8. Vito
Vito
A fter spending the night in the hospital with Stella, keeping guard, pissed as fuck that someone was in her room, I’m cranky as the doctors do shift change in the morning.
All I want is to take Stella home with me, tuck her into bed, hold her for the next week, and see her through the turmoil on the horizon.
It was late last evening when I received confirmation that Claudia arrived at the facility in Tallahassee.
Stella had been sad but relieved. She even shared her mom’s previous night’s struggle and acknowledged they wouldn’t be able to do it alone.
I’m glad I was able to take that one thing off her plate, at least.
With the detectives questioning Stella extensively the night before, she no longer needs to see them today.
Unfortunately, security cameras were unable to capture the intruders’ faces; they wore ball caps that hid their identities well.
Now, they’re looking into footage around the hospital and the diner in the hopes of finding something there.
No offer of protection for Stella was forthcoming, which isn’t surprising given that the PD is short enough on manpower as it is. However, Stella’s well-being is in my hands now, and there’s nothing I won’t do to keep her safe.
With my house already decked out with all the bells and whistles of an excellent security system, I’m not too concerned about her while she’s there. And since I plan to keep her in bed for at least a week, I’m not overly worried about her wandering off without me, either.
“Vito?” Her sleepy voice draws my attention.
Getting to my feet, I wander over to her bed. Her strawberry hair is a mess, her cheeks are slightly rosy, and her eyes are unmistakably filled with warmth for me.
“Gorgeous when you wake up.” I lean down and drop a kiss on her forehead, inhaling deeply. She smells like forever.
“I look like that dragon lady,” she snorts.
“Isn’t she blonde?”
Her eyes crinkle with amusement. “You’ve seen Game of Thrones?”
“Hasn’t everyone?” Brushing her unruly hair back, I love the soft feel of her locks between my fingers. Immediately, my dirty mind conjures all the ways I’ll be fisting it to keep her in place in the near future.
“Well, maybe. I hated the ending, though.” The scrunch of her nose is too damn cute.
“Yeah, me too.” I don’t even remember what we’re talking about anymore. All I want to do is study Stella until I have every piece of her memorized.
Gripping her jaw between my thumb and index finger, I direct her head up to capture her lips in a searing kiss. She attempts to protest, but I ignore her. I need her taste. Her sweet, addicting, sugary goodness on my tongue.
Pressing her back into the bed, my body moves on its own to lie next to her, then half-covers her soft, curvy body as my free hand explores.
I tug the hospital gown up and touch her thick thighs, dragging her leg up to my hip.
She moans as my palm glides down the silky flesh until I have a bare ass cheek in my hand.
My fingers squeeze the fleshy globe while brushing across her damp cunt and tight asshole.
“Fuck,” I groan into her mouth as my dick struggles not to break free of my jeans. “I can’t wait to get inside your tight body, sugar.”
She must feel brave because her words nearly stop my heart. “I can’t wait to feel you inside of me. Moving, pounding, owning me like a real Daddy does.”
Digging down deep, I recite NHL stats so I don’t come in my pants like a young boy. “Jesus, woman, you don’t say stuff like that unless I get to fuck you immediately.”
Delicate moans escape her lips as I lick across the seam and into her mouth, tasting her like my own sweet treat. “Can we?” she whispers, and my hips buck.
Before I can act, a commotion in the hallways sets my senses on high alert while I pull away to find out what’s going on.
Adjusting my dick with a groan, I crack the door open to see that a patient has tripped over the cords in their IV stand.
Scrutinizing the surrounding area puts me on edge, and the need to get Stella out of here unsettles me.
“Nurse!” I bark the title, and the woman behind the desk jumps as she scowls at me. “Get my girl signed out in twenty minutes or we’re leaving on our own.” Her eyes narrow further, but I ignore her as I shut the door.
“Is everything alright?”
At Stella’s reticence, I look back at her while moving to the locker to grab the fresh clothes I had Bishop bring over for her.
“Hey, it’s fine. A patient just fell.” I fucking loathe the fear in her eyes. In fact, when I get a hold of these fuckers, I’ll ensure that they feel every ounce of terror my girl has in the last twenty-four hours.
Flicking the lock on the door, I stride towards Stella and set the bag on the bed, then remove the contents. Flannel pajama pants, crop top, baggy zip-up sweater, and slippers.
“No underwear?” She sounds scandalized, but I’m not complaining. My friend knew what he was doing.
“Guess not.”
Her sharp gaze flies up to mine, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “You did that on purpose.” I don’t deny the accusation because she’s not wrong.
“Can I help you?” I wiggle my brows to turn the mood more playful. The beautiful blush surging up her body entices me to learn where it begins.
“I think I can manage if you’ll just turn around, please.”
Once she’s steady on her feet, I do as asked, ignoring the disappointment and reminding myself that soon enough she’ll be mine for the feasting. In the meantime, I keep an ear out for any more trouble in the hall.
“I’m done.”
Turning around just in time to see her nipple through the white crop top and the mouthwatering bit of flesh of her belly before she zips the sweater up, I want to drop to my knees and have a taste of her cunt. I just know she’s a virgin. I can feel it in my bones.
Holding out a hand for her, she accepts it easily, and we exit the room, making a stop at the nurse’s desk, where they’re just finishing up the discharge paperwork, with instructions to bring Stella back if anything is amiss.
She slips her hand back in mine, so damn trusting, and makes me feel like a king.
I pull her into my side, wrap my arm around her shoulders, and she slips hers around my back, hooking her fingers in my belt loop.
Fuck, she’s tiny. More so than I had believed.
Dominating her in bed will become pure, raw, animalistic need from the first touch.
“Should we grab something for breakfast?” I ask after buckling her into my truck, and I’m seated behind the wheel.
“I’d rather not.” Her voice wavers. She’s thinking about what happened.
Reaching over, my hand drapes across her thigh, rubbing up and down until she spreads her legs a little, trapping my hand when it gets snug to her pussy.
Fear can be an aphrodisiac for some, and I’m learning that Stella harbors a naughty little girl inside, who’s just waiting to be set free.
I slide my pinky back and forth across her sex, and knowing the only barrier is a thin piece of flannel, accelerates my heart.
“Dangerous territory here, sugar.” My growled warning evokes a breathy sigh from between her kissable lips.
Glancing over at Stella, her head rests back, and her eyes are closed as the pulse in her throat pounds and begs for me to take a bite.
“Keep it up, and I’ll strip you down to nothing as soon as we walk in the door. ”
“Maybe I want that…Daddy.”
Fuck it. I slide my hand up and push it down the front of her bottoms, slipping my fingers between her sopping wet lips. With a pinch of her clit and the rimming of her tight hole, she pants and whines beautifully for me.
“Fuck, you are soaked for me, sugar.” Her juices are the sweetest thing ever to touch my fingers. “You going to be a good girl for Daddy when we get home?”
Not how I saw this morning going, but I’m not about to complain.
“Yes, Daddy,” she gasps and arches as I pinch her clit again, rubbing it in gentle circles.
“Tell me, sugar, are you a virgin?” Our eyes meet as I stop at a light, and tears bubble over as she shakes her head. Disappointment slams my chest hard. It’s so fucking chauvinistic of me that guilt quickly follows.
“I took it myself, Daddy.” It’s humbling how fast she’s fallen into the dynamic.
“You are a good girl.” Growling, I squeeze her pussy in my palm, eliciting another gasp and moan. “Do not fucking come, Stella, or I swear to god, you won’t like the fucking punishment.” A hand to her ass is something that’ll undoubtedly happen, but I’d prefer the first time to bring her pleasure.