Page 20 of Stolen Dove

“Dove,” I growl, pulling her to me. “I need to be inside you.” I can’t hide my longing for her. Lust flares in her eyes as I cup her ass and let her feel my raging need. “See what you do to me?”

“The feeling’s mutual,” she moans.

“We’ll see.” I reach around and slide my fingers up her thighs, and just like she said, her pussy is soaked for me. She whimpers around my thumb, and I worry that I’ve hurt her. “Are you okay?”

“It hurts. I need you to make it go away.” She shakes as I test her hardened bud. Her body hums under my fingers, demanding more. “Victor, give it to me. I need your touch.”

“Always, my little Dove.”

I drag my tongue along the smooth skin of her neck, grazing my teeth over her pulse. The way she whimpers in my embrace is the stuff men kill for. I'd kill anyone who dares come between us. Swiping across her flesh and then biting lightly, I feel her heartbeat pick up. "Victor." The little plea goes straight to my balls with precision. My queen needs more. She may hate me, but her body doesn't. I'll use everything I can to tame her until she's as docile as a kitten in my arms. I spin her so her ass presses on my cock and my hands run down her middle, lifting my shirt up her legs, revealing the tiny lace panties that I both hate and love at the same time. "Do you want to come for me, mi reina?"

She nods, and I give her a hard slap on her bare pussy. "I didn't hear you."

"Yes, Victor. I want to come," she hums, laying her head on my shoulder.

"What a good wife." I kiss her neck, sucking and marking her skin because I'm a territorial motherfucker with men eager to take what belongs to me all the time. No one will get their hands on my woman. Never.

I pat her folds, loving the sound her wet cunt makes. The sounds we make could be recorded and made album of the year, but I'd never let anyone hear my queen. That sweet melody is just for me.

"I want you ready for me. I want you so close because I’m going to come the second I'm deep inside of you," I breathe out against the shell of her ear.

"Please." I slip a finger into her just enough to feel her lurch forward and pop her ass back, and then I pull them out and suck her sweetness off my fingers. "Viva la reina," I whisper, scooping her up and laying her down on our bed. This is where I should have taken her the first time—devouring her body until she doesn't want to leave and then losing myself deep inside, breeding her, filling her with my heir on our sheets.

I tug at my shirt buttons, hating how long it's taking. Finally able to pull my shirt up over my head, I drop down to kiss her lips. They're soft, plump, eager to feel mine. Her hands slide into my hair, pulling my face closer, moaning as our tongues clash, fighting for our next taste. I have to have more of her honey on my tongue, whipping her pussy into a frenzy before I give her another load. My hand follows my lips as I lick and feel my way to her little slit. It's wet and puffy, waiting for me to give it what it needs. I don't know who's hungrier, but it's my turn to feast. Parting her thighs, I grip her legs and rest them on my shoulders, licking her seam. She moans as I jut my tongue into her wetness, lapping up her cream.

As she shatters and shakes, I rise up and slide into her tight slit, claiming her womb again. I could live inside her sweet depths. I drag myself out and then plunge forward, stretching her. Leaning down, I swipe my tongue across her lips. When she parts them, I thrust it in and deepen the kiss until we’re both too worked up, then I trail my mouth along the column of her neck, sucking and nipping on her heated skin. My muscles tense as I start to lose control. “Dove, I need you to come again so I can fill you up with our baby. I want you to cream on my cock. You’re going to be a good wife and come, right?”

“Yes,” she moans, her nails raking down my back with a pleasurable sting. I growl and take her in a rough kiss, grinding her into the mattress until she screams my name and then I follow her over. Huffing, I pull out of my wife and roll onto my back, lifting her on top of me.

“Time to sleep, mi epsosa.” My heart pounds as I hold her close, breathing in her scent and listening to her as she falls asleep. In the middle of the night, she straddles my hard cock and I lift her up to ride me. Several times we wake up and have sex throughout the night until the sun comes up. I don’t know who starts each round, but I make sure to finish them. I need a shower and to get some food in our bellies before I take her again. Maybe I should let her pussy get some rest. I lay there catching my breath, wondering what I should say to her. How can I tell her that this is so much more than sex and a baby? How can I get her to forgive how we met? The sound of my phone breaks through my thoughts.

6

Dove

It’s morning as we come down from a fantastic high, lying back catching our breath, panting heavily. I love the way he makes my body sing even though every inch aches. It’s tender and completely used up, and yet the man still makes me want more. Victor’s the epitome of a virile male with the talent to please sexually. I ignore the reason I’m here and enjoy the pleasure he’s giving me.

I’m covered in sweat and a sheet as Victor lies on his back, looking up at the ceiling without saying a word. His phone rings in his jacket on the floor. He’s out of the bed and digging it from his pocket to find he missed the call, but he doesn’t skip a beat and calls it right back while walking to the bathroom with the phone to his ear as if he wants to make sure I don’t hear his conversation. Again.

A couple of minutes later I hear the shower, drilling home my place in his life. I’m his supposed wife so he can have an heir, warming his bed every night and ignoring me the rest of the day. Will we legally get married, or is this just a front? Who was the person who called him?

Who is Victor Serrano?

I know only a few things about the man who has trapped me in his castle of sorts. For one thing, he creates a wall between us the second he pulls out of me. He has some dealings with the wrong kind of people. He got me all the way to Spain without an ounce of trouble. He wants me to have his babies, but he bought me, which probably bothers me more than anything else. Does he usually buy women? Are prostitutes his kick?

He steps out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. God, even though he’s a total bastard, I can’t take my eyes away from his pure sexual being. It pulls me in every time I look at him. As upset I am with him, I’d part my thighs if he asked. Why?

He stares at me with a smirk and then drops his towel. His cock bounces, hard as hell, as if we didn’t just have sex. I know he came because I can feel it, but wow. I’m surprised and aroused, and I shouldn’t be. “Not right now, mi esposa. Go take a shower. My mother is coming today. You will not tell her how we met, and you will do your best to behave and act like my wife.”

I narrow my brows at him, glaring as best as I can before composing myself. With my father, I always kept it under control, but I’m guessing Victor brings it out of me. Standing up, I let the sheet fall as if I don’t have a care in the world. With a lift of my chin, I say. “Okay. She doesn’t know that you pay for sex?”

I saunter past him, but he quickly grips my bicep and spins me to face him. His dark eyes return the glare, and he growls with a warning, “If you say that again, I’ll keep your ass locked up in here. Are you going to behave?”

“Of course. I don’t want to be embarrassed either. I’m sure she’d love that I sold myself to the highest bidder. So, husband, how did we meet? When did we marry?”

He growls again, releasing his grip on my arm. “We met while I was on business, which is true. We married outside the plane before we flew home.”

“How am I supposed to lie? We’re not married.”