“I’m not doing that to hurt you, but to protect you. If you want to go somewhere, then tell me, and I’ll take you. You need something, you tell me, and I’ll get it for you. You are mine, and I won’t let you go.
“Okay,” I nod just as we walk into a cozy-looking room with a fireplace. Miles takes my hand and leads me to the couch. I sit down and sink into the comfortable cushions.
“Rose, do you remember anything else from yesterday? How you ended up with Drake?”
My mind is still in disarray, all of yesterday’s memories are almost like a dream, and I have a hard time knowing which ones are actually true.
“I think I remember something, but I’m not sure if it really happened or not.”
“Tell me, and we’ll figure it out.”
“I think Ron and Kelsey, my foster parents, came to see me at the women’s shelter…” I try to dig deeper into the memory, but it’s trying to slip away. Miles must see my struggle as he places his hand on my back and strokes my skin gently.
It calms me and allows me to concentrate more.
“Take your time, sweets,” he soothes.
“I think… they asked me to come back home with them. But that’s just odd, why would they do that? It’s probably just in my head. They didn’t like me much, so there is no way they’d want me back.”
“Did you go with them?” Miles asks, “Even if it was just a dream, I want to know. Did you go to their house?”
“Mhm, I don’t know. Yes, maybe. I probably did…” They might not have liked me much, but I did like my foster siblings, and I missed them. I would have gone back to their house if they let me or asked me to.
“I promise you, I will figure out what happened, but right now, I need to leave you for a few hours.”
“What?” I try not to sound desperate and clingy, but the thought of him leaving has my chest tightening. “Why?”
“Because if I don’t, I’m going to fuck you, and I’ve promised myself that I wouldn’t do that… at least not today. Besides, I need to figure out how Drake got his slimy hands on you, so I can hurt everybody involved.”
“When will you be back?”
“Tonight. Don’t wait up for me. It will probably be late. I’ll crawl into bed next to you when I get back though,” he promises. “I will tell the maids and Margot to keep you company, so you don’t have to be alone. If you need anything, let them know, and someone will call me.”
“Okay.”
“But… I will warn you, your virgin pussy is mine, your body is mine, your fucking soul is mine. You’re a gift, and I’m going to cherish you like one. If you try and run away, I’ll drag you back here, and then I’ll fuck you until you beg me to stop. When I say you’re mine, you’re mine.” I shiver at the deepness and meaning of his words.
I am his, a gift, and he’s going to cherish me like one… I know this is my insecurities and need for affection talking, but I want that so bad. I want to be his. I want someone to cherish me, to keep me and take care of me. Above all, I just want someone to want me.
All my life, I’ve been unwanted. I’ve been pushed away and abandoned—more times than I can count—by people who were supposed to care for me.
Then Miles comes along. A man who barely knows me and wants me to be his in every way. I can’t be sure, but I might be falling for the one person I shouldn’t be. The person I should be trying to escape from.
7
Miles
All I’ve been able to think about for the last two fucking days is the smell of Rose’s cunt and the way she clenched around my finger when she fell apart. Two days, I’ve barely been able to stay away, but I knew I had to because if I didn’t, I would have fucked her for sure, and I know she isn’t ready for that.
Leaving her at the mansion with Margot and two of my housekeepers was hard as hell. Every morning, I would leave early, taking care of some business deals and checking out locations for a new club. By the time I would come home, she was already asleep in my bed. I did hold her every night, but that’s all I did.
Today, I finally gave in. I couldn’t stay away from her any longer, so I decided at the last minute to take her with me.
It’s Friday night, and we are at the strip club. Once a week, we host a special gambling event that people expect me to attend, so I didn’t have a choice in coming.