Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
I’ve become collateral.
A possession.
But, somewhere inside, in a place I’m still denying exists, I feel something.
I think it’s love.
4
Erik
She’s making me feel things I’ve never felt.
Right now, I’m nervous.
Fucking nervous.
I don’t remember ever being nervous around anyone. Not mobsters, clients, judges, and definitely not women.
But pulling up to my building, there’s a low vibration down inside of me. My dick is rock hard as well.
I don’t think she has any idea how gorgeous she looks in her little denim mini skirt and a pink t-shirt with Bratz written across her tits.
God, how I want to lift that skirt up and get at what’s underneath while sucking one of those pert, teasing little nipples into my mouth.
I finally took the time last night to dig into every available detail about her, and found out where the small, crumbling apartment she shares with her Aunt Jessica was located. I didn’t call Magnus and Cassie, although the urge was there. She will never live in a piece of shit low rent place like that again.
I understand why she’s there now. Her aunt needs medical care and the apartment complex is only two blocks from the medical center in downtown.
Still, it’s dangerous and dirty and sad, and those are three things that will not be part of my angel’s life any longer.
Being around her has made me realize how little physical contact I have with anyone. Outside of the female involvements in my past, my body has rarely touched someone else. Even with the contact I’ve had with women before, I never kissed them. Never thought about giving them a hug or having them sit on my fucking lap while I watched them eat a strawberry ice cream cone.
But, now? I want to just hold her. Feel her warmth against me as I become the shield between her and the rest of the world.
Anything from now on that comes for her, will have to go through me.
Daddy.
Fuck. That word has been assaulting me since I saw her on Thanksgiving.
Visions day and night of that word slipping from her plump lips as she looks into my eyes, needing something. Everything. Anything.
From me.
I want to be the source of all her sustenance. Food, drink, sex, support, laughter, comfort, guidance…all of it. I need that more than I need my next breath.
“Wow,” she finally says as I pull my car into the garage and a young man in a black suit comes racing over, jogging next to the car until I bring it to a stop. “What’s he doing?”
There’s a flicker of fear in her eyes, and I reach over and cup the side of her face. “He’s just here to take the car. This is my building. I live on the top two floors, but I own it as well. No one lives here I don’t know. You are safe.”
That seems to soften her as another young man appears outside her door, pulling it open as I charge out from mine.
“Leave,” I bark, racing around the car and nearly dumping him on his ass for just doing his job. “I’ll take care of it.”
He mumbles a yes, sir, with a look at the other porter. All the black and white of my world has been lit with yellow and orange and red. I would take a flamethrower to any other man that had the balls to touch what is mine.
My dick aches, her scent filling the elevator as we whoosh up to the top floors. I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime for her. I need to give and give and give.
But there’s also a darker part of me that is screaming for me to take, take, take.
And take I will.
I will take that tight pussy. Planting my cock inside her warmth, painting it with my seed until I’m growing inside her. If that takes a night, a week, a month. Her body will know no other man ever again.
Has there been one before?
That question has tormented me since I first saw her, and now I can no longer hold back the burning need to know.
She’s what every man wants, that’s clear. She’s a billion dollar OnlyFans channel.
As the elevator doors swoosh open, her wide green eyes lock on me, and I’m lost for a moment in the beauty of her here, in my home, a place that never meant anything to me until now.
“This is like a dream.” The blush on her cheeks rises to apple red as she pushes the dark silk of her hair behind her ears, then splays her fingers around her cheeks as the pressure builds in my chest.
I’m out of my element. And looking at her, for the first time with a woman, I’m out of my league as well.
It’s not arrogance speaking that somehow in the past, I was superior to whomever I let into my life however briefly. It’s more about all the things this angel brings to my table.