My thirst for blood has not been remotely satisfied.
Hunger for violence pumps in my veins, rage chokes and turns my knuckles white on the steering wheel. They touched my angel. They grabbed her. Every ti I rember what I witnessed, wrath screams inside my skull again and the cycle starts anew.
When I walked into the party, I could not find Georgina. Already I’d hit a dead end at the orientation hall and was about to return ho in my borrowed car, thinking Georgina must be headed back, until I overhead so young n discussing the party. My skin prickled, and I never deny an instinct. Georgina is curious. If given the chance, she would appease that nature.
I saw those boys putting chemicals in a drink and was resolving to teach them a lesson, when I found out the drink was for my wife.
My teeth bare themselves at the road and I can’t keep my ear – piercing bellow inside. Georgina flinches in the passenger seat and curls in on herself, whimpering softly, tears wetting her cheeks. There’s nothing I can do about seeing to her comfort yet. She will never know the panic and rage that burned alive when hands — hands that weren’t mine — touched her skin. In a way that was ant to be harmful. My worst fucking nightmare co to life.
From the corner of my eye, I watch Georgina swipe at her tears, and my chest seizes. “How did you drive without your car?”
“You say that with irritation. As if you’re not glad I ca.”
“No. I just needed to ask you sothing to test if you’re speaking to .” My righteous anger weakens sowhat in the face of such sweetness. “Of course I’m glad you ca, Aleksei. You rescued .” She blows out a breath. “You were right all along to keep inside where it’s safe. So was my father. I don’t know anything about the world. I was...I was stupid to think it would be easy. Or that I could do it alone.”
At this point, she’s making it very difficult to be mad. I still plan to murder the boys who laid hands on my wife — no one will miss them — but that is now a separate concern. Georgina is my main one. And I’ve never heard her sound defeated in the entire ti I’ve known her.
“Oh, I don’t know...” I cut her a glance and try to sound casual. “You got the drop on Aleksei, no? You stole my car and drove two hours before I ever knew you were gone. That should not be disregarded so easily.”
“So what? None of it matters now.”
I watch in growing dismay as she rolls down the passenger side window and throws the stack of white envelopes out onto the road. “What are you doing?” I’m already pulling over the car onto the shoulder, watching in the rearview as the papers dance on the road. “For the last fifty miles, you have been so enamored with those envelopes, I was beginning to get jealous, Georgina. Now you throw them away?”
“I thought if I could show you how responsible I can be...and how much I want to go to school, you would reconsider. But you’re not going to let go back.” She turns away, as if I can’t see her face in the passenger window she just rolled up. More tears. They eat at , every single one. “They don’t an anything now.”
I could lose her — right here and now, I realize. Oh, she’ll co ho and be my wife. She’ll eat als with , sleep by my side, moan while I fuck her, resu her daily swims in a new pool. After the fight, my decision to compromise on college seed like a thing of the past. But she just threw a piece of herself out the window. And I can’t let her do that, no matter how difficult it is for . I love her far too much. She has accepted my demanding nature, and it is only fair that I attempt to accept she needs to spread her wings.
Already on the way to retrieve her, I’d decided she must attend college. To refuse her sothing she wants so terribly would be a cri. It would dim her happiness. Which would, in turn, dim my entire reason for living.
“Georgina, look at .” I reach over and brush her cheek with my thumb. “Please.”
She turns luminous green eyes on , making my tongue feel thick. “What?”
I take a deep breath and force my need for control to loosen. “There is a safe, gated community near the school. On the drive to et you, I needed a distraction from my panic, so I made so inquiries with an agent.” Her lips pop open as I continue. “During the week, we will live in an apartnt off campus. On the weekend, we will return ho.” I nod once. “You will go to school, angel. I’m sorry I said no in the first place. We should have...discussed it. Do you forgive ?”
“Forgive...you?” she breathes, twisting toward in the seat. “This isn’t a joke? Even after what happened...you really an it, Aleksei?”
“Da. As long as you’re patient and let escort you to class until I know you’re safe — and no more fucking frat parties — then, yes. I an it. I want you to be happy.”
Sothing lts in her eyes, her bottom shifting in the seat. I’m beginning to recognize this look. The angel wants my cock planted between her thighs. “Thank you, Aleksei,” she breathes, a different kind of tears painting those green irises. “I love you so much right now. I’m not even going to make you call my father.”
“It is already done.”
She straightens. “And?”
Darkness twists in my stomach. I’m not going to ruin this mont of progress between us by recapping that troubling conversation. “He has made his peace with us.”
My intelligent wife nods solemnly, as if she understands I’m leaving out the important parts, before transferring her attention to the rearview mirror. I do the sa. Then we both climb out of the car to collect her college papers. On the way down the shoulder, she reaches over and twines her fingers with mine.
When I rub my thumb across her knuckles, I notice a slight wince and rember. “In my anger, I forgot about that right cross you delivered.” Pride swims in my chest. “Just as I taught you. I’m very impressed.”
“Thank you. It felt really good.” A car flies past, the breeze lifting her hair against her smiling mouth. “You know, my birthday is coming up soon. I wouldn’t mind a pair of those brass knuckles.”
My instinct is to say nyet, she will not need to protect herself again as long as I’m walking the earth. But instead I say, “We will discuss.”
For the next few minutes, we gather the envelopes and papers that have co loose. As we head back toward the car with stacks in our hands, Georgina can’t seem to stop peeking over at through her eyelashes. And I realize I must be doing the sa, since I’m catching her every ti. Her dress billows in the wind around her thighs and ass, sending my blood south, preparing my cock for sex. She notices the jut of my flesh behind my zipper and bites her lip, throwing more sway into her hips as we walk. Asking for it, she is. There is no doubt in my mind as she bends forward to place her stack in the backseat and remains there far too long, giving a good, long look at the tight swell of her cheeks.
Heat grips my loins and I groan, tossing my envelopes into the backseat, too. I take the hem of her dress in my hands and lift it, leaving it bunched at the small of her back. The perfection I reveal leads to a vile curse, my hands yanking that ass back against my lap. Humping it with firm bucks of my lower body. “We will not make it ho without cumming inside you, Georgina.”
“I know,” she pants, circling her bottom on my throbbing dick. “I need you.”
Except for the occasional vehicle passing, we are alone on the road, so I waste no ti drawing Georgina out of the car, shutting the door, and turning her around to face . I’m preparing to kiss her sulky mouth, but she stops by framing my face in her hands.
“I always need you.” One of her legs wraps around my waist, so I grip her opposite knee and draw it high, as well. Then I take one rough lunge and pin her against the car door. With both of those thighs open around , I luxuriate in the heat of her cunt where it presses to my waiting cock. I’m desperate to rip the panties from her pussy and fuck her on the side of the road, but once again, she stops , her big green eyes lustful but serious on mine. “I was so scared, Aleksei.”
“Angel.” My heart squeezes painfully, my muscles stiffening with renewed rage. “It is very difficult for to hear this.”
“But when I felt fear, I realized it was the first ti in forever.” She leans in and drags her tongue along the seam of my lips, causing my hips to pump involuntarily. “I haven’t been scared a single day since you showed up. You’re my protector. My husband.” Maintaining eye contact, she drops her hands to her neckline, tugging it down to reveal her sweet, pink-tipped tits. “My Daddy.”
Lust, honor and possessiveness flood , snapping my small reserve of restraint in half. Suctioning my mouth to her right nipple and raking it with my teeth until she cries out, I reach beneath her dress and tear the panties that hide her pussy from . Moving on to her other delicious breast and devouring, I slide my middle finger down the crack of her ass, before continuing to her entrance, shoving my thick digit inside.
“Is this little fuck hole ever anything but drenched for Daddy?”
“No,” she whimpers, dropping her head back against the car. “It’s been like that since you moved in to my house. I was just waiting. Waiting.”
A growl lingers on my mouth as I give her cunt one final pump of my fingers, then move to free my cock. I capture her lips in a filthy, slippery kiss as I thrust deep, deep into my ho — my wife — and utter bliss spreads to every part of . “Those gas you played with Aleksei would have been over very quickly had I known.”
“Damn,” she breathes, arching her back. “Hindsight is twenty – twenty.”
Rembering the fantasy I’ve been starved to watch play out for years, I reverse our positions, wedging my back against the car and angling my hips. “Go on, Georgina.” I groan at the way she wiggles, adjusting to being seated on my cock. “Work those little hips and give Daddy a ride.”
A car approaches, but only Georgina’s face, plus my shoulders and head, are visible. So as the headlights flash over us and pass, she begins to fuck . Her mouth falls open on sexy wling noises, she grabs the collar of my shirt and bounces up and down, legs dangling on either side of . Like everything else she does, the reality blows the fantasy out of the water. Who could dream up such a beauty with wit and intelligence...who can also ride a man’s cock like she was born to do it? Not . But I’ve had the fortune to find her and make her mine.
Forever.
“How does that make your pussy feel?” I take one of her ass cheeks in my hand and grind her down on my dick, making sure to rub that sweet clit side to side on my wet girth. “My lap is where you sit for a very different reason now, isn’t it?”
“Yes. I – I love it.” Her thighs start to tremble, her fingers ripping at my shirt. “Oh, Daddy. Oh my God.”
I spin around once again, pressing her ass against the car and ramming my cock deep. Her scream, the intense clench of her pussy, summon my own climax, and I bite down on the side of her neck. Hard enough that she’ll wear it on the first day of classes, gentle enough to keep from breaking skin. And it seems to heighten her orgasm until she’s doing that thing that makes feel like a fucking animal. She struggles and whines, and all the while, the frantic movents drag her cunt up and down my cock, milking cum from deep inside .
Monts later, she is limp between my body and the car, her head lolling to one side. When I press a kiss to her cheek, her lips, she smiles up at drowsily. “Take ho?”
“Da,” I rasp, emotion clogging my throat thanks to her beauty. The fact that this incredible creature is my wife. With a full, pounding heart, I cradle her in my arms, carefully depositing her on the passenger seat. “Aleksei will always take you ho, angel.”
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