Chapter 10
DANYL
The penthouse elevator doors slide shut behind us and the world outside becomes irrelevant. Except for the weight of what happened tonight. How close I was to lose her.
I keep my arm around her, guiding Liza to the steps that leads to our bedroom. She’s trembling. Probably both from the shock of being taken and the betrayal of her father. Every tremor, every quick breath, every tiny muscle twitch in her back is a reminder that I failed. That I didn’t protect her.
“Nobody will ever hurt you again,” I murmur. A vow I intend to keep until my last breath.
She sighs as we reach the top of the stairs and I guide her gently toward the bed. The lights are soft, dimmed to a warm amber that does nothing to erase the tension in my body. She sinks onto the edge of the bed.
I remain standing, hovering, restless.
She lifts her hands toward me, and I sit beside her, catching them in mine. The tremor in her fingers is still there. I bring them to my lips, kiss the knuckles lightly.
“You’re still in shock,” I murmur.
She leans toward me, resting her head against my shoulder. Her hair tickles my neck. “I’m fine now that you’re with me.”
I brush my thumb across her jaw. Her gaze meets mine full of trust. “Danyl,” she whispers. “Are you okay?”
I tighten my hold just slightly. “I’m fine. Because you’re here. Because you’re alive. That’s enough.”
Her lips press against my collarbone. And it makes my chest ache how much she trusts me when I failed her.
She studies me, searching my face like she’s trying to see inside my mind. “What’s going on?”
“I failed you. But it won’t happen again.
” My hand drifts to the side of her face, fingertips brushing her temple.
I don’t want to scare her. I want to comfort her.
But I also want her to understand that she is my world, and I will obliterate anyone who threatens it.
“I know what you saw,” I whisper. “The violence, the monster I can become. But you have to know, what I did, what I am… it’s only because I needed to get to you. To keep you alive.”
She frowns. “You’re not a monster.”
“I am.”
She lifts her hands to my face, tracing the sharp line of my jaw, the curve of my cheek. “What you did was everything you’ve promised. Protect me. Keep me. Fight for me. That’s not monstrous. That’s,” her words falter and she takes a big breath before she continues, “that’s love.”
The word hits me like a hammer. Something in me cracks open, all the fury, all the restraint, all the violence I’ve held at bay spilling into a new kind of heat.
Protective. Consuming. Fierce.
“I don’t want you to be afraid of me,” I murmur, voice hoarse. “I am capable of terrible things. But I will protect you from them.”
She leans into me, forehead pressed to mine. “I don’t want you to protect me from you,” she says. “I want you, all of you.”
I scoot up and pull her fully against me on the bed, careful. I trace the bruise blooming on her face and rage fills me again, making my jaw clench. “If I could, I would kill him all over again for striking you.”
She laughs. “I think you made him pay enough.”
I shake my head. “Nothing is enough for laying his hands on you.”
“Not even dying?” She tilts her head.
I pull her against my chest. “No,” I whisper into her hair, voice low and jagged. “They should feel the weight of what they did. Your father, the biker, anyone who’s ever touched you, they should all pay.”
She shakes her head against my chest. “You’ve already done enough. Don’t let this night turn you into someone you’re not.”
I stiffen. “I am violence. I am a monster.”
“But you’re my monster,” she counters, voice soft, but firm. “And I’m not scared of that. Not of you.”
Her words sink in, slow and heavy. I lower my head, pressing my lips to the crown of her hair. I feel the tension leave her in slow waves, feel the warmth and weight of her trust anchoring me to something solid in a world that’s been burning at the edges.
“I’ll never hurt you,” I whisper. “I swear it. Not ever. I’ll be gentler in bed, not so rough,” I vow. I will treasure her from now on. Make love to her softly.
She pulls away from me, a wrinkle between her eyes. “Excuse me,” she says. “Do I have a say in how I want to have sex?”
“Of course—”
She holds up her hand, interrupting me. “I love what we do in bed together. Don’t you dare go soft on me.” She scoots away and sits on her knees, her hand trails up my thigh. “I want your cock hard and thick, not soft.” A wicked smile plays on her lips and I’m immediately hard.
“Liza,” I say, grabbing her hand. “You’ve had a terrible night. You should rest.”
She licks her lips and looks at my crouch. “I don’t want to rest. I want to play with your cock.”
I groan as she leans over and places a chaste kiss on the fly of my pants. My cock strains against my zipper. It definitely wants to come out and play.
Liza turns her back to me and undoes the tie of the dress. The tattered garment slides off her body. She’s not wearing any underwear.
I reach for her, pulling her against my chest again. “Tease,” I growl, pinching her nipple.
She whimpers, her nails digging into my thighs. Her eyes are dark with hunger. “It’s not teasing if I’m serious about wanting your cock.” She strokes the front of my pants. “And I do. I want it deep inside me.
That’s all the permission I need. My hand slides up her thigh, I find the damp heat of her pussy.
She’s soaked. Always so fucking ready for me.
“I’m happy to oblige,” I murmur, pressing my mouth to the side of her neck.
“You’re dripping, baby. Already begging for my cock before I’ve even touched you properly. ”
She moans when I bend her over my legs, her pert ass exposed, round, perfect, just begging for my handprint. I don’t make her wait.
My palm cracks against her flesh, the sound echoing through the bedroom, and she gasps, her pussy clenching around my fingers. “Fuck, yes,” she hisses, pushing back against me. “Do it again.”
I spank her harder this time, watching the way her skin flushes pink under my touch. I pull my hand out from her drenched pussy and find her tit, squeezing roughly before I drag my thumb over her nipple, tracing her own juices around it.
I turn her over on her back and twist the stiff peak between my fingers, relishing the way she arches into the pain, her breath hitching.
I fucking love her tits. Love the way they bounce when I ram myself hard inside her.
“You like this, don’t you?” I taunt, my voice rough.
“Like it when I make you hurt just a little. When I remind you who owns this pretty pussy.” I tap her cunt and plunge my fingers inside.
“Yours,” she pants. “It’s yours, Danyl. Now fuck me already.”
“Not yet.” I place her on the bed and drop to my knees, so I can lean over her. The scent of her core, sweet, musky, intoxicating, hits me like a punch to the gut.
I don’t waste time. My tongue drags through her folds, lapping at her juices, and she cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair. I grip her ass, spreading her open so I can fuck her with my mouth, my tongue spearing into her tight little hole while my thumb circles her clit.
“Danyl,” she keens. Her thighs tremble, her hips bucking against my face. I can feel her getting closer, her pussy fluttering around my tongue, but I pull back before she can come. She whines in frustration, but I silence her with a sharp smack to her ass.
“Not until I say so,” I growl, and lift her up, placing her hands on the headboard. “You come when I let you come, Liza. Understood?”
She nods, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. “Yes, sir.”
Fuck, I love when she calls me that.
I unzip my pants, freeing my cock. It’s thick, throbbing, the tip already slick with precum.
Her eyes lock onto it, hungry, and she licks her lips.
“Please,” she begs, her voice raw. “I need it. Need you inside me.” I shed my pants and shirt and then stroke myself, watching the way her gaze tracks the movement. “Beg better.”
She doesn’t hesitate. “Fuck me, Danyl. Please.” Her breath catches. “Stuff this needy pussy with that big dick. Make me take every inch until I can’t walk straight.”
A groan rips from my throat. I can’t wait anymore. I grab her hips, yanking her ass toward me, and slam into her in one rough thrust. She screams, hands barely holding on to the bed as I bottom out inside her. Fuck, she’s tight.
Always so fucking tight, like she was made for me.
“That’s it,” I grind out, pulling back only to slam into her again. “Take my cock like a good girl. You love this, don’t you? Love when I fuck you like I own you.”
“Yes!” she cries, her ass pushing against my groin. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
I obey, my hips grinding into her, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the bedroom. My balls slapping against her ass.
Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I lean over so I can reach around and pinch a nipple. She’s so close, her pussy clenching around me, her breath coming in ragged little sobs.
“Come for me,” I command, my voice a dark rumble. “Come on my cock like the greedy little girl you are.”
That does it. Her back arches, her pussy locking down around me as her orgasm crashes over her.
She’s beautiful like this, wrecked, trembling, her lips parted in a silent scream.
I don’t let up, fucking her through it, drawing out every last shudder until she hangs boneless beneath me, arms stretched as she holds on to the headboard.
Only then do I let myself go, my release hitting me like a freight train. I bury my cock inside her one last time and hold it there. Her pussy milking me dry as it convulses around me.
My seed runs down her thighs when I pull out of her. She whimpers when my cock springs free, and her cunt clamps around me like she wants to keep me inside. So greedy.
I turn her around, claiming her mouth with mine. She holds on to my shoulders as I devour her. She’s mine and someone almost took her from me tonight.
I lay her down on the bed and keep kissing her. Her arms lock around my neck as my hand trails down her stomach and I bury two fingers inside her.
“Danyl,” she whimpers. “I can’t come again. I done.”
“You’re done when I say you are.” I plunge a third finger inside her and she arches against my hand. Pumping her hard, I bend down and lock my lips around a nipple. I suck and bite, alternating between her tits.
Her hands grips my shoulders, nails digging into my skin.
“Now,” I order. “Come now.”
She does, moaning my name as her pussy clenches around my fingers.
My cock is hard again, and I grab her thighs, spreading them wide as I bury myself inside her. Thrusting over and over, watching her luscious tits bounce.
“Grab your tits,” I growl. “Squeeze them and pinch your nipples.” She does and I praise her as I pump into her. “You’re such a good girl. I love how tight your greedy pussy is around my cock.”
She whimpers and her cunt clamps onto my cock. We come together, roaring out our releases. I collapse next to her, my breath rasping.
Liza curls into my side, one arm slung over my chest and instantly falls asleep.
I hold her tight in the quiet night, letting the adrenaline fade, letting the rage simmer into vigilance.
Protecting her, worshiping her, this is all I want now.
All I will ever need.