His by Law

Dark Intent

I nodded slowly. Unable to do anything else.

Not without putting myself in a position to be in an even worse situation.

I swallowed hard.

He leaned back up and his gaze roved my face.

I felt like I was already naked to his eyes, the way he looked at me.

“Ssh.” He reminded and his slim brown hand slid down my flat belly and over my pelvis to the next of my s*x and lower.

I shifted nervously but he shook his head. Stilling me.

His fingers slipped down to slide along my crease. Massaging the lips apart in a way that had my mouth opening on a slight moan of pleasure.

“That’s a good sound.” He whispered. “I’d like to hear more.”

And he slowly angled his hand differently.

For a moment I tried to figure out what he was doing then I felt the press of his fingertip sliding between my lips and drawing tiny circles as it eased upward.

Startled I clenched and he gave me an amused look.

“Relax, Belle.”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“I’ve done it many times before.” He chuckled. “And they never mentioned it hurting.”

For some reason, that response made me frown.

“Relax.” He directed.

I blew a long breath and tried to ease my body. Jumping slightly as I felt the smooth gliding of his finger further inside me.

“Bodin!” I breathed raggedly in panic. My throat arching as something tightened through me. Already soaking his hand and making deep behind my belly tighten. Gripping his digit.

Once I felt his knuckles pressing the outer entrance, he dragged his hand back out. Pressing it back in so quickly that I drew a quick indrawn breath.

His palm still pressed my shoulder into the bed, and he began slipping his finger in and out of me faster. Twirling it as it entered me fully to rub on something delicious that sent tendrils of pleasure wrapping through me.

A wild moan escaped me, and his hand lifted from my shoulder to gently cover my mouth.

I gave him a panicked look.

“You don’t want someone coming in and seeing us, do you?”

I shook my head.

“Then you have to be quiet.” He whispered to the back of his hand still lightly covering the bottom half of my mouth.

“Now it’s going to feel a little different.”

I gave him a questioning look.

“That felt good, didn’t it?”

I bit my lip under his hand and my eyes fell.

“Come now, Belle. Be truthful. You know it did.”

I met his gaze. Unwilling to admit the truth but not denying it either.

“I want to offer you a better taste.”

I didn’t know what that meant but there was an ache building inside me that didn’t seem inclined to be denied. I nodded slightly.

His hand moving with my chin.

He plucked at his breeches a moment and then I felt something pressing against my entrance again.

Thicker.

And feeling almost softer but harder at the same time.

It slid smoothly inside me, but my back

bent reflexively as everything inside me stretched to fit him.

He moaned in pleasure. “You feel good, Belle. I knew you would. You fit me like a glove. Your body perfectly suited to swallow mine.”

“What?”

“I’m inside you, Belle.” He explained flatly. “I can feel you.”

I knew that was bad. I could see both his hands now and knew we were connected at the pelvis. And I understood enough of mating to know that this act was what defiled ladies.

This act is the one that makes men have to marry damaged goods.

I was now his damaged goods.

There was slight pain as he pressed in further and something inside me gave.

I yelped slightly beneath his hand.

“Be quiet now, Belle. I’m going to feel you.”

He slid his hand away and slowly his shoulders eased forward, and I felt him stab inside me. Though it didn’t hurt it was a strange intrusion I wasn’t accustomed to.

His teeth gritted and his head dropped as

he paused.

I watched him in confusion.

Slowly his hips began working into mine. Forward and back. Dragging the weight of him inside me back out then piercing back in.

He was panting raggedly and eventually dropped to his elbows over me. To ride more deeply into me. Feeling my body beneath his. His hands holding my shoulders in place so he could stretch further into me without me sliding along the bed.

He was going so fast now the bed was bumping the wall slightly.

Those strange strings of warmth were climbing through me again. I felt myself beginning to flex around him. Inside me gripping him like a fist massaging his c**k. Tightening around him with each long stroke.

He was pumping faster, and I felt icy fingers slide up my back before my body super-heated then I felt myself explode in a way that made me draw my knees up along his sides.

Pinching him between them.

My hands shot up to grip his shoulders as I knew I should be begging him to stop but it felt so foreign, so forbidden…

I bit my lip as my hips rose up to meet his thrust. Forcing him to embed deep into me

and bump something which stung.

I yelped slightly but it was too late. My breasts jutted beneath my dress. The crests hardening to tiny rocks. My hips rocking into him spasmically. The muscles in my thighs quaking so hard that even my calves shook.

I rode the wild waves of pleasure until my body collapsed flat back to the bed.

“There.” Bodin slid out of me.

Making me yelp in objection and lurch upward. My body still trying to hold him as he escaped.

He knelt between my calves and cinched the laces back up on his breeches. Tossing my skirt down. “All well and done. What more do you have to fear now?”

“What?” I blinked at him in shock.

“Here.” He gestured to the gray coverlet which was now bloodied beneath me. “Let up and I’ll remove it for you.”

No one would know what happened if he took it away. I tossed him a thankful look.

“I’ll have the maid bring you another one.”

I nodded in shock. Adjusting my skirts as I slumped back to the edge of the bed. So,

confused I wasn’t sure what’d just happened.

Bodin slid out the door and observed his

brother leaning next to the wall. “Did you hear it.”

“Every bit of it.” James shuddered. “You included.”

Bodin shrugged. Unravelling the blanket thoughtfully.

“Did you get it?” James peered around the backside to view the blood stain on the front. “No denying you now. Though it didn’t sound as though she’d fight being your wife as much as you say. Not from what I just heard in there.”

“She will.” Bodin gave his brother a decisive look. “It’s not her idea. So, she’ll fight me tooth and nail.”

“But?”

“But I have everything I need to ensure she’s well and duly trapped.” He gestured to James. “A witness…”

He began carefully wrapping the coverlet again. “And the evidence. She’s not going anywhere.”

“You’re really serious about this?” James peered at him.

“I won’t let Randall have her.”

“He is a sick bastard.”

Bodin’s face darkened at that comment. Thinking those words didn’t cover the half of

what Randall Demetrius really was.

“Besides.” Bodin said slowly. “She’s mine, James. She just doesn’t know it yet.”