Til Death Do Us Trope (Tropes 1)

Arabella

My heart feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest as I hold on to Romeo. He flies through the air and then lands on his feet easily. He must have panther in his DNA. He takes off running as soon as he touches the ground, and I bounce in his arms like popcorn.

“Put me down,” I tell him. “We can move faster if I’m on my own feet.”

“No,” he growls and keeps running. “I’m never letting you go again.”

His grip on me tightens even more and I know at this moment nothing could take me from his hold. I place my nose into his neck, breathing him in. I hold on to him even though I’m not completely sure I’m safe with him, but something deep inside tells me that I am. It’s the feeling of knowing unicorns are real. I don’t care what science says, I know it in my heart.

But I’ve been proven to be a bad judge of character, so what do I know? I trusted my father my whole life and that all crumbled down around me today when he handed me over to the duke like I was nothing more than cattle to him. He passed me to him and let go without so much as a backward glance. I finally saw my father’s true colors. Whatever gave him more money and power, that was what he was after. I knew he could be cold, but I didn't know how cold until now. He’d never directed his villainous ways at me, and suddenly he transformed into the Penguin from Batman. I should have smelled something fishy sooner, but I realize that I’ve always given him the benefit of the doubt.

I think about last night and how he called me a spoiled brat when I protested going to the duke. He said that I shouldn't put up a fight and I should do as I was told since I had been deflowered by Romeo. But I’m a strong, independent woman who is totally in control of her life, even though I’m eighteen and don’t have an education, a job, or prospects. I’ll figure that out later.

Romeo’s warnings about the Duke of England had rung in my ears and I was terrified to be in the same room with him. His eyes raked over me like he was imagining the things he was going to do with me. And I know it had nothing to do with playing Uno, because I’m really good at it and he would lose. I tried to escape, but they tied me to his chair. I stayed beside him in misery, scared of what was to come.

I missed Romeo even though I wasn’t sure I should. For all I knew he was using me as well. I could be a pawn in whatever game all these men were playing. How did I know they weren’t using me to hurt each other?

When I saw Romeo break through the crowd my heart soared like the first time I read Harry Potter. Even though I knew in my soul he was there to save me, I still had questions. After all, we’ve only spent about twelve minutes together, but who am I to fight destiny?

“Did you try and get me pregnant?” I blurt out, needing to know.

I feel Romeo flinch for a second, but he keeps on running. He doesn’t answer me. I know he heard me so I let the question lie between us.

Before I know what’s happening, he comes to a stop and I hear glass shatter. A car alarm goes off, and I’m deposited into a seat. He reaches over my lap and under the dash to pull on some wires to make the alarm stop. Guys always know this trick without being taught. It’s science.

“What’s happening?” I ask, but Romeo once again ignores me as he buckles me up and goes around to the driver's side of the car and gets in. Maybe he has a hearing problem after all. I should probably speak louder next time.

He reaches under the dash once again and pulls different wires out. This time the car comes to life, and that must be the other science thing men are taught.

“Hold on,” he tells me as the car takes off.

The acceleration is so fast it almost takes my breath away. He pulls into the traffic dodging cars like this is The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift, which was awesome and really underrated.

While speeding down the road, he takes out his cell phone and hits a button, then a woman’s voice fills the car.

“Sir,” she says by way of greeting. Rude much?

“I’m going to plan E,” he tells her.

“What about B, C, and D?” she asks. A little bit of panic enters her voice now, and I’m wondering if I should be worried, too. Everybody is supposed to panic at the same time, right?

“You heard me. The rest of the plans are shit. Make it happen.” With that he tosses the phone out the window.

He must have a lot of phones in his pockets the way he throws them away. Jeez, I hope they’re prepaid.

“Who was that?” I snap loudly. I don’t even mean to say the words out loud, they just fall out of my mouth. I’m jealous over a man that I’m not sure I should trust. But, hey, that’s love, right?

His eyes dart over to me for a moment before they go back to the road as he dodges a car while shifting lanes.

“No one,” he says, and I fold my arms in a pout. I stare out of the window angry at myself just as much as I’m angry with him. There’s a lot of anger, okay?

“Little love,” he tries, but I ignore him.

After a moment, I feel the car slow down as he pulls to the side of the road. When he comes to a stop, I glance behind us wondering what he’s doing. We are still on the highway, and the way he was driving made it seem like someone was chasing us. I guess there’s time for a tender moment when you’re on the run.

His hand comes to my face, making me look at him. His lips look soft and sweet. It reminds me of the one time we were in bed together. Before everything fell apart at our feet. We had a moment in time, and I want that back. I need the pieces of my fairy tale put back together.

“I’ve waited years for you, Arabella. I’ve watched you every day and made sure you were always safe.” My mind flashes to the room that was filled with everything about me. “You’re the only one for me, and you have been for far longer than you should have been. I don’t even see other women. I actually have to check with a doctor about that, because it might be a medical condition.” He shakes his head then looks back into my eyes. “My mind is only filled with you. You take up all the space. I’m sure you know that already based on my dramatic attempts to rescue you.”

There is so much tender love in his eyes that I can’t deny him. And why would I? He’s hot as hell, as rich as a king, and probably knocked me up.

“I’m not moving this car until you tell me you’re not jealous of my assistant,” he says, wrapping his arm around my waist.

“Okay. I’m not,” I whisper. The fact that he had a room dedicated to stalking me should freak me out, but isn’t that what true love is? Stalking someone until they give in to your demands? Sure, for some women that calls for a restraining order, but for me it’s romantic.

“Kiss me to prove it.” He doesn't move, but I lean forward and do as he says.

When my lips meet his, it’s only to brush our mouths together. Before I know what’s happening he’s pulling away from me and flooring it. The car takes off, but that one little peck isn’t enough for me. I lunge at him, needing more.

He doesn't stop me as I unbuckle and straddle him. Hey kids, don’t try this at home.

“I didn’t let you kiss me because I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop,” he says.

His eyes meet mine and it’s like he doesn’t even need to look at the road to drive like a race car driver.

“You should put your seatbelt on,” he tells me, but doesn’t try to move me off his lap.

“You shouldn’t tease,” I whisper against his lips as I lean down and go at his mouth.

This time I take the kiss I want, the one I know he wants to give me. I don’t care that he’s driving down the middle of the highway. A woman has needs. My tongue pushes past his lips, my body waking up once again. Before him I didn't have all these urges. Now I feel like I’m a cat in heat. The moment he entered the ballroom tonight my nipples tightened. My mind might be muddled about what this all means, but not my body. She knows exactly what she wants, and she’s going to take it.

His tongue meets mine and he growls low in his chest. I move my hips as I rub my pussy against his slacks. I wish there weren’t clothes between us. I wish for skin to skin. I want to forget all the madness and fall back into what felt right and real. I want to go back to when it was only the two of us in the whole world and nothing else mattered. I need him to give me the sequel of our first time in bed, and I need it now.

“Hurry,” I tell him. I feel the car take a sharp turn as I unbutton his shirt and start kissing his neck. He grunts when my fingers touch his skin.

Sooner than I thought possible we’re out of the car. Never underestimate the power of the pussy, am I right, ladies?

Before I can blink, my back is pressed against a wall and my eyes fly open. It looks like we’re in some kind of underground bunker.

I hear the sounds of buttons being ripped, and then I’m being moved again. Romeo walks us into some kind of room and slams the door behind him.

The look on his face is primal and raw as he drops me down onto a bed.

“I told you I was coming for you.”

Chapter Seven

Romeo

How convenient that there’s a bunker close by. We can stop in the middle of our getaway to have hot dirty sex without worrying about running for our lives. There’s no need to worry about how this bunker appeared, or really anything about it. It’s only important that it’s here for us to have a safe place to get down.

The ship I have waiting for us is still a day’s drive, and I won’t make it that long without putting my dick inside Arabella. I have to marry her in international waters to ensure that she’s bound to me forever. Details on that are sketchy, but trust me, I’ve done my research.

“Did anyone touch you while you were away from me?” I ask as I rip the dress and her underwear from her body.

“No, Romeo.”

“Good. I don’t want to go back and murder everyone.” I pull off my clothes and move down between her legs. “I’ve been away from your pussy for far too long. It’s time I get reacquainted.”