Page 42 of Trapping His Angel

His voice was probably scratchy from under-use. He kept to himself in his home, surrounded by security cameras. A hermit in his own right.

I needed him to get it together.

“I am forced to keep you here until you’ve found the rat. Someone is leaking information to the Venezuelans, and it’s your job to find out who.” He was the best.

“I know. With so many leaders in the vicinity, it’s hard to know who planted someone here, and how long they have been here,” Makari whispered.

“It could be any of them, and with Roman back off on his honeymoon, I am forced to stay here and figure out this mess in his absence.” There was a headache forming.

Roman was preparing to go back to America with his new bride. I would have to get used to these headaches from now on.

“I think I have a strong lead, but I don’t believe whoever is feeding them information is the person who is closest here.”

“Wait, what do you mean?” He wasn’t making any sense now.

“You’ll understand in time.” Makari stepped out of the way as men came in with his supplies.

It took far too long for them to set up, but now that he was up and running, I had him searching through all the correspondence coming in and out of the mansion.

“This is going to take a while, and the room gets boiling when all the servers are running,” Makari rasped.

Taking that as my hint to leave, I hustled out, looking for my wife. I had a load I could deposit inside of her womb, and I would keep doing so until she was well and truly bred.

The women were missing again. I found them in the East Wing after some time. They were hanging out with the girls from The Academy. I think they were up to no good, but one sexy look from Isadora, and I was motioning her to leave them all behind for me.

I hustled her into the nearest room, which happened to be a library.

“Oh, I’ve never been in this room before,” she gushed.

I bent her over the nearest desk and knelt before her thighs. I kissed up her inner sanctum until I reached her lips. I licked up her slit, and shuddered when she let out a small moan. I slid a finger in my mouth, wetting it.

I slipped it inside her wet heat, groaning to find her soaking for me. “Good fucking girl,” I said against her pussy.

I took a few more sucks on her clit, chuckling as she bucked on my face. Her cries made my cock weep. I had to give this toher. I wanted her to grow big with my child. Her body would change, and I’d suckle from her breast, as soon as she produced some milk for me.

The images of our future overcame me, and I crawled up her body. I undid my pants and slid my cock deep inside of her pussy with a groan. I clutched her neck, smirking as she swallowed against my hand, but didn’t fight against it.

“You like that, don’t you,malen'kiy angel?”I leaned forward to whisper in her ear, before biting it.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” she cried, her cunt clenching on my cock, trying to milk me early.

I tsked. “No rushing me, baby. You will take what I give you.” I leaned back and spanked her ass.

I was grateful she’d stopped wearing underwear, making it easier for me to access what belonged to me. She cried out as I smacked her ass over and over, repeating the same amount with my thrusts.

She screamed, and I knew she was about to come. I shoved her leg up on the desk, changing the angle. I swore she bit the wood on the desk, as she gushed against me.

“Christ, baby,” I whispered against her cheek.

I brushed her white locks away from her face, so I could see her eyes. They were satisfied and light with happiness.

“You’ll be having my child yet,” I croaked.

She said nothing, but I hadn’t expected her to. My new bride was driving me nuts. I couldn’t go two seconds without fucking her. It felt like a curse. A bond that could never be broken had formed.

I was obsessed.

I wanted her in a way no one should want another human being.