Stealing Beauty

“What are you doing in here?” I ask, but what I mean is what is she doing in here dressed the same way she was. Fuck, I can’t think straight when so much of her skin is showing. I can’t stop looking at her body.

“I came to look for you,” she stammers out nervously. I don’t care for the fear in her eyes. The thought of her worrying that I’d ever hurt her feels more painful than the bullet I took when my parents were killed. “I just…”

I walk around to the desk, grabbing her hip and taking a seat in my chair with her falling on my lap. “I took this out for you to see. I planned to show you.”

“That you stalked me.”

“I technically only followed you a couple of times. The one time you actually know about. You had security around at all times.”

“And this?” She pulls out the picture of her at that frat party. I wanted to burn the place down when I saw the fuckers eyeing her. She was standing in a group listening as her friend talked with a few other people. But the one guy had been flirting with her, she excused herself to get a drink, he slipped something in it, and that’s when I put an end to the party. I won’t tell her the details of Mr. Baseball, just to say he may never get hard up again and the cops received a credible tip two days later.

I smile as I look down at the picture. “That night, I was there. And I assure you that I did my best to let you have a fun time.” It was harder than I ever thought possible, but she needed to have friends.

She twists her body to look at me, then asks, “Did your best—did you call the cops?”

I grab her chin, rubbing it with my thumb and forefinger, then I pull her lips to mine. When I let go of her face, I admit it, “Da, I did. I wasn’t going to let some punk kid try to steal my woman.”

“Why didn’t you approach me then? We could have met as strangers in a safe place.”

“No, I didn’t want to rush this. This has been the longest year of my life, but you needed to grow and learn more about life.”

“I can’t believe you waited a year to meet me.”

“The torture was worth it.”

“So what about all this? You’re looking into my brother as much as me.”

“I didn’t. The company I hired did that. Besides, I have information on the other four island resorts as well. It’s just to judge and evaluate the competition. This business is new to me, and I needed to figure out what works and what doesn’t.”

“I’m not a pawn in this, am I?”

“Marisol, I’d give up everything for you to stay with me. I know it’s crazy, and you want to run, but…”

She interrupts me, “I don’t want to run. For three weeks all I could think about was how I shouldn’t have rushed away from you that day. Strangely, I’ve never felt comfortable as I am in your arms.”

“You’re going to feel a lot more, Marisol,” I whisper in her ear, grinding her ass over my cock. She moans and rocks herself back. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her off to our bedroom.

I have to taste her. I have to claim her as mine. I need to be in her. It’s insane, it’s criminal and yet none of that matters. In fact, it’s the most illegal thing I’ve ever done, and I couldn’t care less. Marisol has been mine from the second my eyes met hers in that photo. I reach down and grab the waistband of her shorts and pull them off. Fuck me she has on a tiny bikini. I let out a growl and press my face to the light material that barely covers her pussy. I breathe her in, and she’s delectable. Every ounce of me is holding back until she tells me what I want to hear. “Tell me; do you want this? Do you want to be taken to heights you’ve never experienced before? I promise you that once you’re done, you’re never going to want to walk away.” I don’t tell her that I’d never let her walk away from me. She doesn’t need to know that right now. And I’m fucking crazy obsessed over her. I’d do whatever it took to make her happy. Fuck, I’ll even sell my Island to her brother if that would make her happy. “Tell me, my beauty. What is it that you want?” “You,” she cries.

I slide the bikini off her pale skin. She doesn’t get out in the sun as much as most that live in Miami, I love how genuine she is. Her heart and mind make me wild. It’s insane how she turns me on. I can feel my cock beating hard against my zipper, but before I satisfy his need, I want to make my woman come on my tongue.