A Beautiful Prison, page 14
“You’re going to come, baby.” He panted hard, doing everything in his power not to come before she did. “Do you understand me, Ruby?”
She nodded before she uttered a breathy yes. Pulling out and resting the tip of his dick at her entrance, he slammed into her with so much force she nearly fell forward. He felt the first ripple of her orgasm move along his shaft. She tossed her head back, rested it on his shoulder, and cried out long and hard. This was what he wanted, her sweet, sweet surrender. He inhaled deeply and let his own orgasm come forth like a fierce animal. Groaning out, he filled her up, marking her, fully claiming every fucking part of her. When his pleasure subsided, Gavin pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her. She fell forward, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. He watched her, loved that she was gone in this moment, and then he brushed away a lock of hair that fell from her braid. After a few minutes, she rolled onto her back and Gavin pulled her close. He just held her and enjoyed that she was here with him.
Gavin moved the tips of his fingers along her forehead and down her cheek. She smiled, and the sigh that left her was one of contentment and of being thoroughly loved. When the sound of Willa crying pierced the silence, he kissed Ruby on the forehead and got off the bed.
“I can go to her,” Ruby said sleepily.
“No, Princess, I’ll get her.” He grabbed a pair of lounge pants and moved out of room and into Willa’s. She wailed in a tiny little voice, and he cooed at her when he got to the crib. His presence made her cry harder, and he picked up his little daughter and cradled her to his chest. He hummed softly and moved over to the chair. Once seated, he started rocking, and soon Willa fell back asleep. He didn’t stop rocking, and when he glanced up, he saw Ruby standing in the doorway. He still had a darkness inside of him that only she could sate, but she his sweet masochist to and he was her wicked sadist.
She was the only one that could tame him.
“I love you,” she said softly.
“I love you, too, darling.”
She smiled and then turned away and went back into their room.
He was a better man now because of Ruby and Willa, and because of them, he’d fight every day to be the husband and father they deserved.
The End
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WARNING: This is not a traditional love story. This book does not end in the normal “happily ever after.” There are no wedding bells at the end, no love being professed, or long walks on the beach. If that is the type of story you want this book probably isn’t for you. This book is fiction and contains material that some readers may find offensive.
Bethany Sterling comes from a privileged family, one that believes in modern-day marriage arrangements. On the outside she plays the part of the perfect daughter, but on the inside she is looking for another way out. She hides what she really wants in life, because showing her dreams and aspirations is a weakness she can’t afford to reveal.
As soon as Abe saw her he knew that he would go to any lengths to make her his. He is trained to be lethal, stealthy, and have no remorse in his actions. His needs take control of him until he is nothing more than a machine intent on following his plan.
Bethany finally gets her wish for a new life, but it isn’t how she envisioned it. Now with Abe she realizes that his need for her runs deep. She shouldn’t want him, but she is also compelled and attracted to him.
It is those turbulent emotions pulling her in different directions that will have Bethany deciding how far she is willing to go.
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“So, ask, Bethany.”
The room grew still and quiet and she hated that he could look so unaffected. Why are you surprised? He wasn’t the one chained up like a rabid dog, and in fact this little situation was probably his disgusting fantasy. “Why did you do it?” That seemed like the safest question to ask first.
“I told you. I saw you, wanted you, and so I took you.”
God, he said it so icily that goose bumps rose on her arms. “You took me because you wanted me?” It was a straightforward answer, but it still didn’t make any sense.
“Yes.”
“But you’re my father’s head of security. He trusted you with his life.”
The sound of him grinding his teeth was overly loud in the room. “He is still alive, isn’t he? He was never harmed while in my protection, never so much as threatened.” His voice went lower, deeper, and she knew this was a conversation that was steering away from what they should be talking about.
“What do you plan on doing with me?” She hated asking that question because she almost didn’t want to know what he was going to say.
“This is what I plan on doing with you.” He leaned back on the couch and didn’t say anything after that for several seconds.
Bethany felt everything in her body grow cold and numb by his statement. “Your plan is to keep me locked away in this cabin?”
“Yes, that is exactly what I have planned.” He leaned forward, bracing his forearms on his thighs. “That is my plan for the time being.” He held her gaze with his own penetrating one. “Until I can trust you.”
“And then what?” Her pulse beat frantically at the base of her throat, and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to breathe.
“And then we’ll start our life together.”
She shook her head, but it was more of an automatic response than her responding to his statement. “I don’t want you. I don’t want any of this.” The last part was a gasp of air and words.
“You do.” He didn’t crack a smile, didn’t show any emotion, for that matter.
Bethany didn’t bother arguing that point, and instead decided on what she wanted to ask him next. “You said you wouldn’t rape me.” She stated it point-blank, and when she looked at him it was to see him nod once again. God, she wished she could read him, but he was as hard and cold as stone.
“I don’t rape women.”
“My family will come looking for me, and they’ll find me.” Bethany swallowed. She felt like she was just repeating herself, but when he would barely give her a straight answer she had nothing else to go on. “You know they have money, and they won’t stop until I’m found.” Sitting up straighter gave her the semblance of being stronger, but she felt weak inside. “Steven has money, and I’m set to wed in a few months.” At her words, a very dark cloud seemed to settle over him, and the room suddenly felt much colder. She knew she should just stop.
“I’m going to tell you who and what I am, and that even if they did find you, I wouldn’t let them have you.”
Everything inside of Bethany was at a standstill. God-awful thoughts of what secrets he held filled her mind.
“I was born to nothing, and grew up with nothing. When I was found in a dirty back alley behind a known whorehouse and asked to channel my energy to something else, I took the opportunity.” There was a sliver of emotion in his voice, but it was rage. “My mother was a whore herself, and my father the man that raped her. To say my mother loathed me and where I came from was an understatement. I was a burden to her, a reminder of the filthy life she lived, and the consequences of the path she had chosen.” He leaned in close, and Bethany felt her eyes grow wider. “When I say I don’t, and would never rape a woman, I mean just that, but that doesn’t mean I won’t urge you to open your eyes and see what is right in front of you.”
Bethany didn’t know what to say, because although she didn’t want to sympathize with the man holding her prisoner, she also was human, and could only imagine the kind of life and anguish a child born into that life would have led.
“I was trained by some men that others would consider very bad, conditioned and sculpted to not let my emotions come into play, and to handle their business.”
“And what business is that?”
He didn’t respond right away, but stared at her with his cold, calculating gaze. “This world will eat you up, Bethany, without even caring.” He reached out and brushed a stray piece of hair away. “I know what it is to feel like you were born to strangers, to live in a world that didn’t want you. I fought every day of my life to survive, saw death, violence, drugs and abuse the likes I will never want you to see.” He was opening up to her, showing her a side the past year had never revealed. This man had a lot of hidden things, been scarred in ways she would never even know. “Will I tell you I’m a good man?”
His eyes were so dark, so frigid and real. She loved and hated this attraction, but still found herself staring at him, looking at every curve and dip of his muscles, the way his short dark hair barely touched his forehead, and his square jaw that seemed so masculine. This man was so lethal in more than just the killing kind of way.
“No, I won’t because I’m not a good man, Bethany. In fact, I am the furthest thing from a good man as they come.”
“But I’m not yours. If you would have talked to me, maybe we could have started a relationship—”
He shook his head, stopping her from finishing her sentence. “Do I look like the traditional type of man that goes and asks women out on dates, smokes cigars and drinks scotch with their fathers?” He lifted a dark eyebrow, almost in a mocking manner. “I am a trained killer, Bethany, and I’ll keep telling you that until you fully realize the man that you are sitting in front of right now has already claimed you as his.”
She brushed a stray tear away, not knowing why she was crying. Her own emotions were wild and crazy. “No. I’ll never be a man’s that has to resort to this—”
And then he was on her before she could even grasp what in the hell he was doing. He used his upper body to press her back to the couch, and used the surprise of his attack to wedge his hips between her thighs. She parted her lips and screamed out, but he slapped a hand over her mouth. Bethany sucked in air through her nose, in and out, faster and faster until stars started to dance in front of her vision. “Calm down.”
She blinked the stars away, knowing she needed to focus because passing out while he was on top of her and clearly aroused was a frightening thought.
“No one can hear you, Bethany, so screaming is pointless.” He let those words sink in before continuing. “I’m going to remove my hand, and you’re not going to scream, okay?” Although he did phrase it like a question, she knew it wasn’t an option.
She nodded, and he slowly removed his hand. “If no one can hear me, than why stop me?” She was still breathing hard, but the need to pass out had subsided.
“Because I don’t like the sound of it.” He leaned in close and she held her breath, waiting to see what he would do. When their lips were only an inch apart she turned her head, but he must have anticipated the move because he gripped her chin and forced her head back so she was looking at him again. He ground his erection into her and she hated that her body started to warm. His dick was pressed right up against her pussy, and even with layers of clothing separating them she swore she could feel how big and long he was.
“Please, don’t do this.”
He ground harder into her, rotating his hips so he rubbed her clit, and hot tears spilled out of her eyes. “You like it, even though you’re crying, Bethany.”
She hated that he was right, wanted to destroy her traitorous body for becoming warm and wet, and so damn pliant under him. He pulled back just enough to look at her chest. With no bra on, her nipples stabbed through the thin material. She was humiliated, horrified, and started crying harder because her pussy grew wetter at the gentle yet persistent thrusting of his hips between her legs.
“I bet if I touched your cunt right now you’d be so damn wet for me.” He slowly lifted his gaze from her breasts to her face again. And then like the bastard he was, he slipped his hand between her thighs and pressed the material right on her moist panties. He leaned in close to her ear, pushed a piece of her hair away, and said, “I knew you’d be wet.” He started rubbing his hand in slow circles over her. “I knew you were waiting for someone to come and open you up, take you away from the world that you don’t belong in.” He applied just a little bit of pressure and she felt tendrils of an orgasm rising violently to the surface. “I know if I kept this up you’d come undone for me right now, wouldn’t you?” He continued to rub her clit until she knew that if he didn’t stop the orgasm that she didn’t want to have—at least she told herself that over and over again—would steal her and somehow make this seem okay. Bethany didn’t want to just roll over and surrender to him.
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