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  “Oh, Theo.” Her hands clench the bedsheets, holding onto them for dear life.

  “That’s right. Say my name and come for me,” I grunt into her pussy, eating her up. I flick her clit with my tongue and pump two fingers inside, sending her hips rolling as she comes on my face.

  “You’re so fucking tight. I’m trying to be gentle. I promised not to hurt you,” I whisper, kissing my way up her body. Reluctantly, I pull my fingers from her and wrap my hands around her waist, lifting her to the middle of the bed. For our first time, I want her to feel treasured. Later, I’ll fuck her like the beast inside of me demands.

  I part her legs with my knees, settling my large frame above her tiny, innocent body. Staring down at her, I watch her tense up as I push only the head inside her folds. “Relax, baby.” I bend down and steal a kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans, and her body eases up for me. I continue to ravish her mouth, then slide lower to skim my lips over her tender pulse. She cranes her neck to the side, letting me lick her flesh as I plunge in inch by inch. My tip grazes her barrier, and I lose all control, thrusting forward.

  My eyes meet hers, and I see the pain etched on her face. “I’m sorry, my sweet Phoebe.”

  “You’re so big.”

  “Yes, but you’ll get used to it. I won’t move until you tell me so.” Fuck. I’m doing my best to hold off on coming, but even now, her tight walls are squeezing some cum out of me. The thought of her unprotected womb already greedy for my seed makes my balls rise up, ready to nut.

  “You can move, Theo.”

  “Thank fuck.” I bend my head and kiss her softly. “Thank you, Phoebe.” I pull out slightly, taking my time as I slide back in. Our pace stays slow, and it’s killing me not to let go, but I want her with me. This isn’t just my show. I want her to come all over my dick.

  “Baby, do you think you can come for me again? I want to feel your tight pussy cream all over my cock.” Her walls flutter, squeezing me. “You like when I talk dirty to you, baby? Do you want me to tell you all of the fantasies I’ve had about you these past weeks?”

  “Please.”

  “I thought of all the places I’d fuck you in. There’s no room in this house where I haven’t pictured you on my cock. Riding it, sucking it in every damn way I can envision. Fuck, I want you sprawled across our kitchen island as I feast on your pussy and then as you come, I’ll thrust my cock deep inside your pussy and empty every damn drop of cum I have until you’re pregnant with my kid.”

  “Oh, Theo,” she moans, her tiny feet wrapping around my back with her heels digging into the top of my ass. “More, faster.” Her core clenches and her mouth finds mine, kissing me frantically as her body quakes with a hard release. Nearly blacking out, I roar and fill her womb with my cum.

  My body falls onto hers, but I keep most of my weight off of her. Her hands hold on to my back, pressing me harder into her body. She grazes her lips to my ear and whispers, “I’ve had my own fantasies of you.” My dick stiffens all over again. Shit.

  Chapter Nine

  Phoebe

  “Yes, yes,” I cry out, waking to Theo between my legs. How could I have ever thought he wasn’t interested in fucking me? For the past week, his head, hands, and cock have dominated me in every room in his home.

  “Good girl,” he murmurs, crawling up the bed and sliding inside of me. His large cock is hard to get used to, but my body welcomes him after a couple of thrusts.

  “I’ve missed you, my sweet Phoebe.” His mouth takes mine. I love when he kisses me after he makes me come. It’s as if he wants to show me how much he loves to taste me. I’m quick to come again, and he fills me up with every drop he has to give. Secretly, I hope I’m already carrying his baby. It’s crazy, but I’ve fallen madly in love with him. Since he thought I was leaving him, he’s taken a couple of days off to spend with me. Little by little, I’ve coaxed some of his past out of him. It’s hard to get him to talk about himself. All he wants is to talk about me.

  He pulls out and wraps me up in his arms.

  “Where did you go?” I whisper. Oh shit. I sound like a jealous woman.

  “I had a meeting,” he answers without a hint of hesitation.

  “This early?” I question, letting my fears get ahead of me.

  “Baby, it’s noon. You slept all morning.”

  I can’t believe that. I try to pull out of his arms, but he tugs me back to his chest. “Oh, hell. What’s Griselda going to think?”

  He spins me around so my back is on the bed and he’s leaning over me. “That you’ve been thoroughly worn out and that your pretty ass needs rest. Besides, she took the morning off.”

  “Oh, with Diego?”

  His face darkens, then relaxes for a minute. “Yes. You know about them?”

  “I’ve seen them in action. He growls and snarls just like you.”

  “What can I say? You bring out the beast in me. And you know how I don’t like you talking about another guy,” he growls, nipping at my bottom lip and sliding down to my breasts. His scuff grazes them, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core, which flutters like I didn’t just cream all over his cock a minute ago.

  “Oh, please.” I roll my eyes. “You're ridiculous. You mentioned Griselda, and I learned not to get mad.”

  “Fine, but no talking about men in our bed.”

  “You win. Now let me up. I need a shower and some food.” He helps me up off the bed, stealing a kiss first. As I make my way to the bathroom, I poke the bear. “You can’t starve your captive. It’s not good.”

  “Keep talking like that, and I’ll feed you something.”

  I shrug one shoulder up, twisting my head to stare back at him, “Promises, promises.”

  ***

  He has another meeting and will be back before dinner, so I go into the kitchen to help Griselda prepare the meal and walk in on more than I should. Diego has Griselda pinned to the wall while they kiss and grind on each other.

  “I guess I’ll just make dinner. Griselda, you can have the night off.”

  “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry, Phoebe.”

  “No problem. Have fun.” I wink, and Diego says, “You’re a sweetheart.” He flips Griselda over his shoulder and storms out of the kitchen through the back exit. I giggle and clean the kitchen counter off, just in case. Now to make a special meal for my man.

  I hear him pull up and come into the house two hours later, but I stay quiet and finish up the last chapter of my book. When he doesn’t find me, he goes on a hunt, shouting from room to room.

  “Theo, I’m in the kitchen,” I call out from my perch leaning over the island.

  He pushes the door open, and I see relief and anger cross his face. “Shit. You scared the fuck out of me.”

  “Why? Did you think I ditched you?” The sex scene I read hasn’t got shit on the way Theo looks right now. His eyes are dark and his jaw taut. My pussy clenches as I see his messed-up hair. He does that when he’s anxious.

  “Yeah.”

  “I thought you said the security is tight around here.”

  “They are…never mind.” I can see something’s on his mind, but I don’t push it. He’s worried about me leaving. I’m not sure if it’s because he likes his plaything, or if it’s much more than that.

  “I’ve made dinner.”

  “Where’s Griselda?”

  “With Diego.”

  “And he’s supposed to be here protecting you.”

  “Um... I sent them out earlier.”

  “Why would you do that?”

  “Because he was about to hump her in the kitchen if I didn’t walk in, and this is our spot.”

  “Damn right. I don’t know what I’m going to do about those two.” He slips off his suit jacket and sets it on the stool.

  “Is there something to do?” I question. I thought he said she was just someone he thought needed a hand.

  “Not really, but I’m sure he doesn’t want her slaving away for us all day.”

  I smile at that. Okay, I get it. I know Theo has no intention of letting me work out of the house unless it’s as his assistant or a job that’s close to his office. “Well, I can cook, you know?”

  “I can smell it, but I don’t want you cooking all day either.”

  “I need something to do between being on my back,” I toss out. Most days, I’m pretty bored. If it wasn’t for Griselda, I’d have no one to talk to. Diego speaks here and there, but it’s mostly grunts and growls, which are always directed at her. She likes to find ways to work him up. It’s cute as hell and reminds me of Theo. Hell, he’s hardly ever out of my thoughts. I love the fool, or maybe I’m the fool.

  He comes from around the island, sliding his hands around my waist and tugging me into his arms, kissing my forehead. “Soon, baby. I promise. Now, let me know what you need help with.” Just as he says that, the timer goes off.

  “Well, it’s done. You can set out the plates.”

  “Let me take that out of the oven.” He stops me and slides me out of the way, grabbing the oven mitts and pulling out the tenderloin and roasted veggies. “Wow. This looks and smells amazing. Hell, I’m going to have to rethink this keeping you out of the kitchen.” Damn. There is something sexy about a man with his sleeves rolled up over his forearms and helping in the kitchen.

  “Baby, stop looking at me like that or dinner’s going to be really cold.”

  “I’m sorry. You’re just so handsome.”

  “Thanks, love.” I spin around and grab glasses for our drinks to hide my flushed face. My heart’s pounding with that endearment. I get ahold of myself, and we manage to make it through dinner.

  “Thank you, Phoebe. The food was amazing.”

  “You’re welcome. Let me clean up.”

  “I’ll help.” He takes the plates, emptying the excess, and sticks them in the sink. I rinse and set them in the dishwasher.

  Once I press the start button, I clap my hands and say, “That’s the quickest cleanup I’ve ever had.”

  “We make one hell of a team, my love.” He throws his arms around my waist and pulls me into his hold. One hand comes up to cup my face as he lowers his head. The sound of his phone going off disrupts our moment. With a sigh, he begrudgingly pulls away and answers it.

  “Excuse me. I have to take this.” He kisses my temple and leaves the kitchen. I whip out my tablet from the drawer and delve into another romance book.

  ***

  “What are you reading?” he asks, catching me off guard.

  I set the tablet face down on the island. “Just a random book,” I stammer.

  He tosses me a grin, stealing the tablet from the counter. “Is it about a pussy-eating kidnapper who satisfies his captive until she agrees to spend her life with him?”

  “Why would she have to when he’s already got her locked up?” I challenge, aching to get my ass spanked.

  He closes the distance and lifts me up onto the counter. His hand caresses my face, bringing my eyes up to his. “Because he craves more…so much more.”

  “Well, this book doesn’t have it, but there’s another book with that theme,” I suggest, smirking and arching my brow, my expression full of intent.

  “Hmm…let’s make our own story,” he commands, crushing his mouth to mine.

  Chapter Ten

  Theo

  My hands run through my hair. This is the third meeting I’ve had with the fire chief. This time, he and a detective from the Naperville police department were at my home. The news today only makes it worse. “I’m sorry to break it to you, Mr. Christakos, but Mr. Minks was spotted at the gas station filling gas containers just before the fire broke out.” I learned about it last night, but I didn’t want to tell Phoebe about it because she was so happy. “We apprehended him this morning. He’s claiming that you kidnapped his daughter.”

  “I didn’t kidnap Phoebe. She’s my fiancée,” I argue. It’s not exactly the truth, but that’s not their business.

  “Fiancée?” The fire chief’s brows raise questioningly.

  “Yes. We met by chance, and I asked her to be my wife.” Technically, I didn’t ask. I ate her pussy until she told me what I wanted to hear. Then she came hard on my tongue, and I slid the ring on her finger, but that story isn’t meant for everyone’s ears.

  “Can we speak to her? It’s not that I don’t believe you, but I must answer all inquiries of this magnitude.”

  “Yes.” I step out of the room and call for my housekeeper who happened to be passing by.

  “Is there something you need, sir?” she asks, taking a stack of towels to the first-floor bathroom. We don’t usually put them in there, but I like to fuck Phoebe everywhere, so we use that shower as well.

  “I’m looking for Phoebe.”

  “Um. I will get her.”

  “Thank you. Tell her the detectives are here.”

  Three minutes later, Phoebe knocks on the open door. “Come here, love.”

  She looks a bit skittish, but I’m the one who could go to jail if she says I did abduct her.

  “Hello, Ms. Minks. I’m Detective Marshall with the Naperville Police Department, and this is Fire Chief Morris from the Springfield Police Department.”

  “Hello. How can I help you?” She’s bubbly, and as much as that works in my favor, it makes me want to pop them in the mouth for smiling back at her.

  “It seems your father is making some accusations against Mr. Christakos.”

  She rolls her eyes and waves one hand dismissively. “Whatever he says, it’s a lie. The man has lied to me since the day he showed up on my doorstep. The only thing he didn’t lie about was that he was the sperm donor that brought me into this world.”

  “So the alleged kidnapping isn’t true?” Chief Morris asks.

  With her brows knitted, her lips pursed, and her head tilted, she inquires, “Who did the sperm donor kidnap?” She acts so completely and intentionally confused that I have to hold back a laugh. She’s perfect. I love this woman with everything in me. Wow. I love her. I suppose I always did, but until this moment, I had no idea what that meant.

  “Your father claims you were abducted by Mr. Christakos.”

  “The douche nozzle is just mad that he didn’t get to use me as a bargaining tool with Theo. We’re happily in love. I’m looking forward to marrying Theo. In fact, I’ve hinted that we should go to Vegas to get it over and done with, but with all this fire business, I have to wait.” She never said anything about Vegas. I’d have flown us both out that night.

  “Thank you, Ms. Minks. Good luck. We shouldn’t have to speak to you again on this matter, but if your father’s charged with a crime, we may need your testimony.”

  “Fantastic. Let me know when and if you need me,” she adds with a pleasant grin.

  “Gentlemen, if you’ll excuse us, I need to speak with my fiancée.”

  “Great. If you could show us the way out...”

  I hit my intercom and ask my men to meet them at the door and lead them to their vehicles. Once everyone leaves my office, I grab Phoebe, toss her over my shoulder, and rush up to our bedroom. I need her right now, and then I need to get us to Vegas.

  ***

  It’s morning and a perfect day for a Vegas wedding. I have Phoebe selecting a gown along with Griselda, who is going to be her maid of honor while Diego acts as my best man. With no family left in America and no friends besides Diego, I don’t have anyone to invite. It works for us, and in twenty minutes, Phoebe will be forever mine. My security stands outside Phoebe’s door waiting for her because I’m not allowed to see her, and I sure as fuck am not going to leave her unprotected.

  I pace back and forth, waiting for my future. The clock ticks by so slowly that I wonder if time has just stopped. “Theo, relax. Griselda just sent me a text.”

  “Well, what the fuck does it say?”

  “She needs two more minutes.”

  “It’s time to get started,” the director says. We follow him to the altar, and then he points to the wedding assistant who hits the music. Seconds later, the doors open, and Griselda comes in first in a pretty dress that Phoebe picked out, but I don’t care about that. All I can think about is seeing Phoebe. My darling bride comes into the chapel with a long white ball gown hugging her breasts and then flowing below that. She’s smiling as she makes her way to me, and I can barely contain my need to run to her side. The aisle is short, and I’m still freaking out about how long it’s taking.

  Once she reaches my side, I intertwine our fingers and lean over to whisper, “You’re so beautiful. Thank you for letting me steal you. I love you, Phoebe.”

  She blushes, squeezing my hand. “Thank you, Theo.”

  The ceremony takes forever and finally, the words I’ve longed to hear are uttered: I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride. Sliding my hand around her waist, I tilt my bride and kiss her until we’re both breathless.

  Chapter Eleven

  Phoebe

  I close my eyes and soak in the hot bubble bath my husband prepared for me. “My husband,” I sigh. People will say I’m crazy for marrying my abductor, but I don’t really give two fucks. I knew from the first moment I met him that I was safe in his arms. Besides, I don’t have any friends or family anyway.

  My father’s locked up, waiting to be arraigned for his crimes. Tomorrow is his hearing in front of a judge, but we aren’t going to be there. It’s best if Theo doesn’t see me cry. He’s a little crazy when I cry. His love and need to care for me makes me fall more in love with him every second of the day. It’s hard to say how we got to this point because it’s been a whirlwind romance. I feel like a princess.

  “Baby, I have some calls to make. Don’t go falling asleep on me. I won’t be too long.”

  “Too bad you won’t join me in here.”

  “I want to take care of you, sweetheart. If I keep fucking you, I’ll break your pretty little pussy. I promise by tomorrow, I’ll have you screaming my name over and over again.”

  “Fine, fine. Go now. You’re wasting my bubbles.” I wave him off, shooing him from the bathroom. Closing my eyes, I relax and let the peace of this place wash over me. This tub is the most luxurious one I’ve ever seen. Theo has a large bathtub, but this one has all the frills.