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  “Take the underwear off as well,” I rasped out. I didn’t realize how chocked up I got just from looking at her.

  Annabella unhooked her bra silently and let it hit the floor. Her breasts were perky and ripe, her dark pink nipples hard and erect. My mouth began to water. I was going to enjoy this more than anything I could imagine. Bending over, she slid her underwear off awkwardly, and I couldn’t help but wonder if her unpracticed skill was yet another act. When she straightened back up, I took in my fill of her pussy. Smooth and free of hair, I couldn’t wait to get inside her. It’s been a long while since my cock had been inside the warm sheath of a woman’s body, but something about this beauty standing in front of me has me aching like never before.

  I pulled my eyes away from between her legs as she turned to climb onto the bed. I let out a groan at the sight of her round ass. It was curvy like her hips and had that unbelievable sexy cup where her ass met her legs. An ass like that belongs in a goddamn shrine. I’d definitely be fucking her doggy-style tonight. And if we had time before she took off, I might even try and get inside her ass. I hadn’t done that with anyone from the agency before, but surely it’s on the menu?

  Climbing onto the bed, Annabella laid down in the middle. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I made quick work of my clothes. Pulling off my dress shirt and slacks, I threw them haphazardly behind me before walking over to the side of the bed and tugging my boxer briefs down. I could feel Annabella’s gaze on me and I knew she only saw my scars. They started from the right side of my face and continued down to my right arm and torso. I felt her gaze land on my dick.

  “Looks like the girls forgot to tell you about something else as well.”

  My cock is big. I know it is. I’ve scared away enough of them to know that not all women believe that “bigger is better”.

  “Please, Mr. Stone. I’m…I’m… I don’t have any experience, and you look so big and angry.”

  I smirked. If this was the role she wanted to assume tonight, I was more than willing to play along.

  “So you’re the innocent virgin and I’m the big, bad wolf who is here to take you, eh? Is that scene we’re acting out tonight? That’ll work well since I can’t wait to eat you up, my dear. And you can cut the ‘Mr. Stone’ shit. It makes me sound like my grandfather.”

  Climbing onto the bed, I made way between her legs, grabbing her ankles and jerking them apart roughly. I needed to see all of her.

  I never, ever went down on any of the women from the agency before. I felt that it was fair since I had never asked them to go down on me either. Usually, I just got in a quick fuck before they ran out of here as fast as they could.

  I do not like the touch of others. It’s been years since I’ve had a woman who was not of a paid professional, and I couldn’t remember when was the last time I had placed my mouth on a cunt. But this delicate beauty—this angel who was laid out before me—had the most perfect pussy I’d ever seen. I ran the tip of my index finger down her soft, puffy lips, which were covered in a thin sheen of shiny dew that made my mouth water. Her scent was intoxicating. She smelt like sweet peaches and cream and I couldn’t stop myself from breathing her in. I stretched out on the bed and shouldered my way between her long, shapely legs, my hard cock pressed into the mattress and I began rocking my hips as I lowered my nose to her delicious pussy.

  Taking a deep breath, I filled my lungs with her heady scent, feeling my eyes roll back in bliss. “Fuck. You smell good.” I felt her legs tensed as she tried to close them, but my wide shoulders forced her thighs to stay open for me. “Relax, Bella. I need this. I promise I’ll make it really good for you. But if I don’t bury my face in your sweet pussy right this second, I might just die.”

  The moment her slick petals touched my lips, I ate it like I stole it. I felt as though I couldn’t get in close enough or quick enough. Wrapping my arms under her firm ass, I pulled her hips down, closer to my mouth. I needed her entire pussy in my mouth and her sweet nectar covering my face. I licked, sucked, nuzzled, and devoured every inch of her. I had this overwhelming fear that she’s going to take my treat from me and so I did everything I could to attach her pussy to me.

  I heard her moans of pleasure as her hips tried to undulate to my chaotic rhythm. Feeling her run her fingers through my hair, I smiled, feeling her previous hesitancy being thrown out the window. Here was a woman driven by her pleasure and she was letting her body follow my lead.

  Her cries were growing louder and I held her tighter to my mouth. Focusing on her clit, I sucked it into my mouth, caressing and flicking my tongue across the little button several times before finally biting down onto it lightly.

  “Oh God!”

  That did the trick. Her orgasm seized through her body, and she tightened her thighs, pushing her pussy further onto my mouth as she let out a loud moan while tugging on my hair as she grinded out her pleasure against me.

  Leaving her sticky-sweet honey covering my face, I slid up her sinful body, prepared and ready to fuck the life out of her. The urge to kiss her was there but I knew it was a line I couldn’t cross. The girls from the agency have a strict “no lips to the face” rule, which I had to abide by. Instead, I lowered my body on top of Annabella’s, using my forearms to support most of my weight before leaning down to nip at her ear. I was consumed with the need to sink into her silky warmth as soon as possible, but I also craved the intimacy, the closeness. I wanted more. I could feel the energy pulsing between us like a beat of a drum. Reaching down, I nudged my cock against her entrance.

  “Be sure and shout Griffin next time, baby. As a matter of fact...feel free to scream it.”

  With that said, I slammed into her with every bit of strength I could muster up in me. In a split second, I was buried balls-deep in her tight warmth and I realized two things at once.

  One: She was a virgin.

  Two: I am so fucked.

  CHAPTER 3 *Annabella*

  Any lingering pleasure from my orgasm was wiped away the moment Mr. Stone rips through my flesh, forcing all eight inches of him into me, filling me to the brim. Unable to control myself, I leaned forward and bit down onto the flesh between his collarbone and neck while screaming out his name in pain.

  “Fuck!” he grunted. “I’m going to owe you one.”

  I bit down harder at his words, not knowing what he meant, causing him to let out a louder grunt. I could taste a hint of coppery blood on my tongue and felt tears streaming down my cheeks. He stiffened against me, drawing his hips back to thrust into me twice before coating my walls with his warm seed. Releasing his neck from between my teeth, I let my head dropped back down onto the bed, trying to come to terms with how all of this happened so quickly. Griffin’s body went completely lax, pushing me further into the bed. He was making it hard for me to breathe and I shifted around, trying to get out from under him. He tensed.

  “Trying to get away from me already?”

  I felt his cock growing hard once again inside me, causing a jolt of fear to shoot through my body. The throbbing ache between my legs had lessened but I didn’t think I could go for a second round.

  “Please, Mr. Stone,” I pleaded.

  “A fucking virgin. They sent me a goddamn angel virgin!” he cursed as he slid his semi-hard cock out of me, causing my inner walls clench at the loss of his big, hot girth. I needed space. Bringing my hands to his chest, I pushed as hard as I could, catching him off guard and he half fell off the bed. Taking that moment to put some distance between us, I moved off in the opposite direction, using the giant bed as a barrier between us.

  “Fuck you, Mr. Stone! You very well knew that I was a virgin; you even paid extra for that privilege. How dare you treat me like this?”

  “Like what? Like a common whore? Isn’t that what you are? Don’t pretend that a perfect woman like you would willingly be with a man who looks like me unless she was getting paid for it,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.

  Taking a step forward as if ab
out to move around the side of the bed, I mimicked Griffin’s movement to keep the distance between his anger and I. I could feel his cum slowly trickling down my thighs. Was this how he truly saw the mail order bride deal? That I was just a whore for him to use and enjoy? And to top it all off, it seemed like my looks just pisses him off.

  Darting my eyes around the room, I scanned for an escape route. I needed more space. Spying a bathroom to my left, I got ready to bolt. Pulling my eyes back to Griffin, I met his gaze and what I saw in his eyes cooled off some of my anger. While his words and actions were that of anger, his eyes told a whole different story. All I could see in his bright emerald eyes was pain. Pain was an easy emotion for me to spot; maybe it was because I saw it in Father’s eyes every day after Mother had passed away.

  While I could still feel anger simmering inside me, I didn’t want to make any decisions right now. I could take Logan up on his offer to grab my things and return to the city or maybe I could even get the agency to help find me another husband. But the flash of pain in Griffin’s eyes and his gruesome scars told me that there was more to this man than meets the eye, and for some unknown reason, I wanted to know what it was that he was so desperately hiding.

  Uncaring of my nudity, I placed my hands on my hips, trying to make myself seemed more confident than how I actually felt. “I think it’ll be best if you sleep in another room tonight, Mr. Stone. Maybe even the backyard. Do you have a doghouse back there? It seems fitting. If you’re going to act like a beast, then maybe you should sleep like one too.”

  “I’ll show you a beast.” He growled seconds before he lunged over the bed, making a grab for me. I was faster though, and I made it to the bathroom first. Slamming the door shut, I clicked the lock in place just before Griffin started banging on it, causing the frame to rattle.

  “Open the fucking door, Annabella, or I’ll knock it the fuck down,” he yelled, giving the door, what I believed to be, another hard punch.

  It was all so overwhelming, I felt suffocated. A sob escaped my lips and with that, the dam broke. The facade of my confidence had now completely disappeared. God, I didn’t want him to hear me break down. I didn’t want him to know that he had gotten to me. It felt like every suppressed emotion from over the past few weeks were rushing out all at once and I crumbled under the pressure. Sinking to the cold bathroom floor, I tried to muffle my sobs with my hands, which instead caused me to sob even harder. Griffin was trying to say something to me through the door, his voice now soft and soothing, but I couldn’t hear anything over my hitching breaths. I cried for all that I had lost, for the decisions I had to make, and most importantly, I cried because I had no one. No one to hold or comfort me while I cried.

  Alone once again.

  ~ ~ ~ ~

  Stirring, I slid my palm across the silky bed sheet, shifting slightly on the softest bed I had ever slept on. I had never felt this free or light in forever. I didn’t think I’d ever slept this well or deep before, I don’t really remember. Opening my eyes, memories from the day before came flashing into my mind, along with the throbbing pain between my legs. I didn’t recall leaving the bathroom last night. Someone must have carried me back out to the bed.

  Stumbling to the bathroom on wobbly legs, the throb between my legs decided to make itself more known. Looking down between my thighs, I could see the evidence of our coupling. No, the evidence of our fucking. I was fucked last night, and he even called me a whore a couple of times to remind me. Drawing a bath, I sank into the hot, soothing water, washing and scrubbing away at the blood and semen that was left on my body. This man confused me. One second, he was calling me a whore and the next, an angel. One thing was clear though, there was a lot more to Griffin than meets the eye and I had this overwhelming need to figure him out.

  I want this to work. I came to America to get married, make a family, have a husband, and maybe children as well. Could I tame this beast? If I could give him what he needs, then maybe he could give me what I need as well. He has to be lonely too. Why else would he use the agency? Some of the things he said to me last night made me believe that he found himself unlovable, undesirable. I was not ignorant of my own beauty but I never found it to be important. It could be, that with a soft hand and kindness, I could draw this man out. The man that was surely hidden beneath the beast. All I needed was a plan.

  Finishing up my bath, I found my clothes from the night before laid out on the couch in the bedroom. They seemed to have been cleaned and pressed to pristine condition, including my underwear. Dressing quickly, I headed downstairs in search of the kitchen. I marveled at the architecture of the mansion. It would probably take me all day to explore every single nook and cranny. Wandering down the hallway, I finally came across the kitchen. I’m not even sure if that was what it should be called. It was so huge that you could probably cook for a crowd of fifty in here.

  Opening up the fridge and taking a peek inside, it seemed like they really might be cooking for fifty. It was overflowing with food. Pulling out some eggs and bacon, I started breakfast. I’ve been cooking for my father for so many years that it came as second nature to me. Nothing took me away from my problems like cooking did. Making up two plates, I set them on the breakfast bar in hopes that Griffin would join me. If this man was going to be my husband, I had to try and get to know him better. No sooner had I taken my first bite did he come strolling into the kitchen with a scowl on his face.

  “Looks like you made yourself right at home,” he clipped, moving to the coffee pot to pour himself a mug.

  “Morning to you too, Mr. Stone. Would you be joining me for breakfast? I made you a plate,” I chirped in my sweetest voice. Maybe some of my sweetness would rub off on him.

  “I do not eat breakfast. Would you like me to call Logan for you?”

  I was not sure what he meant by that. Call Logan to take me away or call Logan to have breakfast? His pinched look and clenched jaw wasn’t much help either.

  “If you wish.” I flashed him a smile. “I’ll also take a cup of that coffee while you’re at it. Two sugars, no cream, please.” Before he could retort, I said a quick thank you before dropping my eyes back down to my plate. A thrill of excitement ran up my spine when I heard him start on my coffee, but it died quickly when he went ahead and called Logan up to the mansion after placing my coffee in front of me.

  Logan came strolling into the kitchen two minutes later. Logan’s a handsome man; I might even call him pretty. He was exactly how I pictured a typical American man to be; blond wavy hair, bright cerulean eyes, and completely relaxed. I couldn’t help but compare the two men standing in the kitchen. While Logan was a few inches shorter than Griffin, he was much leaner and toned. Griffin was broad and all consuming. There was no missing his dark, commanding aura when he was in the room. He’s the first man I’d ever been with, but when he loomed over my body last night, I felt like a caged animal that couldn’t escape him. I might have been terrified but I’d never felt more alive. Flashes of last night brought a blush onto my face and I wondered if anyone noticed. Looking back and forth between the two men, I found them staring at me. Logan smiled while Griffin scowled even harder, which I didn’t think was possible.

  Breaking the silence I asked, “Does everyone come running when Mr. Stone calls?”

  “Generally so. What is that wonderful smell?” Logan smirked.

  “I made breakfast. Feel free to sit next to me, you can have this plate if you like. You can keep me company while I eat. Mr. Stone isn’t much of a conversationalist.”

  Griffin slammed his coffee cup down on the table and I snapped head up to look at him. I was stunned to see the shattered remains of the cup. “Anna, stop with the goddamn Mr. Stone shit, and no, Logan will not be sitting next to you eating my goddamn breakfast.”

  Rolling my eyes, I caught Logan smothering his laughter and I couldn’t resist prodding the beast once more. “But I thought you don’t eat breakfast, Griffin? There’s no need to let it go to waste. You don�
�t like to share?”

  Stomping over to the breakfast bar, Griffin plopped down onto the chair next to me and began shoveling food into his mouth, cleaning his plate in record time. I’m amazed he didn’t choke. Pretending to take a sip of my coffee, I hid my grin behind the cup.

  “There. Are you happy now, woman? I ate your fucking breakfast.” I was actually quite happy but I think I’ll keep that tidbit to myself. Griffin didn’t seem to like that I was giving Logan my attention and it warmed my stomach. I couldn’t help but crave more of his possessiveness, and so I tried again.

  “Well, it looks like you enjoyed it, with how fast you ate. Logan, can I whip up something for—”

  Turning in his chair to face me, Griffin interrupted my question. “Logan has work. That’s what I pay him to do. And when I pay for something, I expect those people to do their jobs.”

  “On that note, Boss, I’ll be out back if you need me,” Logan said, half running from the room.

  I could see that we were back to that whore thing again. Maybe I had pushed him too far, or maybe I should push him even harder. I thought back to my conversation with the girls at the agency; they had told me about the things men like, and how sex usually turns them into docile little kittens. Well, he had sex last night and he doesn’t seem all that docile.

  “Isn’t sex supposed to make a man happy? Did you not get what you wanted last night? Did you not get your fill?” I questioned, trying to bait him a little more. A thrill of excitement rushed through me every time I gave him a tiny jab. Rising from my chair, I leaned over his shoulder, grabbing his plate while giving him a nice look down the front of my dress. If it’s a whore he wants, then it’s a whore he’ll get.

  Walking to the other side of the breakfast bar, I placed the dirty dishes in the sink. I felt the warmth of Griffin’s body as he stalked up to stand behind me, pressing into my back and pushing me up against the counter. I could feel his hard-on nudging against my ass through our clothes and my body began to respond to his close proximity.