White by Aria Cole Read Free Book Online

glass, as if she were tracing the outline of the tree. “Do you ever swim in that lake?” she asked sweetly.  
    “No, but I have a boat, I’ll take you out sometime,” I offered, stepping closer to her, hovering just above her so I could take her in, scent her, feel the energy bouncing from her body to mine. She spun and looked up at me, her big eyes round and innocent, making my dick pound with every ragged breath of my body.  
    “Can you take me upstairs? I didn’t want to rummage around in the closets or drawers, and this dress isn’t exactly comfortable,” she said simply, and my heart instantly cracked. Because that was the heart of it, wasn’t it? At the end of the day, she was still a stranger in my house, and would probably always feel like she was because of the means by which I’d brought her here. I’d bought her, outright and without an ounce of shame on my part. She couldn’t grow to care for me. This was a job to her, a means to an end. I instantly regretted signing her up for this two-year stint. I should have offered her a trial period, sixty days or ninety, but I was so desperate to have her in my life that I didn’t think about anything other than having her here and away from the nightmare she called a life.  
    She'd only shown me the tip of the iceberg, I could tell there was so much more she couldn't bring herself to say just yet. However, she'd been victimized, it made me homicidal. I wanted to find every man who ever looked at her and rip them apart. The mere thought that any man had leered at her flesh made me see red. I could feel my blood boil, the anger looming over me. She was mine and I let that happen. I wasn’t able to protect her. Now she was here, and I had two years to show her that she belonged to me. I wanted so much from her, and nothing was enough until she knew she was mine. I wanted more.  
    I was twenty-eight, and I wanted someone to share this life with. Someone who mattered to me and someone I mattered to. Every woman I’d met before, whether on my own or on a blind date, I’d never felt that connection. I’d never been able to shake the feeling that there was something else out there for me. I had always been a man with a purpose. I didn’t like to waste time on tasks that I knew would lead me nowhere, women were no exception. I would be patient and wait, I knew one day she would be here and I would be complete.  
    With her, everything was different. I was different, and she was the one I’d been waiting for. I felt the need increase in the depths of my cock. I wanted to fuck her until she couldn't remember anything but my name. I wanted my cum all over her, I wanted her to know that she was my queen and I owned her. Biding my days until the time was right, watching with astounding interest until she was ready for me. Until she was mine.
    “Sure,” I finally answered, feeling more than a little defeated. Just when I thought she’d been opening up, she was too tired. I’d pushed her too far and expected too much. I’d bring her back to her room and then head back down to my office and leave her alone, give her time to settle in, even if that took a few weeks. I would leave her be until she came to me and was comfortable to talk. “It’s late. I have an early morning, and I’m sure you need some sleep.” I spun and left my office, hoping she was trailing after me. She did follow me, up the stairway and through the hall to her bedroom. We stepped into the dim space, lit only by the bright moonlight filtering in one window.  
    I flicked on a soft lamp, then headed for the spacious walk-in closet off the bathroom. I opened a drawer and found an array of panties and bras laid out, all in the perfect size, all in variations of my favorite colors, white, red and black. Lace, satin, and cotton, undergarments for every occasion.  
    “Socks and shoes here,” I muttered, thinking I needed to get through this mini tour. Just the thought of her in those skimpy