?” I’m pretending I have no idea what she’s talking about. But inside, my lust has reached new heights.

She nods, ashamed. “I never had a boyfriend in high school. And Fitch and I…well, we haven’t–”

“Why not?” I press her, my voice rasping with want and need. She notices and looks up at me those sweet baby-blues for a brief moment before averting her eyes again.

Send me away, angel. Your chance is slipping…

Her slender shoulders rise and fall as she shrugs. “I just wanted to save myself until the wedding. Guys like virgins, right?”

Now the pivotal moment. The crossroads.

My response. What should it be?

“Wrong.” I shake my head, causing hers to rise. Christ, I’m lying again, and I’m about to lie more. What has this girl done to me? Where have my values gone? “Guys like experienced girls who know how to please them.”

“Oh, no…” Her face is as red as the cherry between her legs now. “I’ve always heard guys say things like ‘A car’s value goes down with its mileage.’”

“Guys are assholes.” I shake my head. “Take it from one; we like girls who know what they’re doing. If a girl doesn’t know how to please her husband, how long do you think that marriage will last?”

“God, Fitch is going to hate me. He’ll divorce me…send me back…” Her voice is a whisper as she wraps her arms around herself, clearly embarrassed.

“That’s impossible, Belle.”

“No?” Her eyes flicker with wonder and fright. “He won’t think he’s making love to a dead fish?”

I’m such a bastard. Belle is so sweet and innocent with all the best intentions, and here I am breaking them down because I want to be the first man to claim her.

It’s unethical. Depraved.

But I still can’t stop myself.

“I could teach you, Belle.” My hands are drawn inexorably to her waist, which I stroke gently with the back of my knuckles, pulling up the hem of her T-shirt to expose the smooth skin of her soft stomach and the sumptuous lower curves of her breasts.

“H-help me how?” The tremor in her voice is like the most delicate musical notes.

“I will show you what a man likes, Belle.” I force my legs between hers, spreading them apart. My cock is ready to burst from my pants as I lean into her, pressing my throbbing bulge against her warm mound. “That way, when you marry Fitch–” The words sting like venom against my tongue.

“I’ll have some experience?” She whimpers, her voice tender, seeking guidance.

I nod, feeling my control slipping.

If I go here with her, there will be no coming back.

“That’s right. You want to please Fitch, don’t you?” His name burns my tongue as I speak it. Thoughts of the two of them together assail my mind like invaders attempting to scale a castle’s walls.

Belle gazes back at me, her bottom lip hanging low, an open look of vulnerability glowing on her face. She nods hesitantly. “Of…of course I do…”

Pain stabs my chest as I fight back the thought of her doing her best to please Fitch.

No! That will not happen!

I want to drop the act and profess my feelings for her, but I have to keep up this ruse to prevent her from running. It’s the only way I can get my hands on her spectacular body.

I lean in, my lips desperate to connect with hers. I bring them within a hair’s breadth of her ear and whisper, “Well then, I’ll teach you.”

I can’t restrain myself any longer.

I reach around and drag my palms down the supple curves of her buttocks, clutching hard with both hands and raising her up from her seated position on the arm of the couch. A tiny gasp escapes her lips, and I’m inundated with vile, degenerate visions of all the depraved things I’m dying to do to her. I’m salivating like a wild beast.

“Fitch will touch you like this, Belle…”

My heart is pounding like a drum in my chest, its rate nearly double its norm. I want to simply spin Belle around, bend her over, tear her yoga pants down to her ankles, and drive my hard-on into her untouched little fuck hole. But I can’t. Belle means more to me than just a quick fuck. She’s my treasure. My future. It is my duty to ward off harm–even if that harm comes from me. Especially if that harm comes from me. And being rough with my angel is not what she needs right now. I see the trust pouring from her eyes, and I must respect that. Even as I lie to her, I must make her feel safe.

My duty is to the man who hired me: her fiancé. But my will as a man is screaming at me to take her. She’s right here in front of me. We’re alone. How hard can I, a mere man, resist against a deity of beauty?

“And I’m sure he’ll touch you like this,” I say softly through clenched teeth as I sweep my rough palms down the soft skin of her thighs, guiding her pants down to her knees, revealing a cute powder-pink thong beneath.

“Will he be so gentle?”

Fireworks go off in my skull, flashing like aerial munitions that sizzle throughout my body when I see the little wet spot on the cloth, signaling her arousal. My balls go tight, swollen with sperm, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from exploding at the sight.

“At first, yes,” I assure her, even as I fight to hold myself back from roughly taking her. My abs are tight, and my blood pumps hot and heavy throughout my taut muscles. She twists her head away from me once more, causing her hair to fall across her face.

“Don’t be embarrassed, angel. It’s only natural.”

Christ, is this really happening? Three weeks of watching her, desperate to touch her, and now she’s standing here in front of me with a wet pussy, looking back at me with puppy-dog eyes. Ready to do whatever I want her to do.

But you’re lying to her, Conrad. Deceiving her.

So I’m a son of a bitch. I fully admit that. But I can’t help that Belle has this kind of hold over me.

“Keep going,” she whimpers. “Show me what Fitch will do.”

I push my anger down and lean in, pressing my nose against the fabric of her panties, close my eyes, and inhale deeply. Christ, I was right. She smells like heaven. A thousand times better than the pillowcase I stole from her.

“Will he like that? I always heard they don’t.”

“He will love it,” I reassure her, speaking my truth to her as I squeeze her thighs and move up to the straps of her panties. I twist them around my little finger, pulling down slowly. “You smell like a river of honey cutting through a field of lilac.”

Her panties fall from her thighs and land at her ankles, accompanied by a quiet gasp that slips from Belle’s lips, signifying her arousal. She’s eighteen years old, filled with teenage hormones, and she’s been fighting her impulses so she can maintain her virginity for a man who doesn’t even deserve her. I can hear her exhilaration from the rhythm of her breath. She wants me . She just doesn’t know how to say so.

My eyes feed on the beautiful sight of her bare, virgin slit–her lips simply inches away from my mine. I inhale another breath of her scent and revel in the rapture it brings me.

Christ, I’m in heaven.

A devil who’s found his way to the Holy Land.

I’m a bad, bad man, and I would go to the ends of the Earth to be blessed with another chance to be between her perfect thighs.

“It’s so adorable,” I tell her as my breath heats the skin around her virgin breach. “When Fitch sees this…”

Belle doesn’t move at first, so I take her by the hips and set her back on the arm of the couch before placing my hands against her thighs and spreading them wide. The view is spectacular, but it’s not enough. Her sweet lips are hiding the tender pink within, and my fucking cock is swollen past what I’m able to take. My mind is overrun with depraved thoughts of everything I want to do to her. The fact that I can’t do them all at once has me actually growing angrier with every second that ticks by.

Why can’t I have her all? Right now?

With a single tug, I pop the buttons on my jeans, alleviating some of the pressure from my bulge. I’m practically foaming at the mouth right now. If I were to penetrate her now, I doubt I could restrain myself from literally impaling her with my rock-hard manhood. I want to plant my flag on every inch of her insides. Lose all control in her sweet, soaked folds.

“No one’s ever been where I am now, Belle?” I ask, my jaw clenched tight as my rough palms caress her soft thighs. I’m a terrible man, overwhelmed with a fiery ardor, all caused by this angel’s sensuality. I glance up and see her shake her head, a bashful blush dancing rosy across her cheeks. “It’s beautiful, angel. Soft, warm, wet…”

Only I will do this to her.

She belongs to me.

“Do you want me to keep teaching you?” I ask.

I look up and see her biting her lip down at me, her eyes blazing with longing and excitement. My cock pulses with overwhelming excitement. Belle nods, red-faced and abashed, and my lips part to make way for my hungry tongue. While keeping my eyes glued on hers, I press it tenderly against the moist shine just beneath her tight center.

Belle gasps and grips the couch arm with both hands. She throws her head back momentarily but quickly looks back down at me, eyes wide with amazement. That’s right, angel. That’s the first tongue on your pussy . Ever so carefully, I pull back, drawing a sparkling line of her arousal from her that she can see. Her lower lip falls, and I nod, smiling with my eyes.

“Fitch will love this,” I tell her, kissing her inner thigh like we’ve been lovers for years. She moans, and like that, I can’t contain myself any longer. I lean in once again, yet this time I flatten my tongue and drag it up her sweet, shining, glistening slit, forcing apart her folds to reach the tender innocence inside.

“Ohhhhhh,” she moans, rocking her hips forward against my mouth. The tone of her voice is music. The flavor of her juices is divine. Her tender little fuck hole is an absolute treasure, and it’s dripping wet just for me. Belle glances down at me, and I see her blush has encompassed her entire face. “Will Fitch like this?”

“Of course he will,” I snarl as his name strikes me like a spear in the side.

“Good,” she says as I press my tongue deep into her channel. I’m reveling with delight in the fact that I’ve managed to make my way here. Does she not suspect what I’m doing? Is my insanity not exuding from my eyes every time I stare at her? My body is on fire. My muscles are taut and firm like I’m ready for a fight. I want to grip her thighs hard and split her down the middle so not one inch of her is left untouched by me.

“Conrad,” she whimpers, pressing back against my tongue. She’s loving this. “You make me feel so…so…” Good, angel? “Safe.”

Christ, I’m a monster.

I’m the man who called in the bomb threat to her wedding, the man fighting to keep her from her fiancé, and she is telling me I make her feel safe. Something like my conscience is telling me I should feel shame. Guilt. That I should pull my tongue back from the golden valley where it now resides and leave this girl forever. But my thirst for Belle overwhelms those feelings in a second, and I’m back to being the fevered dog I am. Unhinged and teetering on the edge of control.

She loves it , I tell myself. Why should you feel bad?

There’s no way I’m holding back now.

I reach up and lift her T-shirt, taking the bra with it, exposing her perky teenage tits. A small C-cup I would say if I had to guess, but I don’t have to guess. I know. From one of the many times I broke into her room and went through her bra and panties drawer. Her nipples are hard, and if I wasn’t buried between her legs right now, I would pin her down on her back and suck them and suffocate myself in her cleavage.

“So perky. So cute,” I growl softly. “Fitch will love these…”

My madness is starting to take over. Fitch will never get to see her bountiful breasts. They are meant for me. Only me.

I get to my feet, snatch her around the waist, and set her down beneath me on the couch. I bend her backwards, folding her so she’s almost upside down with her knees hanging toward her face and both of her pretty holes aimed straight up at me.

More…more…

I want more…

“Conrad…”

“Don’t be embarrassed, Belle.” I feel my control slipping as the seconds tick by. “Fitch will love every inch of your body.”

Her tits are two perfect, plump mounds from this angle, and my body is coursing with primal hunger as I drink in her splendor. Using my thumb and index finger, I pull her pussy lips up toward her stomach, causing her swollen pink pearl to emerge from its hood. She’s open wide for me, submitting and waiting for my next move, her breasts rising and falling with each of her deep breaths.

“Should I teach you more?”

Belle gazes up at me, her lids low and her eyes soft, drunk with lust. She nods tenderly, and that’s all I need to move in. I lean down and take her sweet little bud between my lips.

Her body twists, and her hips buck back against my jaw, but I hold her firmly and tightly as I suck her delicate bundle of nerves, simultaneously applying pressure with my tongue. Her hands slap against the cushions as she searches for something to grab on to, eventually settling on a throw pillow, which she clutches tightly as I torture her with an onslaught of pleasure.

I’m dying to fuck her. To tear through her cherry and stretch her to my fit. It’s all I can do to hang on to the one ounce of restraint I have left while I focus on pleasuring her. A wonder this innocent must be warmed up, right?

“Conrad,” she whimpers, her hips jerking to the rhythm of my gentle tugs from my lips. “I…I think I can feel it…you know…what’s supposed to happen now…”

My eyes gleam back at her as I swell with pride. That’s right, angel. Come for Daddy. That’s what I want to say, but my tongue is on a mission right now, and any interruption could completely throw off the oncoming orgasm I’m about to give her. I’m fighting against all odds to maintain control. To keep myself from pulling out my cock and thrusting it into her. Filling her with my cream that’s causing my balls to painfully swell. I’m a hair’s breadth from abandoning any morality I have left and forcing her to become mine by geysering my load into her unclaimed cunt and impregnating her right here and now.

But some ounce of morality reminds me that I can’t do that, and I apply more pressure to her bud, lapping like a hungry dog at her slick sweetness. She tastes like wickedness and vice. Abandonment of duty and morality. Her flavor is like a golden hook imbedded in my chest, pulling me in, deeper, deeper, and deeper. Her rouge face tightens, and her plump lips part in a silent scream.

It’s happening.

Her hips tilt down, and her entire body shakes as her first true orgasm sweeps her into a realm of quivering bliss.

“Yes!” she cries out, reaching up and snatching fistfuls of my hair, holding me tightly between her legs like she thinks I might go somewhere. I’m not leaving, angel. There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be . I ravage her sopping hole, her juices spilling out around my lips and dripping down my chin and back onto her cute little asshole. “Oh, wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!”

Her breathy moans drive my lustful pride to a new level, inflating me with fiery arrogance like nothing I’ve felt before. I am superhuman. A false, depraved teacher. A giver of pleasure, but only for her. My Belle.

She gasps one final gasp then releases her grip on my hair and slumps back onto the couch, panting heavily, her entire body radiating heat like a bonfire. Her cunt is glistening with my spit and her slick, and her inner thighs are gleaming from the spillover.

That’s it. I can’t take it any longer.

My desperation is overwhelming. I need her.

I rise up on my knees, reach into my briefs, and tug out my manhood. I’m so turned on that even my slight touch causes my shaft to flex with a near-orgasmic twitch. Sensitivity is pulsing through me. My cock is throbbing with brutal desire. I ball my hand into a fist, driving my nails into my flesh, searching for a painful distraction to bring me back down to Earth.

“I’ll kill you if you leave me.” The words rumble from my throat before I know what I’m saying.

Belle’s eyes widen. “What did you say?”

“I said, he’ll kill you if you leave him.” Keep it together, Conrad. She blinks nervously. Slides her lower lip across her teeth. “Once he has had a taste of you, he will be addicted. He will always want more…more…more…”

“Oh…” she says quietly, pushing herself into a seated position. Her eyes travel down to my cock, doing a flagpole from between my legs. “Maybe we should take things a little more slowly.”

Her words cause the moment to freeze and threaten to fracture every bit of progress I just made with her. She’s moving now, like she wants to get up, but I lean down on top of her and bring my lips close to hers. Being this close to kissing her heightens everything I’m feeling already. My cock flexes again, and I know there’s no holding back.

“I have so much more to teach you, angel,” I whisper, tracing the line of her neck with my lips. I stop just below her earlobe and inhale the multitude of scents. I’m behaving like a wild beast. “To prepare you for your wedding night.”

“My wedding night…?” Belle whispers as I begin grinding my shaft against her slick mound.

Christ, even without being inside her, the feeling is truly wonderous. I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be giving her time to recover from her release. Hell, I should never have even started any of this with her. It’s wrong. I’ve been hired to protect her, not defile her innocence like the bastard I am.

But I just can’t help myself.

Her scents invade my nostrils, swirling with godly feminine energy, wrenching a climax from me as my shaft slides against her wet folds, which spread slightly each time I grind against her. My cock erupts, splashing my seed across her soft ivory belly, pooling in her pink belly button. It just keeps coming and coming, the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced erupting out of me like a volcano. It’s so intense it hurts, and I’m gripped with a dizziness so powerful that I’m forced to slump down beside her, gasping for air like I’ve almost drowned.

I lie beside her, shaking, wrapped up in the overwhelming amazement of her perfection. I fight to regain my composure as my hand explores her body, caressing her breasts and her delicate neckline. My brain is barely working, like a computer that’s short-circuited and needs a full reboot.

“You’re a quick learner,” I mutter, barely able to find my ability to speak. Words scatter through my mind here and there with no real connection between them. I want to simply give up my ruse and profess my love to her now, but that would be a major risk. Or an outright catastrophe. “And I have so many more things to show you that Fitch will like–”

“I need to use the restroom,” Belle interrupts, sliding out from beneath me. “You know…to clean up…”

I sit up, feeling like an idiot. When was it that I forgot how to be a gentleman? Has my madness seized me and jerked me back down into the pits of pure depravity? “I’m so sorry,” I say quickly. “Let me get you a towel.”

“No! It’s okay.” Belle smiles, backing up toward the bathroom. “You stay right there and relax. You did all the work. I’ll be back in one second.”

I smile, smitten by her beauty that warms me to my core as she vanishes behind the door to the bathroom. I close my eyes and expel a deep breath, dropping my head onto the throw pillow Belle was holding while I licked her pure little pussy and watched her squirm. It smells like her. The mere scent begins to hypnotize me with satisfaction.

That is until I hear a sound from the bathroom.

A window sliding open and the clatter of the street spilling in from outside. Instantly, I’m on my feet, striding over to the door.

“Belle?” I call out, knocking just loudly enough not to scare her. No response. “Belle, are you in there?”

I test the handle. It’s locked.

My heart leaps as I realize what’s happened. Adrenaline surges, and my primal nature takes over. I back up, brace myself, and drive my heel into the latch, nearly knocking the door off its hinges as it bursts inward.

The bathroom is empty.

I race to the window and look out.

There she is. Belle, the girl I’m supposed to protect, scaling the fire escape down to the street, wearing nothing but a bathrobe.

“Belle!” I shout, snatching my clothes and sliding into them as I race out the door after her.