Stolen Dove: Stolen Hearts Series by Blake, Carina (novels in english .txt) 📗

my cock forward in one motion, tearing the thin membrane, making her officially mine. The feeling of pride is short-lived when I see the tears in her eyes. A part of me returns to being human for just a moment.

“The pain will pass, baby.” My mouth closes on hers, kissing her until she relaxes. It feels too fucking good to continue, so I break our kiss before I nut. “Better?” I ask, reaching between us to cup her tit, squeezing her nipple.

“Yes,” she answers. I pull out and then push slowly back in, hitting her cervix. The thought of splashing that fucker with my jizz and creating our family causes me to drill her pussy faster and faster. Her big tits bounce, dragging my focus to them. I can’t take my eyes off of them, so I bend and suck one into my mouth, grunting and moaning while she roles her hips up, taking me deeper into her, stretching the fuck out of her little hole.

“You’re so fucking sexy, little Dove,” I whisper, licking her supple flesh.

“Victor,” she moans.

“I’m going to fill your little pussy with my seed.” I bite down, causing her to cry out and clench around my shaft. “Fuck. Take it all, Dove.”

“Fill me up, Victor.” She clings to me and arches her chest in my face.

I come hard into her depths.

I collapse onto her, using my elbows on the mattress to hold off my weight. Staring down at her, she blushes, and I have to take those plump, swollen lips. “Was that okay?”

“It was…” Incredible, indescribable. My phone rings, giving me an out before I confess my sudden addiction, so I pull out of her and go to grab it, walking into the bathroom so she doesn’t hear the conversation.

It’s Avanti. “What’s up?”

“I need to have a word with you. It’s important. I only need a minute of your time.”

“Fine. It better be quick.” He wants to meet downstairs, which means I need to leave her briefly. I’m flooded with indecision. I slip on my clothes and say, “Don’t leave this room. I’ll be back soon.”

“What—are you trying to score a double-virgin night?” I refuse to dignify that with an answer because I feel guilty as fuck for what just happened.

“Behave. Shower and get back in bed.” I leave the room, regretting it immediately. Leaving her alone bothers me, but what can I do? It’s not like I can take her with me, especially since I shredded her clothes. After my meeting, I’ll make it up to my future wife. I text one of my men and tell him to be at my door. He meets me on the stairwell. “Don’t leave this door until I return. Under no circumstances is she allowed to leave. If anyone comes up here, send them on their way. Am I clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. And don’t fucking touch her.” The thought of someone putting their hands on her makes me livid.

When I arrive at Avanti’s office, he has a shit-eating grin on his face. “So you found some little morsel palatable after all?” I should have expected it, considering my vehemence and their lack of respect.

“Did you have something to impart, or are you wasting my time?”

“I saw that you bought the lovely Dove Falcone. I thought her father was nuts to put her up for so much, but it seemed you swooped in and stole her from another buyer.” He can’t stop smiling, and it makes me want to put a bullet in his head.

“Again. Do you have something important to say?” I ask with a hiss. With every second he wastes of mine, I get closer to pulling out my gun.

“No. The money has been received, and I’m certain from your rumpled clothes that you’ve made good work of that body of hers.”

“Enough. Do not talk about her like a whore, or it’ll be the last thing you do.”

“Whoa.” He holds his hands up as if he’s really intimidated by me. “Relax. You know the money’s only for the night.”

“Yeah, well, that’s good because I wouldn’t give these fuckers another dollar of my money. I’m going to take what I want. She’s old enough to leave, and that’s what we’re doing.”

“What about our business?”

“I’ll be in touch.” He stands up and we shake on it. I have to get to her before they try to take her from me. Leaving his office, I maintain my control but I take out my phone and message my driver to be prepared. The party’s still going on, but the groupings are smaller. I avoid all of them and dash up to the guest room.

“She has not left,” Marcelino says.

“Good.” I open the door to find her in one of my dress shirts that goes just to the bottom of her ass, lying down on the bed, curled into a ball.

“Little Dove,” I call out and wait for a response, but I don’t get one. Seeing that she’s asleep, I prepare to leave. I call the woman who does the gifts for my mother. She answers, even though it’s only early morning there. “I need a full wardrobe and all the feminine necessities delivered to my estate before evening.”

“Que tamaño, Señor Serrano?”

I pick up the torn dress and panties. “A size six with ample breast room, and the panties are a five in American sizes.”

“Very well. I will get started.”

“Good.”

I hang up and check on Dove, who’s still fast asleep and looking sexy as fuck. I don’t want her to put up a fight as I take her back on my private jet, so the longer she stays asleep, the better.

“Are we ready?” Fernando and the men are getting everything done so I can get out of here as fast as humanly possible.

“Yes, everything is ready.” I scoop her up in my arms and carry her down to the SUV, carrying her away from the entrance to the party hall. I don’t want to run into her father, or I might