Bad Boy Romance: Bad Marine (Bad Boy Military Romance) (Alpha Bad Boy New Adult Contemporary Male Stories) (21 page)

“They’re lying. They probably are too jealous of your beauty, and they just want you to remain a poor dancer. Anyway, it is getting late, and I should go home now.”

“No, stay! We can do something else.”

“Like what?”

“We can go to my room. It’s upstairs.”

“Will you know what to do there? Or will it be just like in here?”

“Well, I have dated several guys and none of them complained.”

“But they were not me. Let me see what you can do.”

Then we went upstairs to her room. It was the stereotype of a princess wannabe room. Everything was pink and fluffy. She tried to kiss me, but I didn’t think she deserved that.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

She looked at me, confused. “I thought that you wanted a kiss.”

“From you? Definitely not.”

“Why not?”

“I know your little secret.”

“What do you mean? What secret?”

“I am also a bear shifter. But the original kind. Not a cursed freak like you. There is no point in running or screaming. Or do you want people to find out about your family history?”

She backed up a step, her eyes going wide. “
No
, of course not. I’ll do anything you ask me to do, anything you want.”

“Yes, you will. And I hope I like it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“To get started, I want you to blow me. But be careful with your teeth. Don’t try anything funny.”

“I won’t. I think you will enjoy it; I am really good at it.”

“We will see.”

She definitely wasn’t. She didn’t know what she was doing, and it was almost painful. Probably, she was the kind of girl that always wanted to be pleased and pampered but never tried to please other people. She was the kind of artificial shifter that deserved the curse. She could be beautiful on the outside, but she was ugly on the inside. As a matter of fact, I think that she wasn’t even good enough for this so called curse. Bears were beautiful and strong, while she was not. My job was to kill her, but my plan was to do something worse. I would kill her social life.

I pushed her away from me and went downstairs loudly saying, “You are crazy and gross. You are
disgusting
. How did you invite me here without even taking a proper bath? Your breath smells bad. I almost fainted with the smell coming from your pussy. And what were you doing with your teeth? Why would you bite me like that? I think I am bleeding. Please, excuse me, but I have to go home now.”

She tried to run after me and explain that I was lying, but by then, the people in the party were already laughing at her. The girls that she thought were her friends were pretending that they didn’t know her and ignoring her. The guys looked disgusted and were almost running from her. I should have felt sorry for her, but I didn’t. She was getting what she asked for. The suffering would either make her stronger or at least a better person.

My mission was accomplished, but I felt like doing a good deed to balance my karma. I saw that the pretty, curvy girl was still at the party and invited her to dance. She was a little suspicious, but she accepted. We danced for a while, and she was really nice to talk to. She also could dance very well. We talked about many things, and in the end, I asked if I could kiss her. She said that I could, and it was a good kiss. Not great, but good enough. But I thanked her for being such a good dancer, told her she was a great kisser, and complimented her for being so beautiful. She was, indeed, gorgeous, and the kiss part was not exactly a lie but a well-intended exaggeration. I hoped that all my actions at this party would lead to a better situation for her. I think that now she has the confidence to be the girl she has the potential to become and without fearing some stupid bitch.

So that was my job, chasing stupid bear shifter woman and teaching them a lesson. It was tiring and frustrating most of the time, but I tried to have fun. I was deeply involved with my family’s tradition, and I was starting to understand why the artificial bear shifters were so despicable. I had to study these women’s lives, and I normally found people that were not doing good things for the world and that deserved to be punished. Of course, I felt bad for doing it from time to time, and I even felt sorry for some of them, but I knew that it was them or us. I wouldn’t let their vicious lives get in the way of our successful arrangement with the bears. But then, this new girl appeared. She was young and careless, and everybody was curious about her. She managed to have fun as a shifted bear woman, but she also had a regular human life and apparently a pretty successful one. Her name was Sara, and she was my next prey.

When I started investigating her life, I discovered that she was alone in the world since her parents died in a car crash when she was really young, and she had lost contact with the grandmother who had raised her when she was still in high school. After that, she travelled a lot as a bear woman, and she engineered a way of recording her trips, which I thought that was very ingenious and made me curious. She probably had some amazingly stunning material on record. Imagine all the landscapes.

But after a while, she got tired of that kind of life and decided to go to college. During university, she was an excellent student and as promiscuous as most girls on campus. She seemed to be really in control of the situation. Her inner bear strength was being used with purpose, and her sexual energy was not an obstacle to her goals. It was all really good to be true, so my old relatives sent me to check what was going on. My mission was to be her shadow until finding out the best way to approach my next prey.

When she graduated from university, she started working with finance, but she never stopped studying psychology. I was really intrigued and wanted to talk to her, but I had to wait for the right moment. She couldn’t suspect that I was investigating her, and if she knew that my family’s main concern was how to get rid of people like her, she would probably try to kill me as a shifted bear woman. I had to study my enchantments and her movements. After gathering all the information I could about her, I decided that it was time for a personal encounter.  My plan was to hire her company and ask specifically for her as a consultant. My strategy worked, and it was plausible because she was actually the best professional in her field, so it would be normal for a client to ask for her services. We started talking by email and then we finally decided to meet in person. I was really nervous about that, but I had to pretend to be totally cool.

Our first meeting was in front of the company’s building, but I needed to be outside. The fresh air would help me to stay calm and focused. She offered to buy us drinks and went straight to business… not dirty business, but actual business, consultant finance business. One side of me was a little disappointed that she was not trying to flirt with me, but the other was sort of proud that she was being so professional, despite the fact that she needed sex to keep her mental and physical health. As the days passed, I noticed some small cuts in her legs, and I assumed she needed to shave frequently. This meant that she wasn’t having sex with me or anybody else. In a weird way, that made me flattered. I thought I had never been a priority in anybody’s life before. But to be fair, I had never let anyone be a priority in mine, at least not until now.

The fact that she was astonishingly beautiful was not something that I didn’t expect; most of the artificial bear shifters women that I met were stunning. However, Sara was different. It was not her hair or her body; it was her smile. Just looking into her eyes would make my mind travel to a better place. Besides that, she was a very interesting person. She was really spontaneous and always had a lot to talk about. We could talk about everything and anything. I never thought that I would be able to make such a good friend in this awkward situation.

We spent months in the project, and nothing physical happened, but that was not a bad thing. We were able to really get to know each other, and I deeply appreciated being with her. But eventually, the project was over, and I couldn’t just let her go. I still didn’t know what I would do about my mission, but I would figure something out later. Therefore, on the last evening that we were supposed to work together, I offered to take her home. I didn’t want this to be a goodbye, so I took the initiative to do what my heart was telling me to do.

“Good night, Sara.”

“Good night, Mike. It is a pity this is our last evening together.”

“It doesn’t have to be. Unless you want it to be.”

“I don’t want to. I really enjoy your company.”

“So, now that we are not professionals working together anymore, I think we can still be friends.”

“I think we already are.”

“What if we could be more than friends?”

“That could be considered an improvement…”

And then I kissed her. Not in a robotic, planned way. I didn’t kiss her with my lips, but with my heart. I didn’t have to think, and I couldn’t think. It was cheesy and magical. I wanted that moment to last forever, and I think that she wanted it to last forever too. Maybe that is why, after the kiss, we both smiled and waved good night to each other. She went upstairs, and I went back home. I didn’t want to push her into inviting me to her house, and I could feel that she also didn’t want to rush things for a change.

So we gave ourselves the chance to be this anachronistic couple. We dated in a really old-fashioned way. Sara and I would go to the movies. We would have dinner in nice restaurants. She would invite me for picnics, and I would invite her to go to the opera with me. It was amazing, and I think that is when I realized I was falling in love. I know it sounds crazy to fall in love with somebody with so little body contact, but our minds and hearts were as one.

Despite everything I was feeling, I still had to worry about my family and my mission. However, I wouldn’t be able to do that in the city. We had to go to a quieter place, where I could think properly and we could have some privacy. That is when I remembered that my family had this little cottage in a nearby village that wasn’t being used at the moment. I took the courage to invite her to go on this trip with me, and I was thrilled when she accepted. The escape would be also the perfect opportunity for our first romantic runaway, and by then we were both getting extremely anxious about that. We were still really carnal bear people with a lot of inner sexual energy. I could only imagine how wonderful it would be.

When we first arrived at the cottage, I was amazed at how enthusiastic she was with the whole environment. Sometimes I forget that not everybody had the pampered and luxurious life that I did. She was impressed by the sound of the waves and stared, admiring the landscape for hours. I was feeling at peace, and I even forgot why we were there in the first place.

“This place is amazing!” she said, gushing. “You even have a hot tub in the bedroom with this amazing view to the ocean. I wish I could live here!”

“Well, we can… but you would probably get bored.”

We hugged and kissed, and then she went to the restroom to change while I prepared a bath for us. When she came out, wearing a black bikini that revealed all the wonderful curves of her magnificent body, I couldn’t hide my admiration. My erection was so prominent that I felt slightly embarrassed and self-conscious with the way she smiled timidly while walking towards the bathtub.

“You look gorgeous!” I told her. “I mean, you are always gorgeous, but tonight you look, with all due respect, delicious.”

She struck a pose, one hand on her hip, the other behind her head. “Do you want to taste it?”

“Can I?”

“You can do anything you want. You kidnapped me here; I am yours now. Giving you pleasure is my current project.”

“I hope that I can do the same for you.”

I kissed her passionately, and I started going down by kissing her neck. I could feel her body getting loose as she enjoyed the experience. I arrived at her chest, and I couldn’t avoid complimenting her breasts.

“These are the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen.”

“Do you like them? They are yours to do anything you want with.”