“I don’t want your pity. I just want to get through whatever this is that you want me to do.” Composing herself, she lifts her head up and coldly stares at me.
“Is there any negotiation on the time frame?” she eventually asks, unable to hide how vulnerable she is.
“What are you so scared of?” I can’t explain the overwhelming urge I feel to help this woman that I barely know, especially since she came here to steal from me.
“I’ve told you enough. All you need to know is that I want to get as far away from here as possible. This necklace was going to be a new start for me and the girls; clean slates somewhere where our pasts won’t catch up with us, and every day that I’mhere playing lord and lady of the fucking manor is another day of them being at risk.”
“Duke and duchess,” I correct her, hoping it might trigger even the tiniest of smiles out of her, but it doesn’t, instead it feeds her curiosity.
“Who are you, Jack Ravenshaw?” She looks me so deeply in the eyes that I feel her searching through my soul and looking for all the broken pieces.
“I’m just a bastard who has no idea what he’s fucking doing.” This time it’s my turn to laugh.
“Well, you look like a duke.” Her hand presses against my jacket. “You talk like a duke.”
“And all my life I convinced myself that I’d be anything but a fucking duke.” I look down at her fingers, realising that I like her touching me far too much.
“I’m sure you’ll do the job just fine.” She taps me reassuringly and offers me that smile I’ve been waiting for.
“So, what are your thoughts on children?” I quickly clear my throat and start approaching what's important. Seeing how accomplished her acting skills are has given me an idea.
“Kids?” She huffs a laugh. “Can’t stand ‘em.” Her answer throws me off the shot I take, and the ball bounces from the pocket.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I have to be maternal.”
I guess the girl has a fair point.
“I just figured that since you cared so much about these girls you protect that you’d–”
“My girls are women; they can fend for themselves. Like I said, I just offer them guidance.”
“So you never see yourself having a family?” I check.
“The girls are my family, and you're keeping me from them, so if we could hurry up and iron out the formalities of this agreement–”
“What are you running from?” I ask her again, desperate to know what’s scaring this woman who comes across so strong.
“Hell,” she tells me sadly, before taking her shot and, of course, nailing it.
I want to tell her that whatever it is, I can protect her. She thinks I’m just a jumped-up little rich boy, but she couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Gracie–” I step into her space again.
“Itoldyou not to call me that,” she growls, turning her head away from mine defiantly, so I reach around her head, grip her nape, and force her to look back at me.
“Let us not forget that right now, you belong to me. I get to call you whatever I like,” I remind her. It appears I’m going to have to use the time I have, not just for my own benefit, but to save this girl from herself.
“I don’tbelongto anyone,” she scowls. Deciding I’m going to prove her wrong, I slam my lips over hers and kiss her. Engulfing her mouth with my tongue and holding her firm against me so she can’t get away. I expect resistance, but it doesn't come; instead, she growls into my mouth, grips my hair, and kisses me back twice as hard. I waste no more time, ripping the ribbon on the back of her corset open as I back her ass up to hit the edge of the pool table. Sliding my hand under her dress, I fist the fabric as I raise it up her thigh, and when I hook my fingers into her panties, she smiles.
“This doesn’t mean I like you, Ravenshaw,” she warns, spreading her legs to allow me better access, and when I slide two of my fingers into her already-soaked pussy, she lets out a loud gasp that tells me that could easily change. She rolls herhips against my hand, soaking my fingers more and more with each stroke I give her, but it isn’t enough.
I have to taste her.
I drop to my knees, scrunch the fabric up around her midriff, and drag the panties off her hips so I can kiss between her legs. I’m going to prove that I own her there too, and it doesn't take long for her to realise it. Her thighs tremble, her fingers claw at my scalp, and I feast on her pussy like a starved animal until she spills all over my tongue.
Sliding back up her body, I start unbuckling my trousers. All her attention is fixed between my legs; her eyes are wild and hungry even though she just came all over my tongue, and when I take out my cock and pull it through my fist, she blinks and swallows thickly.
“It appears you really do have it all.” She laughs, but her expression soon changes when I wrap my cum-drenched fingers around her throat again. I’ve never fucked a girl without going in protected, but that's not how heirs are made. I’m going to prove to this girl that she belongs to me. I'll prove it to everyone by fucking my cum as deep into her cervix as I can get it. I want her so full of my seed that not even the birth control she might be on could protect her.
