A Wifey for the Bad Boy(16)

He moved toward Bella on the bed. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he said again.

They both sat there looking at each other, neither one of them knowing what to say. Bella was afraid for her life and Seff knew that. He wondered how scared she would be if she knew what he really was. His heart began to break when he realized that he was nothing more than a monster to her.

Bella saw the pain in his eyes. Not knowing what else to do, she asked him why he was there and why he was sad. He told Bella that when he had grabbed her and she had looked into his eyes, he knew she was different from any woman he had ever met, and that he, in fact, was different as well. He told her that there were things about him that she would never understand, and that he knew the only way he could be close to her was if he didn’t let her know he was there.

Bella sat back and thought about his answer. She had begun to relax slightly, thinking that he had all the chance he needed to harm her, and that if he was going to, he would have already done so.

“There’s something different about you, isn’t there?” she asked him. He told her that there were things about him that she wouldn’t understand, things he had to do in order to survive that she would not approve of. Bella assumed that he was talking about the muggings and as he put his hand on Bella’s waist she thought about the day he had grabbed her. The first time she had seen him and once again it seemed as if he was … smelling her?

He was so close to her that she could feel his hot breath on her neck. She could smell him and feel the heat of his body. His breathing was ragged and she could feel him shaking. She tried to pull back but was met with the headboard.

He began to move his thumb as he held her waist, gently rubbing it against her.

“He should have treated you better,” Seff whispered in her ear. Bella’s eyes widened when she realized he knew about Scott. “How long have you been watching?” she asked.

“I saw you kick him out. I heard what you said. I followed you home that night to make sure you were okay. Let me show you what you deserve.”

“What do I deserve?” Bella whispered. Seff pulled her close, gently kissing her neck. He pulled away for a second and she could feel his hot breath as he slid his head up toward her ear. He placed another gentle kiss on the lobe of her ear before looking her in the eyes.

Everything inside of her was telling her to run, to scream for help, to call the police and have him arrested—but his eyes were almost hypnotizing as she stared back. He pushed his mouth down hard on hers as he pulled her body against his.

Bella took in a deep breath as he kissed her. He held her so tight that she felt as if she could not get enough air. He kissed her with passion, but gently, in a way that she had never been kissed before. Both of his arms wrapped around her body, and somehow she finally felt completely safe.

Seff started to pull away, his grip loosening on Bella, but she was not ready for him to stop. She placed her hands on his face, pulling him toward her, and felt him move closer on the bed.

Seff slid his hand behind Bella’s back gently, sliding it under her gown. He loved the feel of her soft skin in his hands. It had been so long since he had felt the skin of a woman. When the wolves in his pack mated, it was done in the form of a werewolf: quick, impassionate, only out of need and not out of desire. He slid his hand further up her back, causing her gown to gather and slightly raise in the front.

One of the perks of being a werewolf was having great night vision, and on this occasion Seff was thankful for his gift. Bella could not see anything in the room and could barely see the outline of Seff's body, but as her nightgown raised, Seff could see Bella’s beautiful hairless pussy waiting for him.

He pushed the gown even higher with his other hand, allowing her breasts to be exposed. He could feel Bella shaking in his hands as he pulled back to remove the gown from her body.

“Are you scared of me?” he asked. She told him that she was not scared and that she was nervous. She said she must be stupid allowing him to be there.

“Don’t be afraid of me,” he said, looking into her eyes. She looked back shaking her head, and he pulled her gown over her head.

Seff quickly dropped the gown on the floor and looked down at her body. Bella was covering herself with her arms and had her knees pulled close to her body.

Seff grabbed her legs, gently pulling them down, then uncrossed her arms from her chest. Bella had always been self-conscious about her body, never allowing a man to view her fully naked. She was what they called a “big beautiful woman.” That was why Scott had ordered her. He knew that no other men would look at her and she would be stuck with him; but Seff looked at her differently than other men. She had no idea how beautiful she was and what she was doing to his body.