Stolen to Love (Stolen 3)

There’s no time to take her over to the bed or even find a flat surface. I want her right here, right this second, and I’ll take her exactly how I want it.

Her body curves to mine and her hands rest on my chest. Her tits bounce and I grunt in pleasure at seeing her taking all of me. She’s hot and sweaty and her soft skin slides all over me. My need for her is so strong I can feel my body burning up. My cock is swollen to a size I’ve never been before and it’s because it’s inside of her. It’s thick and long and so goddamn heavy right now. All the need I have is weighing it down and making each thrust into Lula stronger.

“Fuck.” I grind my teeth as she rolls her hips and the break in rhythm is too much. “Fuck, don’t do that or I’ll nut.”

She gives me an evil grin and does it again.

“Goddamn it.” The sight of me about to lose it must turn her on because I can feel her pussy get wetter. The slick sounds of my cock going into her get louder and it somehow makes me impossibly harder.

“Cum in me,” she whispers, and I feel her pussy squeeze me as I bounce her on my cock.

The simple words are enough to make me lose all control, and as if my dick is under her command, I go over the edge.

I roar so loud and long that it echoes in the room, but I still manage to be aware enough that I’m triggering her orgasm with mine. We cling to each other, and I manage to stay standing up through it all. I’m breathing heavy and I feel like I’ve just walked off a roller coaster, but my heart is so full all I can do is smile.

“I love you,” Lula says again, and I close my eyes, wondering if I’ll ever get tired of hearing her say that.

“You ready for me to prove it again?” I flex my still hard cock inside of her, and she giggles, then moans.

“This time I want you on all fours.” I grip her ass with both my hands as I walk us over to the bed. “I want to spank you.”

“For what?” She pretends to be shocked as she digs her nails into me.

“For trying to leave me.”

“What if I promise to never do it again?” She pokes out her lip and bats her eyelashes at me.

“Oh, I know you won’t do it again, but you can act like it if you want.” I toss her onto the bed and give her round ass a slap. She squeals and tries to wiggle away, but I pin her to the bed. “I like the chase, love.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I like you catching me.”

“Forever,” I say as I lean down and kiss her lips.

Epilogue

Lula

Six months later…

I stare down at my phone, not knowing where my husband has been for the past twenty-four hours. He slipped from the bed in the middle of the night after kissing me sweetly and saying he had something to handle and he’d be back soon.

His eyes were soft and loving but I knew the kind of business he was taking care of. One that would likely leave blood on his hands.

My Xander will always have a small piece of him that’s dark and hidden from me. It’s part of who he is, and no matter what, I love all of him. Maybe it should bother me more since I spend my life healing, but I knew what he was going to do when he left and I didn’t say a word to stop him.

My father needed to die. I was told he was in prison where he belonged, but it didn’t feel like enough for me or for Xander. Not when I told him everything my father put me through. Once I laid that on Xander, coupled with what he’d done to everyone we love, I knew there was no stopping him. And once we found out I was pregnant it was game over.

It would have been almost impossible for my father to ever reach me again, but that wasn’t a chance Xander was willing to take. Since I’ve gotten pregnant I’ve had nightmares of my father showing up that have jolted me from the bed. Xander took them as a premonition and he’s been silently plotting ever since.

Very few people in the world know about the island, but still my hormones are ruling my mind. Xander went to put an end to me ever having one ounce of fear over my father—a man that doesn’t deserve the title. He was never a part of my life until I was an adult and like everyone else in his life, he used and abused me until Xander gave me a new life. But without my father coming into my life I might not have ever met Xander. It’s funny how fate can work sometimes. I can only think that it was all part of a bigger plan, not only Xander and me meeting but for my husband to put an end to my father for good.