Christian

“Are you done yet?” I hear Jordan grumble from behind me. Varca’s groans are growing louder with each passing moment. I didn’t want his death to come fast, I wanted him to slowly bleed out, to feel his body growing cold. Slow and painful, those are the only two things that I need from him. He would not die quickly. Only men of dignity die in such a way, and a man of honor he was not.

“I’ll be sure to let you know whenever it is, that I think he’s had enough time to suffer,” I seethe at my brother, glaring. I look at him, then to Logan. Logan does nothing but gives me a slight nod, showing me that he approves of whatever it is that I decide.

“I don’t blame you for wanting him to suffer like this. If it was Brooklyn who was in Selena’s position I would make him suffer far worse than what you are doing to him. I’m going to leave, I have a son and fiancé waiting for me at home.” Logan walks towards me, putting his hand on my shoulder and squeezes, “I never thought that I would see this side of you. Jordan and I both thought that you would be the party boy bachelor until the day you died. I must say I’m pleasantly surprised that you’ve found someone that you love this much. I can’t wait to meet her. Set up a dinner, will you?”

“I’m not in love with Selena, yet,” I tell him, firmly.

“You only do things like this for the people you love,” Logan chuckles, as he pats my back and walks out of the building.

It takes me a moment to figure out what my brother has just said and how to process it, he is right. Maybe.

Maybe I do love her.

How silly is that? To love someone I hardly know? I’m sure it’s possible, though.

I wait for two hours and watch as the man slowly bleeds out, just as I think he will be taking his last breath, he surprises me and continues to draw air into his body. He has the will to live, I will give him that.

My cell phone starts vibrating in my breast pocket. I ignore it at first, letting it buzz and buzz until I feel it go still. Not even a minute later, it starts buzzing again, it’s now I decide to see who is calling me. Logan is at home with Brook and Emmett, Jordan is still here standing twenty feet across from me. It’s either a damn telemarketer or something is up.

As I pull my cell from my pocket I see my phone lighting up. The name that is plastered across my screen gives me the chills because when he calls, it means that something has happened.

“Reggie,” I answer.

“I drove by Selena’s to check in on dumb and dumber, only to find out that the fuckin’ idiots bolted. The police are here, Christian. If she knew me, I would go up and figure out what happened, but I am a stranger to her. I go up to her and say I work for you, she’ll spook.” I chuckle at Reggie’s assessment of Selena, hoping it will hide the worry I feel.

“You’re right. Stay in your car, I’m on my way over now. Do me a favor and text me with any information that you discover and find out why the fuck those two idiots weren’t where I pay them to be!” I snap, ending the call and sliding the phone back in my pocket.

“Trouble in paradise?” Jordan asks, I simply glare at him in response.

“Make sure this scumbag dies,” is the last thing that I say before I’m hustling out through the doors and driving to where my princess is.

Nobody fucks with my Cinderella. Nobody.

When I pull into Selena’s driveaway there are two patrol cars. One is next to her Kia and the other is parked on the street. Naturally, the men in uniform turn to look at me the moment I step outside of my car. I can’t say I blame them, and I can’t even blame them for giving me the disgusted look that comes across their face when they recognize who I am.

“Well, well. Look at what we have here,” the fat cop mutters, tapping his pen against his notepad. The other doesn’t make a move or utter a word. He must be a rookie from the looks of him.

“A knight in shining armor. Now, where’s my girl, officers?” I ask, looking at the shrubs which lead up to her front door. I look over her house, noticing how the shutters are all in place, seeing the glass on the windows are fine. It’s then that I notice her front door is mangled, and glass is missing.

“Your girl?” The younger of the two asks.

“Yes. The beautiful woman who lives here. She’s a spitfire, drop dead gorgeous. Sometimes she’s nice, depending on her mood,” I tell him, just as I see her come walking out of the doorway that leads into her house.

“I’m always nice, just not to you,” she hisses at me, then looks over at the officers as she walks towards the group of us. “I’m sorry about that. I had to get my little sisters to settle down, they’re a bit shaken up.”

“What happened?” I ask, staring at Selena but wanting an answer from the rookie. I knew he’d give it to me, and I was right.

“At approximately one o’ four this morning there was a disturbance at 15 Lakeview Drive. Miss Jacobson called 9-1-1 after reporting a loud crashing noise coming from the front of her home and hearing noises coming from the inside of her home. When we arrived, we noticed the front door was bashed in and wide open. As we searched the premises, we discovered that the assailants were gone, however, there is tremendous property damage and loss.”

“I was robbed by some punk kids, no big deal,” Selena mutters, wrapping her arms around herself. She looks up at her home, and I watch as she shakes. I know that isn’t from a damn chill.

“This doesn’t classify as no big deal, sweetheart,” I tell her, taking a few steps towards her until I can pull her against my chest. When I think she’s going to fight me, she doesn’t. Her arms wrap around my body as I rub her back soothingly, kicking myself for not making sure that experienced men weren’t watching her house tonight. If they were, those damn punks wouldn’t have shaken up my girl, or her family. “You’re going to be okay,” I whisper, brushing my lips against her forehead. “I can promise you that, you’re all going to be okay. You’re safe, you hear?”

I get a soft mumble coming from her.

“Officers, thank you for your service tonight. Is there anything else that needs to be done, or can you go?” I don’t ever mean to sound so rude, but somehow, I always manage to come across that way. It’s probably why I don’t have too many friends.

“No, we have everything we need. If we need anything else, we will follow up at a later time. You have a safe night,” the old man tells me, flipping his notebook shut as he and his partner walk to their patrol car. As soon as they get in, I see that the car on the side of the street leaves as well.

I raise my hand up in the air, signaling to Reggie, wherever he may be to get his ass out of his damn car and get over here. He’d be fucking insane if he thinks I’m gonna pick up my phone and give him direct orders when my arms need to be wrapped around Selena right now.

He walks up to us discreetly, I’m still rubbing Selena’s back when she pulls her face out of my chest and looks up at me. “Hey there, pretty girl,” I whisper. Her makeup is smeared, her cheeks are red, and you’d be able to tell straight away that she hasn’t had a good night.

“I hate that I like you!” she bawls, smacking her hand against my chest. “I shouldn’t like you at all, and I do! I freaking like you too much! You’re like…so annoying! You just won’t leave me alone, and you do this sweet shit sometimes, and I just can’t help but like how you keep popping up and can’t take a hint. You will never take a damn hint…” Tears pour out, and I shouldn’t be smiling right now, but it’s as if she’s given me the golden egg. She’s just admitted to me that she fucking likes me. Bingo. Jackpot. Hoo-Raa! I wipe her tears from her face and stare down at her, smiling like the domesticated bastard she’s turning me into.

“Christian,” Reggie coughs, causing Selena to jump in my arms.

“Relax, Cinderella. This is Reggie, he works for my family,” I tell her, then redirect my attention to Reggie. “I need you to call someone to fix her door, and I want good shit. Shit that people can’t get into, you got me? And I want an alarm system and all of the windows to be replaced too. Just change out everything and get this door fixed tonight.”

I hear Selena start to grumble, knowing I will hear her arguing with me in a moment, but she stops the second I look down at her. There are many battles I will let her win, but her safety is not one I will lose on.

I take her hand in my own, shuffling her through her front door and lead her up the stairwell. When we get to the top she has to take the lead, because hell if I know my way around her house like the back of my hand. She scurries off to a doorway, knocking softly. After a moment, I see a teenager open it slightly, and they both speak in hush whispers before she returns back to my side, leading me into her bedroom.

“The last time I was in here you weren’t the biggest fan,” I tell her, chuckling to myself as I shut and lock the bedroom door.

“Well, yeah. I’m still not your biggest fan.” I catch her soft smile out of the corner of my eye. She loves it that I’m here, and she’s too proud to admit it. I’m totally fine with that.

“I’d beg to differ, you love my persistence.” I follow her further into the bedroom until we’re at the foot of her bed. I snake my arm around her stomach and move closer, my chest brushing against her back. For the life of me, I can’t help but think of how badly I’ve wanted to touch her like this, of how badly I’ve wanted her this close to me every single night.

It’s now that I realize Logan was right. I am in love with Selena.

We may not have been together for long, but there is no denying our strong chemistry or the connection that draws us to each other. She fights and fights me, but tonight, I know we’ve turned a new leaf since she’s finally admitted what we both knew to be true. She likes me, and no matter how much she denies what we have, I will never give up on her. I will always fight for what she and I can be, until my last dying breath.

“Christian,” Selena murmurs softly, so quietly that I think I’m hearing things until she puts her hand over mine and turns around to face me, chest to chest. With each breath, I can feel her body rise and fall with my own, almost in perfect synchronization. “You know why I got so mad the other night?”

“No, baby, I don’t. Why don’t you tell me?” I urge her, brushing my hand along her cheek, taking a few strands of stray hair behind her ear.

“My entire life, all I’ve ever done is take care of the people around me. It didn’t matter if I was a kid or not, it’s what I had to do, and what you said what you did – that you wanted to take care of me, it made me angry because I’ve never been taken care of. I feel like I’m not supposed to be taken care of. Instead, I’m supposed to be taking care of everyone else all the time. But I’m…I’m not opposed to being taken care of, I just don’t want you to think that by throwing money at me it will fix everything.”

“Oh, baby. I know you hate to admit this, but me throwing money at you fixes most of your problems. You and I both know that. Just let me take care of you, I know that sending that money without telling you would piss you off, but I knew what was going on and that if I had asked you that you would have said no. I just want you to be happy, don’t you know that?”

“Yeah. I do.” Selena looks up to me, those blazing irises never moving from my own. There’s something different happening between us tonight, our chemistry is blazing, off the charts hot. All I want to do is run my tongue down her perfect body and make her scream out in pleasure over and over again. Right now, I’m thinking she wants that very same thing.

She runs her hands over my stomach, feeling my abs beneath the surface. Slowly she runs them over my chest until she’s at my shoulders gliding down my arms under my suit jacket until it hits the floor.

“I don’t know why you like me so much,” she admits, hands running over the buttons of my dress shirt, popping each one free slowly.

“What’s not to like?” I tell her.

“My attitude?” She retorts back swiftly, causing us both to break out into laughter.

“Your attitude is one of your many charms.”

“Mhm,” she murmurs, continuing to pop button after button free. Her hands shake as she does so. I don’t think, instinctively I take both of my hands and put them over hers. She’s terrified, like a rattled little dog. I’ll give it to her, she’s great at acting like she’s okay, even when she’s not.

“I know what you’re doing sweetheart, and we don’t have to. I don’t want to do anything until you’re ready.”

“We do. I want to. I want you to wipe away every bad memory that I have. I want to feel you Christian, and I’m not talking about in my heart. I want you inside me. I want to feel everything that you can give me. I want you so bad,” she mutters, voice getting stronger and stronger with each word that she speaks.

“We do this my way, got it? No rushing,” I tell her, searching her eyes for understanding and acknowledgment. She gives both to me right away, nodding.

Selena wraps her arms around my neck, tugging me down until she can press her lips against my own. I’ve waited so damn long for this, to taste her, to feel her lips against mine. There’s so much I want from her, so much that I’ll be sure to get. Nothing needs to be rushed, I have years upon years with this woman.

She moans softly, biting my bottom lip, she tugs me closer to her until my hard dick is pressing against her stomach. She pushes her body closer, knowingly teasing me. Part of me doesn’t want to take my time with her, but the other part of me knows that I have to, for her, I have to.

I slide my hands against her silk robe, pulling away at the tight knot in the front until she’s standing before me, clad in blue lace. Fuck, does she look good in blue! I can’t help it. I fucking growl at her, and the little minx smiles at me. Damn her, her and her fucking perfect body, those fucking perfect lips with that sassy little attitude.

Fuck.

She’s my damn dream woman.

Selena palms my cock underneath my dress pants, and I’m a fucking goner. She applies just the right amount of pressure. For as unexperienced as she is, she’s a professional at this shit. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

She giggles at the moan that comes out of my lips. Dropping to her knees, she tears open my buckle and shoves my pants and underwear down until her pouty lips are at the head of my cock, circling her tongue around the tip, collecting that glorious precum that she created.

I can hardly keep my balance as my vision sways with the pleasure she is giving me. This is unlike any other sexual encounter I have had, and not just because it’s like she has gone to school to know just how to get to me. It’s because this is my Cinderella, finally giving into me as her prince.

My hand goes instinctively for that beautiful head of hers, holding her firmly against my cock as I pump gently into her mouth. I don't want to scare her off or overwhelm her, but I just cannot help my need to be swallowed deeper into her.

My hand tangles in her dark locks, getting lost there as I shiver, daring to look down at what she is doing. Her eyes are up on mine in just a second, and I completely lose all want or need to hold back and enjoy this part of the night. My shaft begins to quiver, even as I try my best to hold it in as long as I can, but those eyes on me while her mouth is pleasuring me…it’s too much.

My body shakes as my cum begins to trickle and then explode into her mouth, and I can’t believe it, but she’s drinking it down, every last drop. It’s so hot that even after I am finished, I still stand at attention for her. I need more of her. I want to give her what she wants; to fill her up and erase the hurt and the violation that she’s had. I want to show her that this is what it is like to lose her virginity, to have that perfect time with the right man. Dammit, I will show Selena I am that right man.

I pull her up to my lips, pressing her body into mine. The alpha in me growls at the way she bites at my bottom lip and how I can feel the heat of her skin against me. I am again overcome with the will to take her, but I hold back so much that it hurts because I want this moment for her, the one that was stolen.

I slowly walk her over to the bed, and she lays down for me watching as my shirt comes off. I can’t help but smirk at her now obvious attraction to me. Selena has put up quite the fight to hide her feelings, and maybe it is better this way, waiting for this moment where it all comes out.

I dip down to kiss her lips again, savoring the flavor of her skin before I slowly slide her lacey bra and panties off, seeing that what is underneath is even better than how sexy she was in those. She was a perfect pink, her skin soft as I trail my fingers up and down, teasing her, getting her even more worked up for me. She tips her head back and arches her body up to my touch. She is liking this, and I can’t help but smirk.

I lay my body over hers, and I can feel an electricity pass between us. Not that I had any doubts before, but if I did, I would know now how we were meant to be together. She is mine.

My shaft slides up against her skin, and she whimpers. I look up to her and see the most beautiful pouted lips on planet Earth. My cock quivers at the look she is giving me, begging me with her eyes to know what it feels like to have me inside of her. I want to know that too. Oh, how bad I want to know that.

I place my head at the entrance to her center, already feeling how wet she is for me. It is so hard not to rush it as I push in a little, wanting this to be slow and as painless as I can make it. I want her to experience a newfound sense of pleasure. I want to be the man to give that to her.

Fuck. She is so wet and tight as I slide in a little more, trying to keep my cool. But I am sweating with the effort to not just plunge so deep so fast that I can’t think of anything else. I grunt and growl as I slide even deeper, and that is when she gasps, her eyes going wide. For a moment, I am afraid I have hurt her, but I can see now, that’s not it.

She suddenly grabs me, pulling me closer to her and wrapping her legs around me so that my shaft is so much deeper into her. Her eyes are closed, moaning as her nails dig into me. My body responds automatically, thrusting into her, slowly but deep, fighting through her tight, slippery flesh that is squeezing me so tight.

“Faster, please,” she begs me, and fuck me if I am not going to comply with what she wants. She is my wild Cinderella, and she gets what she wants from me.

So, I pick up the pace, the sounds of sexy as hell moans echoing through the room as I know I am hitting her g-spot with this. It makes me go harder, wanting to make sure I give her the best pleasure possible. The feel of her is the best I have ever had, and it is like a glove that is tailored to fit me perfectly, expanding just when I need her to.

My eyes roll back in my head as she calls my name and begins to shiver and shake underneath me. I know what is coming, and I slow down, making her savor it, making her wait until she has the biggest build of that orgasm. I can tell by the way her body tenses and her nails dig deeper that she is so close. Then, I feel it, that tight squeeze that makes me call to as well, being milked of more cum by this beautiful body below me.

Both of us turn to jelly afterward, our limbs completely relaxed with the euphoria of being with one another. I pull Selena into my arms and kiss the back of her head and her neck, up to her ear. “You are so damn perfect, Cinderella,” I tell her.