Marquise

“You are going to have to tell me your name at some point, Goddess.” my mouth close to her ear. Close enough to lick it if I wanted. God, do I want to. Instead, I close my eyes and try to get my cock to behave. I know she can feel it if her ass wiggling against me is any indication. Just as I am about to pass out, I hear her voice for the first time.

“Chrissy.” The name my Goddess whispers before falling asleep. Chrissy. Welcome to your forever, Chrissy.Today is the first morning I have ever been up and not already at work. I woke a little over twenty minutes ago and spent the first five watching her as she sleeps. She looks peaceful and very innocent. I cannot help but shake my head at how her innocence won’t be an issue for long. I eventually move to get up when she sighs and moves in closer to me. This keeps me in bed another few minutes, loving the feel of her up against me. More than that, I love how she shows me she likes it.

After finally getting out of the bed, I am now in the kitchen making breakfast. I figure strawberry pancakes, sausage, eggs, orange juice, and her choice of yogurt should be enough. Turning to place her plate on the table, I see her standing there. “Good morning, Chrissy.”

“Morning,” she says, barely loud enough to be considered talking.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yes.” Excellent. She is talking to me. One-word sentences but talking.

“That’s good. I’ll tell you that I made enough food to feed my brothers. Please.'' I gesture towards a chair for her to sit. Putting a little of everything on her plate, I then sit across from her. My eyes never leave her as she puts the food in her mouth. One fork full at a time. Once I see she likes it, I relax. “Would you tell me your last name, Chrissy.” I have a need to know everything about her, as if each piece is vital to my next breath.

“Brooks,” she says before sticking more food in her mouth.

“That’s my good girl.” She stops, the fork in front of her mouth and looks at me when the phrase leaves my mouth. My first instinct is to apologize and tell her I didn't mean it. Anything to make sure she stays, but I resist. I am who I am and having her here, in this space, breathing the same air as me, looking so innocent and fuckable at my table, is the first time, I allow myself to acknowledge it. After what feels like a lifetime her face begins to redden. Her cheeks are blushing, and a plump rouge color has popped out on her. My eyes track the blush down to her chest, noting the flush has spread. Interesting.

“Where are your parents, Chrissy?” How could anyone allow this precious jewel out in the world alone with no protection and nowhere to go? She looks at me and shrugs her shoulders. I am taking notes of everything she doesn't answer. Telling myself to be sure to have Dusty look it up. “That’s okay, Goddess. You don’t have to say anything. I will find out either way. But know one thing...it won’t stop what is happening right here.” I motion between the two of us.

“Promise,” she whispers. Shocked, I look at her with her face hanging down, as her cheeks turn redder than a stop sign. Putting my hands on the table, I bend forward making sure to be right in front of her face. Our mouths are so close that if I move one more inch, I would be sucking those delicious looking lips into mine.

“I fucking swear, Goddess. This...is going to be. I just need to know you can handle it. I am not the easiest person to be with, but I promise never to hurt you, at least not without your consent, and I will NEVER leave you, Chrissy. I need you to trust me, though.”

“Okay,” she says nonchalantly, while still eating. Watching her place food in her mouth, I swallow, trying to hold myself together. Why do I suddenly feel like I am the one in trouble?Chapter FourChrissyI’ve always been a shy girl, not one that is chatty in any way. I usually don’t speak until spoken to, but for some reason all I wanna do is talk to him. There is a need down inside of me to tell him everything about myself. Especially before he Googles it, because I know that it will be right there when he does. One of Chicago’s finest goes crazy, first killing his wife and then himself. It definitely made the news cycles.

There is something about him that makes me feel safe. Safer than I have ever felt before. Sure, he’s let me into his home but how long can that really last? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that he wants something more from me than one night. I’m afraid he doesn’t know me, and he won’t want me once he’s gotten whatever it is that he really wants. No one is this nice without ulterior motives. Yet, I can’t explain why I am drawn to him. He gives off a dominant vibe that I seem to respond to with every fiber of my being.