Free Web NovelChapter 12: Marriage certificate
Henry stayed buried deep inside her for a long moment, his cock still twitching with the last pulses of his release. Abigail’s body trembled beneath him, utterly spent, her thighs sticky with their combined fluids.
Without a word, he pulled out slowly, drawing a soft whimper from her at the empty feeling. Then, with surprising gentleness for such a ruthless man, he scooped her up into his arms as if she weighed nothing. Abigail instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her head resting against his chest as he carried her across the massive bedroom.
"Where... are we going?" she mumbled, still dazed.
"Cleaning you up, Kitten. You’re a mess."
He pushed open a door and stepped into an enormous bathroom that screamed luxury. Black marble floors and walls, gold fixtures, a massive walk-in shower with multiple rain heads, and a deep jacuzzi tub already glowing with soft ambient lighting. Floor-to-ceiling mirrors reflected their bodies from every angle. This was no ordinary place — this was one of his private houses, one of the many properties the ruthless Henry controlled like a shadow king.
Abigail’s eyes widened as reality slowly sank in. The panther-themed bedroom, the sheer size and opulence... they weren’t in some random safe house. This was one of his territories.
He set her down on the cool marble counter, then turned on the shower. Steam quickly filled the air as hot water cascaded down. Henry revealed that smirk that always made her stomach tighten.
He stripped off his shirt, revealing a powerfully built torso marked with old scars, then stepped out of his pants. His cock was already half-hard again.
"Come here," he ordered, pulling her off the counter and into the shower with him.
The hot water hit her skin like a caress. Henry pressed her back against the cool marble wall, his body caging hers under the spray. His hands roamed possessively, soaping her breasts, sliding down her waist, then between her legs. He washed her thoroughly, but his touch quickly turned from cleaning to teasing.
Abigail gasped as two thick fingers slipped back inside her still-sensitive pussy, curling lazily while his thumb circled her clit.
"Henry... wait—" she breathed, even as her hips rolled against his hand.
He chuckled lowly, nipping at her wet neck. "You think I’m done with you? After how beautifully you came for me?" frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
He spun her around, pressing her front against the marble. The contrast of cold stone on her breasts and hot water running down her back made her moan. Henry kicked her legs apart, gripped her hips, and thrust into her from behind in one smooth, deep stroke.
"Fuck—" Abigail cried out, her voice echoing off the tiles.
He fucked her hard under the shower, one hand fisting her wet hair, the other gripping her ass as he pounded into her. The wet slapping sounds were even louder now, mixed with the rush of water.
"Tell me what’s on your mind, Kitten," he growled against her ear, slowing his thrusts into deep, grinding rolls that made her toes curl. "I can feel you thinking too much."
Abigail moaned, biting her lip as pleasure clouded her thoughts. "My parents... I just reunited with them. They care about me now. What am I supposed to tell them?" Her voice broke into a whimper as he hit that perfect spot again. "That I spent the night getting fucked by you?"
Henry laughed darkly, spanking her wet ass before driving deeper. "Tell them you were safe. Protected. Even if it means lying through your teeth." He reached around to rub her clit again, his cock stretching her relentlessly. "Or maybe you like the idea of them knowing their precious daughter is mine now."
Abigail shook her head, but her body betrayed her, pushing back onto him, chasing every thrust. The thought of her parents, the worry, the guilt... it all mixed with the overwhelming pleasure, making everything feel more intense.
Henry pulled her upright, her back against his chest, one arm banded across her breasts while he continued fucking her. His other hand worked her clit faster.
"Come again for me," he demanded, voice rough. "Let me feel this pussy squeeze me while you think about all the lies you’ll have to tell."
Abigail shattered hard, moaning loudly as her orgasm crashed over her. Her walls clamped down around him, milking his cock. Henry groaned, thrusting a few more times before he pulled out and spilled across her lower back and ass, his release washed away quickly by the hot water.
They stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily under the spray. Henry turned her gently, tilting her chin up so she met his eyes.
"You’re staying here tonight," he said, leaving no room for argument. "Your parents can wait until morning. Right now... you’re exactly where you belong."
Abigail leaned against him, exhausted, conflicted, and still tingling with aftershocks. She didn’t know what she was going to say to her family... but with Henry’s hands still possessively stroking her body, thinking straight felt impossible.
....
The first thing Abigail felt was a deep, rhythmic pressure between her thighs.
A low, involuntary moan slipped from her lips as she slowly woke, her body rocking gently with each thrust. Her eyes fluttered open in confusion. She was fully sober, the drug’s effects had worn off completely, yet her legs were spread wide, her red nightgown pushed up to her waist, and Henry was buried deep inside her, sliding in and out with urgent, demanding strokes.
He was already dressed in a crisp black shirt and trousers, but he still wore the sleek golden mask. The sight of it sent a chill down her spine even as pleasure sparked through her core.
"Henry!" she gasped, her hands instinctively pressing against his chest. "What are you...ohh.. ahh!"
He didn’t slow down. His hips snapped forward harder, driving his thick cock deeper into her slick heat. One of his gloved hands gripped her thigh, holding her open as he fucked her with focused intensity, like a man running out of time.
"You feel even better in the morning," he growled behind the mask, voice low and rough. His thrusts were precise and urgent, the wet sounds of their bodies filling the luxurious bedroom.
Abigail’s back arched, a mix of shock and unwanted pleasure making her moan again. She was sore from the night before, yet her body was responding, growing wetter with every deep stroke. She hated how good it felt. She hated him.
"I need to be somewhere important," he said flatly, still thrusting steadily. No tenderness. No affection. Just that raw possession. "Can’t leave without taking what’s mine first."
He leaned down, masked face hovering above hers as he drove into her faster, chasing his release. Abigail bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the sounds escaping her, but it was useless. Within moments, her walls clenched around him as a sharp, unexpected orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, trembling beneath him.
Henry gave a few more hard thrusts, then buried himself to the hilt and came with a low grunt, filling her with hot pulses. He stayed inside her for only a few seconds before pulling out abruptly.
Without another word, he stood up and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
Abigail looked at him tiredly. She would be thinking how she got herself in this situation later, but how is he coping with wearing that mask always? she she has never seen him without his mask!
Few minutes later, he came with his usual expression, chilly, distant, like the ruthless man the world feared.
He buttoned his shirt, slipped on his watch, and glanced at her one last time as she lay there breathless, flushed, and leaking his release onto the silk sheets.
"The marriage contract is on the table," he said coldly, nodding toward the glass table near the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Sign it."
Then he turned and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Abigail alone in the massive panther-themed room, heart racing and mind spinning.
