His Proposal

Prisana didn't remember what happened after she gave all of herself to him. She only remembered being consumed by a pleasure so strong that it brought her over the edge of insanity. She also didn't quite remember when Dane helped urge her back into her panties but he did. Even as she was still having trouble breathing, he already wiped her clean and began to dress her.

When she heard the sound of the zipper coming from her dress, being sealed and felt his fingers along her back, she knew the time to part was near.

"That's it? You're going to leave me like this?" she asked, her voice disappointed.

Her caveman and beast that just gave her the ultimate pleasure of her life, ended things before it could even start. Then he laughed. She frowned because she didn't think it was funny to leave her hanging when he was the one that began this seduction game.

Dane motioned toward his still hard cock that threatened to bulge out from his pants.

"I should be the one complaining, don't you think? And," he turned her around to face him. "I won't fuck you until we're married. I can't take you if I know you belong to another man. Not until you're mine."

Married?

What was he talking about?

Did he get his head hit during the three months they were apart?

Dane wasn't making any sense to her right now.

"Uh, who's getting married?"

"Do you love your husband?"

Love him? Prisana loathed him to her very core. She shook her head.

"No, I don't."

"Then marry me."

Dane's proposal was so smooth. It was so smooth that she had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn't joking around. He wasn't. His face was serious as can be as he stared right at her. She took a few moments to watch him closely.

"Why? You never wanted anything to do with me so why?"

"If I said it's because I want to spend my days with you, fucking at every chance we can get, would you hate me?"

How could she hate him when she desired the same thing? Yes, blame her wanton desires for wanting to be with him sexually as she didn't even reject his advances. But in all their love making, it wouldn't make her happy.

That's right, she would only be roped into another loveless marriage. Dane told her earlier. He could never love her. She bit her lip from saying anything.

"You're a damsel. If you could, I know you would have left this marriage a long time ago. Why are you trying so hard by yourself for? Marry me and I swear, you will always feel wanted."

It was tempting. To marry someone who wanted her and could give her pleasure. Even though it was tempting, she lost too much trust with her own family. How could she trust a complete stranger to not abandon her when he grew tired of her body? First, it was Giovanni. After, it was Erica. Then, it was her aunt Florence. Lastly, it was her own father. Everyone she knew and loved, betrayed her.

In the end, Dane was no different than them. He may have her feel wanted but she needed more than temporary. If Prisana was going to be tossed either path she chose, she'd rather choose none and walk her own path. One could only rely on themselves. Prisana was no fool. There was already a plan she had to escape her cage.

She was close to finishing her general education courses online. Everything was coming into place nicely. All she had to do was avoid the marriage certificate and survive another month. It wouldn't be long before she could disappear. Dane didn't know what he was talking about. Or rather, he didn't know her.

Prisana glared at him.

"Stop insulting me. I may be weak like a damsel in distress. I may have no means to support myself yet but you forget, I am a woman and still a romantic at heart. My feelings are fragile. I only want the simple things in life. A husband who loves me. A normal house. Kids. Can you give me any of that?"

"No," came his sad reply which she expected but it still hurt to hear him say it without a shred of hesitation.

"That's what I thought," she said, as she brushed past him. "Thank you for your proposal but I humbly reject your offer. Have a good life...And thank you Dane, you're the first person who's ever made me feel wanted."