Stolen Dove: Stolen Hearts Series by Blake, Carina (ebook reader 7 inch txt) 📕

I grab him by the collar and snarl. “She’s mine.” He nods and backs off. I’m not in my home country, or I’d just put a bullet in his head and move along.

I rush her back to my suite. I had no intentions of fucking anyone, but now that she’s got me fucking for money, and learning that if I don’t take what I paid for that someone will snatch her away, changes my intentions. I’m going to make sure I get my fill of her before I leave.

She looks so nervous, but that’s not my problem. She shouldn’t have looked at me with those “fuck me” eyes, and she sure as fuck did. I didn’t miss the way she unconsciously licked her lips when she first spotted me. The thought of someone else buying her sets my teeth on edge so intensely that it forced my hand.

She wants to talk, but I can’t stop the need to mark my motherfucking territory. The second that bastard offered for her, I was filled with blood-red fury. She’s mine, and I’m going to make sure of it. “I said strip.” I’m forceful with her because she’s willing to sell her pussy for money. If we’d met anywhere else, I might have taken this slower, but those sons of bitches downstairs aren’t going to swoop in and take her from me.

She grips the zipper on her side and pulls, biting on her bottom lip as she struggles with the damn thing. Either she was a professional liar, or she has truly never done something like this. It better be the latter or I’ll destroy all those who came before me. She may be a virgin, but she could have done everything else. I have to tamp down that insanely jealous attitude. Walking up to her, I grab the front of it and tear it straight down the center. She gasps, and her perfectly perky tits bounce free. Her light pink nipples on display tighten and harden with the feel of my stare. My sweet little virgin is turned on, which is really fucking good.

She’s so damn sexy that my cock jerks in my slacks, but despite the delicious sight before me, the fact that she doesn’t have a bra on hasn’t gone unnoticed. “If you ever walk out without a bra on again, you won’t be able to sit for a month. Do you hear me?” A fierce sense of possessiveness colors my voice. Her eyes flash with desire but then calm instantly, as if she’s fighting the attraction.

“Um…I’m not yours for more than the night.”

I try hard not to laugh. I didn’t know the exact rules for this exchange ring, but I know that one night with her will never be enough. I don’t care what anyone says. “Who the fuck told you that bullshit?” I growl. Even the notion that she could leave sends a wave of emotions through me that I can’t process.

“My father,” she whispers, blushing a pretty pink that goes down to her throat.

As sexy as she is, my need gets a cold chill when she mentions who her fucking handler is. I break out in a chuckle because I’ve never been so damn disgusted than I am right now. Her sick father sold her off to the highest bidder. Me. I’m the sick fuck who bought her.

“Well, I own you. Do you think I’d pay that much for virgin pussy? Pussy’s pussy.” I know that’s not true because looking at her, I see more than just a way to get my rocks off; I have plans for her that include so much more than a one-night stand.

“Then why buy my virginity? I’m sure it’s going to be terrible.” I chuckle because she sounds like she’s trying to talk me out of it, but that’s the furthest thing from my mind. Terrible? Not likely. I’m already throbbing and ready to blow my load.

“I need an heir, and a little innocent thing like you would be perfect. You are a virgin, aren’t you?” I question. I’m almost positive that she is, but I must hear it from her lips.

“Of course,” she exclaims, crossing her arms in a huff under her breasts, pushing those magnificent tits up. My mouth waters as I picture sucking on them until she’s marked up and coming apart for me, but I have questions that I need answered. I’m not sure why they matter, but they do.

“I know your pussy has never been touched, but what about these?” My finger twirls around her nipple, stiffening the tiny pale pink nub instantly. She only replies with a shake of her head that just won’t do. I pinch her other nipple, sending her gaze to meet mine. “When I ask you a question, I want you to answer it out loud. Has anyone played with your tits?”

“No.” I give them each a light caress for good measure. Later, I’ll feast on them, but for now, I commence my interrogation.

Grabbing her wrist, I turn her palm up and bring it to my cock. “Have you touched another man’s cock?” I don’t even know how I got the words past my lips but I did, quickly removing her hand from my meat before I embarrass myself.

“No.”

Lifting my hand to her lips, I brush my thumb over the bottom one. It’s soft and plump, making me want to taste her. “What about these lips? Have you kissed another man?”

“No.” Wow, I’ve got a lot to teach my little Dove. She created a monster and doesn’t even know it.

“Good. Now, I’m going to give you your first lesson.” I cup her cheek, drop my head and taste her lips. It’s light at first, and then I slip one hand through her hair, gripping the back of her neck while my other hand skims down her backside, squeezing her firm ass. Fuck, the feel, the taste of her lips goes straight to my balls. I’m harder than I’ve ever