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CONRAD

This is bad. I can’t do my job with Belle draining every ounce of mental energy I have. I was so close to finally having her, and to be ripped away from her just like that–it’s all I can do to act like I’m even paying attention to what my men are saying now.

Three of them have surrounded a twitchy blond guy they’ve tied to a dining room chair. My heart pounds loudly in my ears, deafening me to every other sound in the room. It’s warm inside, but my hands and feet are cold, despite the perspiration on my forehead.

I’m compromised. Failing in my duties.

This never would have happened before. But then I met Belle.

One of my men steps up beside me and calls my name into my ear, causing me to snap out of my stupor. I shoot a glance at him that he must interpret as threatening, because he quickly takes a step back.

“You okay, boss?”

Shit. I’ve got to get my head right. “I’m fine. I was just…thinking about something.” I level my eyes on the suspect. He’s shaking like he’s freezing his ass off, but that’s impossible in here. It’s possible he’s strung out on something. “Hey, buddy! You wanna talk now? Or do we have to call the police?”

Calling the police is the last thing I want to do. That would mean more people getting involved and potentially more eyes on me. What’s this jerk doing taking credit for my bomb threat anyway? I called it in, not him. How’s he even know about it?

I glance over my shoulder where Belle is standing by the bookshelves, drenching the room in beauty. It’s like being hit by a gut-punch. All I want to do is stare. I’m already losing myself as my eyes soak in her splendor.

Now is not the time for that.

Now is the time for work.

“See her?” I snap, pointing as I glance back at the suspect. “How do you know her?”

The man snaps his teeth against each other, tosses his head, and flits a few short glances toward Belle. My protective instincts flare. Even if he is tied down, he’s still a potential threat to my angel.

“B-Belle…Ha-Ha-Hartley…” the man stutters, slurring his speech with a sloppy tongue. “Married…soon.”

He looks up at her again, and I step in front of him, blocking his gaze.

No. She’s my beauty.

Christ, who even is this son of a bitch? I know he didn’t call in the bomb threat, yet he’s acting like a total weirdo, and he somehow knows Belle’s full name. Could he be a stalker who actually means to hurt her?

Does it make me a hypocrite to be worried about someone stalking Belle?

Probably. But I don’t care.

I know with an absolute certainty that I would never do anything to hurt my sweet angel. I exist only to keep her safe and to protect her. No man out there would put his life on the line for her like I would, and that means every other man out could be a danger to her.

“Where’s the phone!?” one of my guys blurts out. I quickly scold him with a look, causing him to go silent.

“You got a name, buddy?” I ask the suspect, drawing his attention to me. His eyes are all over the place, but after a long moment, he nods.

“B-Barry.”

“Okay, Barry. Why’d you make that call?”

Barry shakes his head like it’s filled with cobwebs. Goddamn it, what is this guy’s game? “I-I just wanted her to…notice me…”

One of my men comes up beside me and hands me a file. I glance over it quickly and close it. “You work the grounds here at the manor eh, Barry?”

He nods, testing my patience as he continues to draw out this fiasco. I need to wrap things up here so I can get back to Belle before she slips away from me. Every second I waste on this bastard is a second I could be spending with her.

“I mow lawns,” he stutters. “Trim hedges. Wash windows–”

Wash windows? Something inside me snaps as I picture him up on a ladder, pretending to wash Belle’s glass, staring at her inside as she undresses. And I just lunge forward and snatch him by his collar, forcing the chair onto its back two legs.

“You been stalking her, Barry?” I snarl, gnashing my teeth as my heartbeat leaps through the roof. “Following Belle? Watching her?”

“No!” he protests. “I’m not a stalker!”

“Bullshit! Don’t lie to me!” My blood is lava, coursing through my veins as I glare down at this predator. “I know you didn’t call in that threat, Barry. You don’t have the brains for something like that. So tell me why you’re lying!”

“I just wanted to be cool with the guys!” he cries out, desperation streaking across his face. He gasps a breath, and I set the chair down, loosening my grip on him. “I heard about the threat, and all the guys were talking about it. S-so I thought I’d just take credit, ya know? It made everybody laugh!”

My guys sigh, and I take a step back, the tension slowly sliding from my body. I glance back over my shoulder to make sure Belle is okay. She looks a bit shaken up, and I rage at myself. She never should have been involved in any of this. I should have left her with someone else while I questioned Barry, but that wouldn’t be possible. That would mean she would be away from me. And I can’t allow that ever again.

Don’t worry, angel. I’ll make things all better.

“Confirm his story with the grounds workers,” I tell my men. “This isn’t our guy. Wedding’s still off. Let Fitch know.”

I stomp across the room, swelling with warmth as I grab Belle’s delicate little hand and pull her from the room, down the hall, and into the back room of the prep-kitchen. On the way, we pass Fitch’s room, which I know will become their room once the wedding finally takes place. I may have bought myself some more time with my angel, but how much? How long can I really put things off before Fitch insists they wed anyway?

“I’m so sorry, Belle,” I whisper as I close the door behind us. “Don’t be afraid. I never should have put you in the same room with that weirdo.”

She looks up at me, doe-eyed and innocent, trying to appear less frightened than she is. And I curse myself. I caused all of this, and yet still she trusts me. Looks to me for protection and guidance. She believes in me, when really I’m the one who’s violently obsessed with her.

“So you don’t think he was…stalking me?” Belle asks.

What a question to be asking me .

I shake my head, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“No, angel. He was just a weird guy looking for attention. If anyone was stalking you, I would know. Trust me.”

Trust me?

Jesus, who even am I now? What have I become?

I’m working her. Making her trust me more and more, when I’m the last man in the world she should be anywhere near. I’ll ruin her, like I want to ruin her virgin cunt with my engorged cock, growing quickly beneath my jeans.

She wanted me to take her when we were back at the hotel. She’d let her walls down for me, all because of a situation I put her in. The situation I fabricated. And in less than a day, I’ve completely abandoned my professional responsibilities of maintaining distance from the girl I’ve been hired to protect. And on top of that, I’ve been stalking her for weeks.

I should tell her everything. She deserves to know.

But she must know by now what I truly am. Or at least have some suspicions.

Then again, she asked me to teach her more. Show her what Fitch would want from her once they were married. If she mistrusted me, she wouldn’t have done that. Either she’s totally oblivious, or she’s playing right into my game. And I don’t think she’s oblivious. I think Belle is looking for a way out of her marriage, and I think she knows she’s found it in me.

She’s twisting absentmindedly, shifting from one foot to the other, a movement which accentuates the round curves of her hips. Every motion whips a harsh craving into my mind, causing my eyes to narrow as I stare and run my tongue across my front teeth, eager to taste her again. For a brief moment, I wonder what we’re even doing here right now. Why should I stay and keep trying to find ways to postpone the wedding? Why not just take her now and vanish? My life means nothing if I don’t have her with me, to wake by her side every morning. I’m sure she understands that. And if she doesn’t, she will.

“Are we…safe here?” Belle asks, glancing around the room.

“You’re safe when I’m with you.” My eyes are glued to her. She must see my obsession in my gaze. I’m not even trying to hide it any longer.

“I guess Fitch will be upset the wedding is still off,” she says softly, glancing to my left. I turn and see the elaborate wedding cake through the glass of a fridge.

“Fitch?” I glare hard at her. “What about you?”

She hides her eyes from me for a moment, and it’s like I’m suddenly denied air. My desire for her is overpowering. Even her hair over her eyes is a painful barrier. I can’t imagine what it would be like to actually have her gone from my sight.

“You know it’s…an arranged marriage, right?”

Her words hit me like a bullet. “Wait, what?”

“My parents are forcing me to marry Fitch for his money. If I don’t, they’ll cut me off completely. I’ll have nowhere to go.”

My vision reddens as my rage begins to squeeze me in a vise-like grip. My throat goes so tight I can barely swallow. What kind of parents would marry their daughter off for money? What is this–medieval times?

I look back again at the wedding cake, five tiers, elaborate flowers made from frosting, and some kind of golden chutes springing out from the top like a fountain. My chest is on fire with rage from what I’ve just heard.

“Then this cake is as fake as your engagement.” I breathe heavily.

“I…I guess you could say that–”

The fridge door nearly comes off its hinges as I wrench it open. I reach into the chill and lift the cake and set it down on the metallic prep-table. Belle is looking at me curiously like a cute little kitten as I’m teeming with lust, achingly hard beneath my pants. My desperation for Belle has not abated since I was last with her. Eyes focused, I’m walking toward her, scouring her sensuous body with my gaze.

“You know it’s tradition for the groom to feed the bride a piece of cake once they’re married, yes? And vice versa?”

Belle nods, confused. “Yes.”

Her innocence is a drug to me, tugging at every one of my male sexual instincts. I reach out and take her by the wrist, pulling her into my arms. A gasp falls from her plump lips, sending a shock surge through me. It’s like I was missing something I now have.

“Well, I see no reason we can’t honor that tradition.” I smile, pressing Belle down onto her knees before me. She looks up at me, still not understanding.

“But I…I’m not married, Conrad. And you’re not my husband.”

“I’m not?” I smirk.

With a single hard tug, I pop the fly of my jeans, then reach in and pull out my manhood, swollen and thick, nearly ready to burst. Belle’s eyes go wide, following my shaft as I grip it with one hand and drag it through the frosting at the base of the cake, coating my crown like a vanilla ice cream swirl atop a cone. “Go on. Have a taste.”

She fails to hide the excitement that flashes through her eyes. “Conrad…”

“Open up, angel.”

Like a good little girl, Belle drops her jaw, giving me a glimpse of her glistening pink tongue. Without hesitation, I push my cock into her mouth. The sensation hits me like a raging sunbeam, igniting my body with exorbitant pleasure. I have to bite my tongue just to stop myself from exploding instantly.

“That’s a good girl,” I groan, the muscles in my stomach contracting as I wrap my hand around the back of her head and take a fistful of her hair. I shove my other hand roughly down the neck of her T-shirt and palm the firm flesh of her breast. Her skin is so soft. Her nipples are already hard, signaling her arousal. “Keep sucking, angel. Clean my cock. Get all that sweet icing off, and I’ll give you some more.”

Belle’s eyes are wide, and her hips move in circles like she’s already grinding on my hard-on. I’m so close now. The thought of ramming my cock inside her is nearly unbearable. Unable to pull my eyes from hers, I move my hand to her other breast, causing a jolt of pleasure to lash me with such intensity it’s almost painful. I let out another groan as she twists her tongue around my crown, searching for any remaining sugar, causing me to quickly pull out of her mouth, right on the verge of coming.

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” I ask her.

“Never,” she replies, her cheeks red, her lips shining.

I snatch her by her hips and lift her, causing her to giggle and squeal as I set her down on the table, just beside her wedding cake. I simply cannot wait any longer, and I don’t even try to stop my sweaty arms and craving fingers as they grab her pants and tear them down to her ankles. I nearly have a heart attack when I set eyes on the ripe little peach between her legs, already dripping with slick.

“Was I not doing a good job?” she whimpers, submissive eyes boring a hole straight into my chest.

“You were doing too good of a job, Belle.” I snatch her T-shirt up and yank down her bra, exposing her plump, mouthwatering tits. “I need to be inside you now.”

Unable to break eye contact, I press the head of my cock between her folds, parting them with untamable desire. It’s all I can do not to just ram my full length deep into her. It’s like I have some kind of fever, and it’s taking all my strength to go slowly with her now. It’s what she needs. She’s never had a man inside her before.

“Ahhh,” she moans, her back arching off the table as I press inside. “Wow, that feels…amazing…”

“Take a deep breath, angel. It’s going to hurt a little bit.”

“Because you’re so big?”

I have to smile. Even with her complete innocence, she recognizes my size. “No, angel. Because you still have your cherry. But it will be mine in a moment.”

“Conrad–”

“Deep breath,” I repeat, projecting my intent through my ardent gaze. “It will only be a second. Then you’ll get used to me.”

I watch her breasts rise as she follows my command, wrap my fingers around her delicate shoulders, then pull myself into her soaking virgin cunt. A moan escapes her lips as I feel her hymen give way. She tries to pull back, but I hold her close as I continue to drill into her, giving her the entirety of my inches. I can feel the walls of her ripe little pussy stretching to accommodate my girth. And just before I bottom out inside her, she lets out a tiny breath.

“Oh my God. That feels…it’s starting to feel better now.” I lean close, pressing my chest against her breasts as I trace the soft skin of her lips with my tongue. “I can handle it, Conrad. Keep going.”

I clench every one of my muscles, fighting back against the intensity of sensation from her luscious pussy. The tenderness of her tight center is overwhelming as I rut into her, grinding the base of my abs against her clit, causing her to squeal like a little baby bird with every thrust. The table rocks beneath us, grating metallic sounds echoing throughout the room. My hips move in and out, up and down, my arms frame her torso and my hands clench her tender breasts as my pace grows faster and faster.

Belle rocks back against me like she wants more. She’s not hurting any longer. She’s loving it and signaling to me with her eyes, the pout of her lips, the way she’s exploring my muscles with her fingertips. I can hardly believe this is happening. Belle. My Belle is no longer an object seen through my scope or an assignment to care for. She’s always been my world, but now that I’m inside her, she’s a dream come true. I always wished for this day, but I never truly believed it could happen.

“You want more?” I challenge her, driving a harsh thrust into her that moves the table several inches. I expected her to flinch at that, but she merely looks me right in the eye and nods.

“Yes, Conrad. Give me more.”

“You sure you can take it?” I tease, railing her again, moving the table back farther.

“Try me.” She smiles.

A thirst comes over me, and I lift her legs up over my shoulders and begin to pound her. This is not a position a virgin should be in , I think as I feel my balls clapping against her asshole with every single stroke. She should be howling, pressing her hands against my chest, begging for me to stop, but she’s just taking it like a champ, bucking back against every one of my thrusts as if demanding more from me than I’m already giving. Christ, I’m tearing her future life apart with every single thrust, and I can’t even stop myself. I don’t even know that I want to.

The whine of creaky hinges behind me causes me to glance over my shoulder just as a middle-aged woman enters. She’s wearing a uniform indicating she works for the manor, and her eyes go wide when she sees my ass moving up and down as I continue to pound into Belle. Nothing will stop me now. Not her. Not anyone.

Belle squeals when she notices the voyeur and pulls me down on top of her to shield herself from the woman’s gaze. I hold eye contact with the intruder, letting her know she should get lost. After a moment, she does turn to go, but not before cocking her head to the side and flashing a thumbs-up to Belle.

“Nice catch, girl.”

With that, she lets herself out. Instantly, Belle cracks up laughing. I do the same, burying my face in her neck, inhaling her scent that simply confirms I am in heaven.

“Oh my God,” she giggles. “Did that really just happen?”

I nod and kiss her. “A wise woman, that one.”

I’m too hard to slow down, too close to control myself any longer. Our moment was not ruined by the intrusion. If anything, we’re both even hotter than before. Belle eagerly kisses me, her smooth hands against my cheeks as our tongues dances together. I’ve claimed her, but there’s still one wall left between us. A wall I’m about to destroy.

“You love it, don’t you?” I ask her. She nods thirstily.

I grunt as I plunge into her dripping cunt, grinding my teeth back against the immeasurable pleasure she’s blessed me with.

“Yes,” she groans, rocking against me, her juices dripping all over the table beneath us, slicking the metallic surface.

I harden my eyes at her, cock my head to the side. “Yes….?”

It takes Belle a second, but when she gets it, her whole face lights up.

“Yes, Daddy.” I feel her cunt tighten around my shaft as she speaks the words. “I love it.”

I feel the wall crumble, blasted away by unbridled emotion. We’re both so close, and my head is already starting to spin like I’ve been shot out of a cannon and am soaring through the purest, most blissful air on Earth.

“You’re mine now, angel,” I grunt, packing her pussy with harsh, deliberate thrusts that shake her entire body. Her knee joints crush down on my shoulders as she closes in on her orgasm. “I’ve claimed you. You belong to me. I’ll keep you safe–Oh my God, I can feel you tightening up on me. You’re close aren’t you, angel?”

“Yes, Daddy.” She nods emphatically.

“So am I. I can’t even move inside you,” I confess. “There’s no way I can pull out, angel. I’m going to breed that tiny little cunt. Breed you the first time you get fucked. I’m going to fill you with my seed right fucking now.”

I go off . Hard.

It’s like an explosion that begins at my center and then expands out, encompassing my whole body. My neck muscles tighten, and my back goes tense as I unload, spraying my seed into her hole, snatching away any remaining innocence she had left.

At the same time, I feel her walls clench down on me, holding me deep inside, telling me firmly: No. You’re not going anywhere. I go empty inside her as her body writhes and thrashes beneath mine. I somehow manage to unclench my eyelids and look down at her as her climax wracks her with delight, and I know that this moment–this image–will be solidified in my mind for the rest of my life as a monumental moment never to be forgotten.

Finally, Belle’s legs fall from my shoulders, and I slump down beside her, breathing heavily. I stare up at the ceiling, a smile fixed on my lips, before glancing over to Belle, desperate for the twinkle in her eyes. Instead, what I see is something else. Confusion? Timidity? Regret?

My heart jumps, and I quickly wrap my arm around her, pulling her close. “Hey, everything all right?”

“Yeah,” she says, forcing a smile. She sits up, glancing at the cake, the scrape in the frosting at the base. “Just…worried about that. And the woman who saw us.”

I stand, place my hands firmly on her shoulders, and look down at her. It’s impossible not to be entranced by her beauty.

“Don’t worry about that. The woman won’t say anything, and the cake can be repaired.” Why am I reassuring her about the cake? I don’t want her near that goddamn thing. If she ever is fed a piece of it by Fitch…

“Okay.” Belle smiles. “I won’t.”

I watch her as we both put our clothes back on, then take her by the hand and lead her from the room, knowing my work is still not over. I may have resolved the situation with the so-called suspect and managed to have postponed the wedding a little longer, but I’m still going to have to find a more permanent method to make sure Fitch realizes Belle belongs to me now.