“That’s my cue to go,” Richard said in the distance.
As he slid his tongue across her lips, she opened up to him and moaned as he kissed her back. She let go of him, to cup his cheek.
“We can’t do this here.”
“We can do whatever we want. Richard’s gone. This is all ours.”
She groaned. “I want to.”
“Then do. I want you. I want to rid your mind of all the things those assholes did to you.” He wasn’t going to take no for an answer either. Reaching for her, he picked her up in his arms, carrying her back to the bedroom Richard had showed them. Kicking the door closed, he dropped her to the bed.
“There’s something we should be doing,” she said, moaning.
“I know what we should be doing.”
“What?”
“Each other.”
She burst out laughing, and he wrapped his arms around her, sliding the shirt off her head. He’d dressed her, and now he was getting her naked. He still hated to see the bruises, but he wasn’t going to stop wanting her.
Sliding his fingers down her body, he sank his hand beneath the band of the boxer briefs, cupping her pussy.
He slid his finger between her slit, finding her soaked.
“Please, please,” she said.
“I love it when you beg me.”
He gripped her hips, spinning her back to the bed and forcing her to bend over. Running his hands over her curvy ass, he spread her cheeks wide, seeing her cunt and asshole.
Her puckered anus was the only part of her he’d not possessed, but he intended to. He wanted to take her all the time, every single day.
Throwing his clothes to the floor, he got naked. His cock stood out, long and thick. He didn’t have any condoms, but he wasn’t going to not take her. Consequences be damned. He wanted her.
Sliding his cock between her wet folds, he wrapped her dark hair around his fist and slowly fed his cock into her greedy pussy. Sinking into her to the hilt, he closed his eyes, relishing the pulse of her around his length.
Nothing else on this planet could be as good. She was fucking magnificent to him. Slowly pulling out of her heat, he stared down at his length and saw how wet he was from her arousal. He wanted to feel her coming on his cock. He let go of her hip to slide his fingers between her thighs, touching her clit. Back and forth, he teased her, loving how she tightened around his length even more.
“Fuck, yeah, baby, come all over my cock. Let me have it all.”
She cried out his name, and he teased her to an orgasm that nearly set off his own. He held himself perfectly still within her, allowing her time to come down from her orgasm before he gripped her hips and started to pound within her, filling her up, taking her hard. There was no way he could hold back his release, and as he came, he didn’t pull out. Taking the chance, he slammed in deep, pulsing his cum deep inside her, flooding her womb.
No matter how selfish he knew he was being, he had no intention of ever stopping. She belonged to him, just as he belonged to her, and that was never going to change.
Chapter Nine
The days blended together. Belle got up and walked around Richard’s home, guided either by him or by Diego. She’d eat, chill out, listen to movies, or just sit, waiting for the time to go by. She hadn’t talked to her father in a long time. She had to tell him about Melanie and make sure the other woman, whom she would never call a friend again, didn’t try to take more money from him.
As she sat, alone, listening to the complete silence, she couldn’t help but wonder if she should return home. Life in the city was fun, and she had met Diego, but this wasn’t her place. This wasn’t her life. Look what happened the first time she was alone. She had gotten taken, and anything could have happened.
Tears spilled down her cheeks, and she pushed them away, not wanting to cry anymore. Crying was for babies. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she felt so incredibly alone. Diego didn’t talk about what happened, and she knew something was going on. Whenever she stumbled into a room, Richard and Diego would go so silent even though they spoke in hushed whispers.
“Hey, beautiful,” Diego said, kissing her neck.
“You’re back.” She had been so deep in thought she hadn’t heard his return. The scent of his cologne was welcome to her. No matter how scared she felt, being near him always helped to calm her. Only, there was another scent in the air, one she wasn’t acquainted with. It was feminine, sweet, and she’d never smelled it before.