Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
"Yes, sir."
I end the call with the head of the art department and then dial Dahlia's number.
"Yes?" she says, answering immediately.
My cock swells as soon as I hear her voice, my mind instantly returning to the woods. Fuck. I can't believe my little minx let me stalk her through the dark like a feral animal. We fucked for hours after I caught her, both of us desperate and aching. Both of us wild and uninhibited.
"I need you."
"You said that ten minutes ago, too, Draven."
"I mean it this time."
She laughs quietly. "You also said that."
I growl wordlessly. "Don't make me come find you, Beauty. Ma won't like it if she catches me fucking you bent over whatever piece of furniture is closest when I get my hands on you."
"Draven," Dahlia moans.
"My office. Now."
"Don't be bossy," she chastises. "It's rude."
"You like it when I'm rude."
"Do not."
We both know she's lying, but I let her get away with it. There isn't much I wouldn't let this woman get away with. Every minute I spend with her pulls me deeper under her spell. I've never been happier to be so well…gloriously fucking happy. I feel like a goddamn Disney princess. I whistle when I stroll through the damn woods. I listen to the birds sing. I'm a fucking whistling, bird-appreciating monster. If the others who changed saw me, they'd think I'd lost my damn mind. And I'd just fucking smile in their faces.
"Please come to my office, Beauty. I need to show you something," I murmur as politely as possible, willing to give her anything she wants if it gets her here.
"I'm already on my way," she promises, making me smile. She can't tell me no, either. For some reason, this incredible woman loves me.
Thank you, God.
I disconnect and then light a couple of candles so she can see. I hate leaving her in the dark. She shouldn't have to live that way just because I do. Yet all too often, she plunges the room into darkness to make me comfortable. Her heart is far too big. Thank God she has me to take care of it now.
I hear her soft steps behind me a few minutes later, and nervous energy crackles up my spine. Her delicate scent tickles my nose. My cock turns to steel. It takes everything I have to stay in my chair when all I want to do is stomp across the room and back her up against the wall. When I want to wrap her legs around my hips and fuck until she's coming all over me again.
Will I ever get enough of her?
Doubtful.
"I'm here, you wicked… Oh my gosh!" She stops halfway to me, and I know she's seen the rendering on the screen. "Draven, what is this?"
"It's you." I swallow my nerves. "Or rather, a video game character inspired by you."
She floats toward me, her steps soft. "She's beautiful, Draven."
"The woman who inspired her is beautiful. She's just a reflection of the reality, Dahlia." I snag her around the waist, pulling her down into the chair with me to nuzzle her throat. "The reality is far more to my liking."
"The reality doesn't think you're so bad either," she murmurs, snuggling up in my arms with a soft sigh of surrender. "Can I ask…why me?"
"Because you're perfect."
"For the character?"
"For everything."
Her delighted laugh lights up the room. Fuck, how did I survive so long without hearing that sound every day? It lights up the entire mansion, breathing life into the place. This entire corner of Screaming Woods feels alive in a way it never did before her, as if she's restoring order to more than just our ancestral home.
"I'd like to use it in the game, Beauty," I murmur. "But only if you're okay with it."
"What will that entail?" she asks. "Will people be able to do dirty things to me? Or to her? I don't think I'd like that very much, Draven."
"Absolutely not," I growl. "Playable characters have a broad range of actions and responses available to them, but what they can and can't do with NPCs is very limited. The gameplay follows a storyline, and they won't be able to undress your character, defile her, touch her inappropriately, or anything like that."
"Oh, good," she says, relieved. She'll never have to worry about things like that happening with my games. People can be terrible, and gamers can be some of the worst. But I don't tolerate bullshit within my games or on my servers and never will. "Then use her, Draven."
"You're sure?"
"Positive.
I press a grateful kiss to her temple and then another to her lips, lingering there.
"Can I play the game? Will you teach me how it works?" Her beautiful face lights up with delight, making my heart and dick swell. She's incredible. I couldn't have found a perfect woman if I had designed her myself. Wait up; that doesn't sound right.