Pretty Prize (Rags to Riches 2)

The feel of his hand in mine gives me comfort. I begin to relax and eventually I feel myself drifting to sleep. His whispered words awaken me. He lifts me into his arms, carrying me to what I’m guessing is one of the bedrooms. He gently places me on the bed and begins to undress me, tossing my dress to the floor. My body immediately awakens but my mind trails behind still in a slumber as he gently puts me into a silky nightgown. His eyes eat me up as he covers me back up with the delicate material. Then to my utter surprise he joins me on the bed. He pulls me into his hold, wrapping his arm around me and I once again fall asleep, feeling taken care of for the first time in my life.

Chapter 11

Hunter

There are three hours left on this flight and I am aching. Need courses through me, making my hands shake. My muscles are tense from keeping still but it’s worth it because she’s sleeping. There’s enough trust between us that she can fall asleep in my arms and that thought has kept me up for four hours.

I’ve done nothing to earn her trust. I bought her from her brother as if she was nothing more than a piece of pretty jewelry. Worse, now that I want her, I find myself commiserating with her debauched brother.

I don’t want anyone to see her either. I want to lock her up in a room and keep her to myself, preferably naked and on her knees. That would be the easiest way for her to hate me, to turn this fledgling trust into dislike and fear. Before meeting her, I wouldn’t have cared. In fact, I expected her to despise me, call me names, ban me from her bedroom. I envisaged a life where the two of us would engage in meaningless sex enough times for her to get pregnant. Whenever I need the release. Sex hasn’t been something on my mind these past years. Revenge consumed everything for me. I wouldn’t let myself have any kind of pleasure until I got it. It was a vow I made to myself after I lost my mom. That taking sweet Rose’s innocence would be enjoyable but a necessary part of my revenge. A small loophole.

That plan is out. No, I don’t think I’ll be satisfied with loveless fucking. I want it to mean something. No. I want to mean something to her. I want her to look into my eyes when I’m seated inside her cunt and see that there’s nothing in her head but me.

I shake my head lightly. Where did these thoughts come from? This isn’t the cold hearted Hunter Keal who has spent most of his life ruthlessly pursuing revenge, ruining people for even off-handed cruel things they mouthed about his mother. This is a softer version. My cock twitches in denial. I suppose not all of me is soft. My cock is hard as steel.

She stirs in my arms and her perfect lips purse and kiss the air. She sighs and my name floats out into the air. Hunter. Hunter. Below, her legs move restlessly. Another sound escapes her mouth, this one higher and needy. A small hand with pink nails travels down her belly to cup herself. She moans in frustration when the nightgown prevents her from making contact her with pussy.

“Shhh,” I whisper against her head. “Let your man do this for you.”

I reach down and pull up the hem of the silky nightgown until her bare thighs are exposed to the cool air in the plane. Gooseflesh pimples along the skin. She shifts again, rubbing her thighs together.

“Having a naughty dream, are we?” I murmur. I slide my hand between those taut, golden thighs and find her inner flesh damp. The poor baby. How long has she been in this condition?

At my touch, her legs part and her knees fall back on the bed. Her silk panties are wet, outlining the plump lips of her cunt. My tongue darts out as if I can taste her on the air. I pull the gusset of the silk aside and run one finger along her crease. She arches at the contact, another longing sigh drifting out of her precious mouth.

I use her own lubrication to circle her outer lips, rubbing in small, light motions. She thrusts her hips up in the air and frowns when there’s no return pressure. I slip a finger inside.

Her eyes fly open. “Hunter?” she says.

I dislike that my first response to her saying my name is to smile. It’s just a name, for fuck’s sake. “Yes.” I nod more curtly than I mean to, more curtly than I should when I have a finger shoved up her tight, virgin cunt.