Owning the Beast(12)

Bella’s file started off with her picture. I traced my finger over the screen, trying to touch her beauty. Her full name is Annabella Marie Blanco. It says that she’s only 20 years old. I knew she was young but I’m almost 14 years older than her. I guess as time passed, age difference won’t matter too much. That thought made me stop short. The image of a future with her kept appearing in my mind. I had no idea where these feelings were coming from. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I read on.

Height 5’3, weight 140, half Hispanic half American. No family listed, and under sexual history in bold letters were the words “VIRGIN”. I grinned wolfishly and thought to myself, not anymore.

It stated that she had heard of the agency from a nurse who cared for her deceased father. There was also a letter of citizenship present; I’m guessing this was to show she wasn’t relying on her future husband to get a citizenship. Flipping through the pages, I found an IQ test. Jesus, how thorough were these people? It seems like my Beauty had the brains as well. At the back of her file contained her most recent physical along with her blood work, stating that she was disease free. But the bottom portion had me raising my brow though.

Birth Control: None

I might have gotten her pregnant last night. My chest warmed and I had this sudden and overwhelming urge to go find her. I felt my dick harden at the thought that she might be carrying my child. This is crazy. Images of her being bound to me, round with my child came flooding into my mind and I couldn’t help but swell with pride. I had to find her and make up for last night. I also needed to explain to her that I wasn’t her intended husband and that I would not let her leave me. I had to convince her to stay, to choose me.







An hour later, I found Annabella outside in the gazebo. It was a long way from the mansion and I felt a tickle of annoyance that she was out here on her own, unprotected. She must have seen the annoyance on my face as she rolled her eyes when she caught sight of me before turning back to look out at the water. I wasn’t used to people ignoring my anger or the harsh looks I shot at them. She acted as if they were nothing more than a pesky fly, that they had no effect on her. It drove me crazy but it also made me want her more. Here was a woman who was able to turn me into a docile kitten. Fuck, it’d only been a few hours and yet I was ready to do anything she asked of me… Anything other than letting her go of course.

The gazebo was built out on a large pond that was a half mile wide with a small dainty wooden bridge leading to it. Benches sat around the edges, and soft fairy lights lined the interior at night. Striding across the bridge, I stood at the entrance of the structure, silently asking for permission to join her.

I watched her sit on one of the large seats, her knees pulled up to her chest, staring at the ducks swimming by. Golden rays of sunlight streaked through her hair and I was at a loss for words to describe how beautiful she looked at that very moment. I rubbed at my chest, trying to calm my racing heart.

“Who’s Claire?” she asked, still not looking at me. I felt the bite in her question and I wondered if I had heard the bite of jealousy there.

“May I join you?”

Looking at me, she nodded her head in ascension. I walked over and sat directly at her feet, facing her. Reaching my hand out, I ran it gently up and down her calf. I couldn’t seem to stop myself from touching her. I saw a small plaque with an inscription that I’ve read a thousand times in front of her.



To my precious wife Claire,

“By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.”

With all my love, forever, Griffin



Annabella traced the plaque with a finger, waiting on my answer. No one but the staff came this far out on the property so I never had to explain my past before.

“Claire was my mother. My father’s name was Griffin as well. He had this built for her. This was her most beloved place to be. In your exact spot, actually.”

Annabella’s eyes met mine and I could see a mixture of relief along with more questions. I was a little relieved to see hesitancy and perhaps jealousy in her gaze as well.

“What happened to them?”

“My parents were killed in a car accident a long time ago. It’s not something I like to talk about.”

Taking a deep breath, I looked down at where my hand was still stroking her calf. Gently, she reached her hand down and entwined her fingers with mine.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. My parents are dead too.”

She gave me an out, but suddenly, I didn’t feel like taking it.

“I was in the car at the time. That’s why I don’t like to talk about it. I was trapped in the back, that’s how I got my scars. I was able to get free, but I wasn’t able to save them.”