Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 92 5: Aleksei.

It's tfor Georgina's lunch.

When she doesn't eat, everything I say is the wrong thing. So we don't miss meals.

She has been quiet since I informed her my shackles coff tonight. Quiet and...restless. I take a book from the glove compartment and drop it in her lap, but she starts to read it upside down, so I stow it away again. Her fingers pluck at the hem of her skirt, her feet perform an awkward dance routine, and she keeps changing the rastations, never settling.

I have an urge to park the car and pull her across the seat, into my lap. It's what she needs. A good, hard ride on her man's cock. Even if she doesn't realize it yet.

Soon.

There are sthings we must speak about, before I take her body. But even I am not stupid enough to inform Georgina of her future when she has an empty stomach. She might have been born in Chicago, but she has a fiery Russian temper. In the future, I have no doubt I'll fuck her mid- tantrum - frequently but I want her first tto be...

Romantic.

My lip curls at such a feminine notion. Only Georgina could make a cold-blooded killer consider things like candles and high thread count sheets. I never imagined myself as a husband. And I never would have, if I hadn't met the angel. Now I can think of nothing but making every second of her life happy. Providing and protecting what God has given me. Perhaps Georgina and I have different notions about what she requires to be content, but she will caround to my way of thinking. There is no other choice.

A hint of unease creeps into my chest, but I banish it.

I've already mapped the restaurant where I plan to feed Georgina, and we approach the freeway exit right on time. The gourmet sandwich shop is not the main attraction in the tiny town, though. And when we park along the main street, she sees it and gasps.

"A library? Oh my God, it's huge." She fumbles with the door handle, unable to take her eyes off the gothic building. "Aleksei, did you know?" I don't bother answering, because she should know by now, I do nothing by accident. Instead, I climb out of the driver's side and round the bumper, scanning the street for threats as I take Georgina's hand, pulling her onto the sidewalk. She sways into me, but this tI don't step back right away. I let her front mold to mine, her lips popping open at the feel of my jutting cock. I want to back her against the car, thrust my erection up between her thighs and introduce her to the only cock she'll ever know, damn the potential witnesses. But as always, when II take her out in public, heads begin turning almost immediately. In Georgina's direction. There is a breeze blowing against the hem of her skirt, the white material teasing the underside of her tempting ass. That sbreeze stiffens her nipples and makes her shiver, skyrocketing my protective instincts. Grinding my teeth together, I reach into the backseat and wrap her in the denim jacket she brought along.

She presses her lips together, those green eyes knowing. Does she enjoy my jealousy? I wonder if she still would if she knew how deep it runs. "Thank you for the library," she whispers. "Can we go?" "Da, angel." I take her hand and lead her to the restaurant. "After you eat." "I'm not even hungry." She consumes every bite. I eat much faster, so I lean back in my chair and enjoy the sight of her mouth moving, the little pleased noises she makes.

Just like on the street, every male in the place cranes their neck to get an eyeful of what's mine. Until I let them know with my eyes that I will strangle them with piano wire their sleep if they don't fuck off. By the tGeorgina finishes, we're the only ones left in the restaurant, which pleasesvery much.

On the walk to the library, Georgina takes my hand and smiles up at me. "I guess I should enjoy the good meals while they last. It's going to be crappy campus food from here on out." Again, there's an uncomfortable pang below my neck, much like guilt. "Only one hour in the library, Georgina. I want to stay on schedule." She glances up at the giant clock on top of the library. "Freshman orientation isn't until tomorrow night. We have until then to moveinto the dorm." She sendsa saucy wink. "No sweat, right?" No sweat? Moving her into a place full of strangers with bad judgment and a homy man - child trying to get laid around every corner? This is what she considers no sweat? There is only one way forto retain my sanity, and it doesn't include leaving her to sleep in a place where I cannot guard her.

When I don't answer, questions appear in Georgina's eyes, but I quickly usher her into the library. Her intake of breath distractsfrom my dark thoughts, replacing them with preciation over her reaction. There's a beam of sunlight streaming in through a second - story stained glass window, and it lands on the angel, making her glow even brighter. She presses her fingers to her lips and turns in a circle, taking in the sweeping marble staircases and endless rows of books on either side.

I only have eyes for Georgina, because surely there is no greater creation on this

earth. The fates could not truly expectto let her go. Niewould be impossible. I would go insane. I'm doing the right thing. The only thing.

My voice is gruff when I find it. "The fiction section is downstairs. To your right."

Her lips tilt at the evidence that not only did I plan in advance to bring her l here, but I did my research. For her.

Everything for her. "I think I'll take a look upstairs first." When she climbs the marble staircase, her backside twitches right to left, turning

my bloodstream into a river of fire.

She casts a look back atover her shoulder and know she's up to something. But hell if I can do anything but follow.

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