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November 5 - November 5, 2023
“No one is allowed to speak to you that way.” His gaze cuts to me quickly before returning to the road. The leather steering wheel groans beneath his grip. “If someone does, you’re to tell me.”
“Stop fucking keeping shit from me,” I say, and grab hold of the back door, “and maybe next time you can join me.” Then I slam the door in his face.
"Yes," I say, "I'll obey you." "Good girl." He spins me around. "Now get on your knees."
He shoves his cock in, catching me off guard. There’s no time to think about it now. He pumps into me and I exhale roughly through my nose. He’s hard as a rock, filling my mouth. I flatten my tongue, trying to find room for him as the head of his cock throbs in the back of my throat. Taking a length of my hair, winding it around his fist, he pulls my head back and his cock out. “Breathe,” he says and I gasp for air as tears well in my eyes. “Good girl.” Then he shoves back in, pumps harder as he groans above me.
The Second Residence, as it’s called, was added to the property in 1941 when Locke House took in several widows who lost their husbands to WWII. My maternal great-grandmother was one of those women.
“If you hurt her,” Bran says, his voice low and even, “I will destroy everything you’ve ever touched.”
“That the thought of him taking you away from me makes me want to murder things.”
There’s a piece of thick, folded paper inside. I pull it out and unfurl it, my fingers rubbing over the embossed symbol of a notary stamp on the bottom. It’s a deed to a house. The address listed is Bran’s house. And the owner? Is me.
“Grilled cheeses are the best. When the cheese gets all gooey and the bread crusty and—” Something occurs to me. “Hold on. Is that why you call me mouse?” He glances at me over his shoulder. “I’m shocked it took you so long.” “Honestly, I am too.”
“I will never”—I hear the familiar rasp of a zipper—“feel another pussy wrapped around my cock for as long as you live. I swear it on my life.”
“I will always be a little sadistic and you will always be breakable and so devastatingly beautiful it makes me ache.”
“I was turned too young to know what it means to love with a mortal heart, but if I had to guess, this must be pretty fucking close.”
"I'm not afraid that you'll hurt me," I correct. "If I use the safe word, I know you'll listen and I'm not worried about what comes after. I don't think you're going anywhere and I'm not either. I have faith in you. I trust you. And you have to trust me when I say I know what I want. So stop telling me I should be terrified of you and stop telling me I should be afraid of how I feel or how you feel or what we—"
"I will never leave your side. Feel safe in using your safe word should you need it." He smirks and tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear. "I can control myself, even around that tight little ass."
"I am your knight," he goes on. "Your protector. I'll even be your vampire boyfriend if it pleases you. And while I don't think you fully understand what you've gotten yourself into, I am yours, in all of my bloody glory."
