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“Me too, baby. I want to spend my life loving my beautiful baby girl.” He kisses my temple and I linger in his naked kisses for long moments before it’s time for our tutoring session to end.

His ring on my finger, Ronan gets dressed. Before leaving, he says, “Let’s keep the engagement a secret for now. I’ll talk to your father once your exams are over.”

I nod. I don’t even need Dad’s approval. In my heart, I already belong to Ronan.

He kisses me goodbye, and leaves and I watch him disappear into his car from my bedroom window. As he drives away, I imagine being in that car next to him as his wife.

My heart feels so full and happy.

CHAPTER 7

RONAN

Iapply for my hundredth job in one week, eager to find something. After I proposed to Elsie, I knew that I wanted to give my baby girl the best life possible, and for that, I needed a job that paid well while giving me enough time to spend with my future wife. I watch her sitting quietly in her room through the cameras, mesmerized by her lovely face as she knits her blonde eyebrows together, focusing on a math problem. Her blue eyes gaze around, not knowing that I’m watching her.

Her math exam is three days away and I’ve been tutoring her almost every day. However, we don’t get to do anything naughty since her parents are always in the house. We’re keeping the engagement a secret until I get a job but when I come to her room, Elsie always wears her ring and I hold her hand while we study together. Of course, most of our time is spent kissing and making out, but she’s been studying hard so that she can make me proud. Elsie will graduate in a few weeks and I can’t wait to make her my wife and be with her after that.

Going through my e-mails, I notice that a new one has popped up. Eagerly, I click it to find that one of the companies I applied for has invited me for an interview. Joy rushes through me, knowing that I’m one step closer to making Elsie my wife.I immediately fill the details out and schedule the interview for next week. Just as I slump back on the chair, I notice that Elsie disappears from the screen.

I take a sip of water and fill in more job applications. Before I know it, it’s time for lunch. I stand up and stretch, looking forward to grabbing lunch when I hear voices outside my door. The doorbell rings and I walk out of my room to get to the main door. When I open it, my eyes widen.

“Hi.” Elsie stands in front of me, wearing a blue crop top and shorts. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail. She smells of sugar and candy and looks good enough to eat. I grab her waist and pull her in, kissing her lips before she can say anything more. Our bodies mold together naturally, her soft tits pressing against my hard chest as she wraps her legs around my waist and gives in to my kiss. I taste her soft, sweet lips, sucking on them like I need them to live. I see her every day, and it’s like this every time. I can’t live without her anymore. It was stupid to think I could ever breed her and let her go. She’s my greatest obsession.

When I release her lips, coming up for air, she gazes into my eyes, her baby blues darkening with lust. “I got bored studying. I thought I’d spend some time with my fiancé instead.” She raises her finger, showing me her ring. My cock hardens with possessiveness, loving the sight of my future wife wearing my ring.

“Mmmm…you’re always welcome here, baby.” I kiss her lips, carrying her to my room with her legs still around my waist. I push her down on the bed and climb over her, my cock hardening at the sight of my beautiful fiancee. He clings to me, letting me push my hands under her top and knead her breasts through her bra. “God, you’re like a drug. I’m always dying for another hit of you.” I push her top up and suckle her nipples through the fabric of her bra. She moans in my arms, her hipsgrinding on my erection eagerly. Just as I grab at her waistband, my stomach emits a loud groan.

Elsie stops, her lips curving into a smile. I continue suckling her nipples, but she tugs at my shoulder. “You’re hungry.”

“I’m hungry for you,” I push her bra cups down and take one bare nipple between my mouth. She whimpers as I suckle her tip, squeezing her ass through her shorts. But when my stomach growls again, the moment is broken. “Damn.”

She smiles at me. “Go get lunch,” she says. “I can wait. I don’t want my future husband starving to death.”

Elsie is so sweet. I want her so bad right now, but I know I’ve been starving since morning and need to eat. “I’m sorry,” I say, kissing her lips lightly. “I’ve been busy applying for jobs all morning. I’ll go get some food. Do you want anything?”

“Some ice cream,” she says. “I need something sweet to revive me.”

I kiss her collarbone before climbing off her. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

She nods, watching me grab a hoodie and put it on. She lies there on my bed, pulling her bra up over her glistening nipples that carry my scent. She adjusts her top as I leave the room, watching her every step of the way.

I make a quick run down the street, grabbing some Mexican along with the ice cream Elsie requested. Hurriedly jogging back to my girl, I realize it’s been over fifteen minutes. There was a line at the ice cream place, but I couldn’t disappoint Elsie, could I? I unlock the front door with my key, carrying bags of food, a big smile on my face. Once I eat my lunch, I’m going to fuck Elsie all afternoon until she’s rejuvenated and sore.

But as soon as I open my bedroom door, I sense a shift in the air.

Elsie sits on my chair, scrolling my laptop, which I left open. Instantly, fear hits me.

“Elsie....” She turns and there’s hurt in her eyes. My eyes move to the image on the screen and my blood freezes. It’s a live video of Elsie’s room. One of the maids is cleaning it and she can see everything in clear detail. Next to the small window is a video player with a sex tape of me eating Elsie’s pussy, the one I filmed the first time I made her come. She watches the sex tape roll on, every moan and whisper clear.

“What is this, Ronan?” There’s distrust in her eyes, and I hate it. “Why do you have a video of us…making you…and why can you see everything that’s going on in my house?”

My fist clenches, realizing it’s time I told her the truth. I place the food bags on my bed and take a step toward her, but she suddenly stands up, backing off an inch. My heart drops at how scared she’s of me.

“Elsie, baby, listen to me. It’s not what you think.”

“You’ve been stalking me.” She licks her lips. “For how long? Are there other videos of us having sex?” Panic echoes through her skull, and I know she’s thinking of the worst-case scenarios. I rake a hand through my hair. “Answer me, Ronan.”

“Yes. There are other videos of us. Of you touching yourself in your room.” I exhale sharply.

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