Obsessed Heir (Billionaire Heirs #4)

Chapter 29

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Barron

I didn’t believe her. Right up to the point where I brought her up to wrap her legs around my waist, I still didn’t think this woman could be a virgin. How is this possible? Are all the guys back home complete idiots?

I am the help, remember.

Those blasted words echo in my head. If I had any sense, I would set her down and discover what else she had planned when she came here. Instead, I steady her limp body and take her into my bedroom.

She stirs, but I tighten my hold to keep her in place. Her slight weight is far from being any kind of burden. No, she’s more like precious cargo I need to handle with the utmost care.

I push open the door with my shoulder as I go by and head straight for the bed. Maneuvering around, I set her down on the mattress, her on her back, me braced on my elbows above her. My semi-erect cock is still held in her warm grip.

Good God. Although she was drenched, I had trouble sinking into her tight channel. And I wanted that, to be sheathed inside her, more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.

The dim light filtering out from my bedroom barely reached far enough for me to see her face clearly. She looked at me with accusation in her eyes. Why wouldn’t she? I hurt her in a way no other man ever has or ever will again.

I grasp the reality of what I’ve taken. Not just her innocence but possibly her future hopes and dreams. I came inside her, something I’ve never done with another woman. While I’m aware of the potential consequences, I have no desire to leave her delicious little cunt.

She runs her tongue across her plump bottom lip in a slow, tantalizing move. She was biting into it so hard I’m surprised she didn’t draw blood. Her inner muscles tense. It’s something minor, but I can feel her response immediately. Is it that she likes that I’m focused on her mouth?

As I lean closer, her scent fills my senses.

Her breath catches.

I stop inches away to study her face.

She shifts her hips restlessly, as if she can’t stay still any longer. Her movements are tentative, as if she’s trying to figure out what sensations each adjustment will produce.

I press her more firmly into the bed, keeping her pinned beneath me. It’s enough to bring me to a full, throbbing erection in record time. I’m buried to the hilt, her pussy squeezing me in such a scorching grip, I can barely form a coherent thought.

I brace myself, pulling almost all the way out then sliding back into her incredible heat with relative ease. I watch her reaction, fully conscious that she could be hurting after I took her virginity so abruptly.

Much to my surprise, Abigail tightens her legs. She arches, pressing her breasts against my chest, the hard tips sending an unexpected jolt of pleasure through me.

I pick up the pace, fueled by the blood rushing hotly through my veins. Every thrust into her welcoming heat feels like coming home. It’s something I’ve never longed for, until this moment.

How the fuck can she be so incredibly tight yet so perfectly made for me?

Abigail shatters with a wordless cry, holding on to me as if I’m her lifeline. Like I’m the only one who can keep her safe. I ride the wave of her release, thrusting hard and deep, reaching the inevitable edge much too soon.

Her walls clench around me as I fill her sweet virgin pussy for the second time, even knowing the possible consequences.

Regardless of what brought us here, she’s not the meek, biddable creature I expected when I paid her con artist of a father to own her.