“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” he says, but he doesn't stop me as I wrap my hand around his cock and place it against my entrance. The head of his cock slips inside of me. Fenton’s fingers grip me tighter.
“What?” I drop my hips back down, taking another inch of him into me. There is a small burn but nothing compared to the ache to be filled by him. “I’m only trying to make you feel good.”
“Sole,” he warns. I love when he calls me that.
“Please,” I huff. His cock jerks inside of me. He’s getting off on me pouting. “Put your smell back on me.”
He thrusts all the way inside of me. I gasp, my nails digging into him. “I’m going to spank your ass again for that.”
“Yes.” I moan. “I want it all.”
“Then that’s what you’ll have,” he says as he starts to move in and out of me, all that control of his shattering away as he gives me what I asked for.
My moans fill the shower as he puts his mark on me once again. When he finally pulls me out of the shower and back into the bed, he gives me that spanking. Fenton doesn't stop until I beg him to. And I only beg because I’m not sure my body could handle another orgasm.
Even when I do find sleep, he’s there in my dreams, claiming me again. Fenton wasn’t joking when he said he wanted to own me. I think he already does.
When I come to, no light comes from the windows. The lamp on the nightstand is on with a note from Fenton saying he’ll be back shortly. That he had to check on things. I know that doesn't leave me much time.
I have to get out of here. It’s now or never.
6
FENTON
“Awedding tomorrow?” Grant cocks his head at me.
“As early as possible.” I can’t stop smiling. I look like a dope, but I couldn’t give a shit. I’m in love.
“She’s agreed to marry you?” Amelia sits on Grant’s lap as he strokes her back. “Seriously?”
“Of course.”
“How did this play out?” She sounds suspicious.
“We were in the shower, and we were … well, you know I was—”
“Skip that part.” Grant glowers.
“Well, I asked her to marry me, and she said okay.”
Amelia frowns. “Just ‘okay’?”
“That’s the same as yes.” I look to Grant for confirmation.
He shrugs. “I mean, it’s not a ‘no.’”
“Exactly.” I clap my hands hard. “This is it! She’s the one.”
Something tickles my ankle, and I look down to find a kitten climbing my leg.
“That’s Granger. Isn’t he cute?” Amelia motions for me to pick him up.
I do and hold him in front of me, staring into his eyes. “I’m not great with pets.”
“You don’t have to be.” Amelia gets up and comes over to me. “And it doesn’t matter now anyway. You’ve been chosen.”
“Chosen?”