16. Chapter Sixteen #2
But I’m his daughter. I’m not just some random man he works with. When it comes to me, my father worked hard to protect me over the years. He was just as traumatized as I was when I was kidnapped as a child. It’s something we worked through together.
And now, my feelings for Finn are something I have to figure out on my own. If my dad knew, he would look at me like I was a stranger. He would ask where’s the girl who demanded a prince as her husband because she wouldn’t accept anything less?
She’s right here, I would say. But I just happened to fall for my kidnapper. I can just imagine the pain on my dad’s face if I told him that.
That I want to be with Finn at the same time I want to be back in my childhood home. I’m one step out and one step in. Finn would pull me all the way out if I let him. My father would pull me all the way back in if I let him.
Which one is going to win in the end?
I’m afraid I already know the answer and I’m just not ready to admit it yet.
Finn is asleep when I return to the bedroom. We worked ourselves hard. The thought makes me blush and I’m not a blusher. I let Finn take me with wild abandon. Me. The girl who looked down on any man who thought he had the right to touch me. I just gave it all to Finn without even hesitating.
I slip on a pair of pajamas Finn bought for me. Finally, I don’t have to wear all of his clothes. I slide into the bed with him and feel the urge to wake him up and ask him to wrap me in his arms. Instead, I clamp my lips shut. Asking Finn to hold me is asking for danger.
So, I roll onto my side, away from him, and force myself to fall asleep.
When I wake up in the morning, I find that Finn is still asleep next to me. I’ve never seen him sleep so hard before. He’s always ready for a fight. Ready for someone to kill him at any moment.
And yet right now, he’s just sleeping.
It allows me a moment to look at him. I hate how handsome he is. It would be so much easier to hate him if he were ugly. It’s the truth. A sad one but the truth nonetheless.
Finn controlled our time together last night. I want to be in control this time.
My eyes land on his cock. Already, it’s partially hard. Men and their fucking boners. I roll my eyes. He’s not even awake yet.
But this can be used to my advantage.
I grip his length and begin to stroke him up and down. Finn lets out a low groan in his sleep as his hips arch up to meet my touch. I want to feel him inside of me again even though I’m sore. I want him to know that I can be in charge too.
I strip my pajamas off me and sidle my hips over his. His erection brushes my inner thigh.
This is wrong to do this when he’s asleep. He can’t consent. But then again, Finn kidnapped me so I think we’re past having a healthy relationship.
I sink myself onto his cock and let out a moan. My hands find his chest to steady myself.
Then I begin to move my hips. In this position, I can feel Finn all over me, touching every inch of me inside my vagina.
Finn jerks awake and grabs my hips, stilling me. We stare at each other for a moment. His eyes take in what’s happening… and then he slowly lets me go and sinks back onto the bed, staring up at me with his dark eyes and small smirk.
Neither of us says anything as I roll my hips around, drawing his erection into me. I’m in control, my movement tells him.
Finn holds my hips but it’s not hard. He’s not forcing himself back into power.
I moan louder when his length brushes a pleasure spot within me. My hips grind harder against his. Finn makes a pleasurable sound in the back of his throat. It only spurs me on harder.
Our eyes never look away from each other as I fuck him. I’m fucking him , not the other way around.
I gasp as I pick up my pace. Every thrust of my hips brings new pleasure through me. I can feel Finn’s cock at full hardness inside of me.
Knowing he’s watching me do this and do nothing about it turns me on more. I have some say in our relationship. I have power.
I rock my hips back and forth faster, becoming a wild woman. I need this. I need release. I need him.
With a gasp, I come, shuddering and trembling.
Finn’s orgasm is quiet as he comes but a soft grunt still escapes him.
I fall onto his chest, keeping his softening cock inside of me. I’m still in charge right now. That’s something Finn needs to understand.
He runs his hands up and down my spine, sending goosebumps over my skin.
“Good morning to you,” he says into my hair. “What was that for?”
“You’re not the only one with a say in our relationship.”
“I have to admit, I didn’t know you had it in you, princess. But I’m not surprised. You’re always good at surprising me.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
He shrugs. “Makes sense to me.”
I sit up and roll off him. Before I can run away to the shower, Finn pulls me into his arms. It feels nice being here, which is exactly what I shouldn’t be feeling.
“I would love to wake up to the that every morning,” he says.
“It was a onetime thing.”
“Admit it, princess, you like to fuck now. Don’t be shy. Own it.”
I look him right in the eye as I answer. “Fine. I liked it. I liked it last night and I liked it this morning.”
“Good.” How he manages to make me shiver from just one word, I will never know.
“Did you like it?” I hate how scared I sound. How much I want his approval.
“Like it? I fucking loved it, princess. You’re a natural at it. I can’t wait to do that more. One perk of having a wife, I suppose.”
I swat his chest. “Don’t be an ass.”
“I’m always an ass. And speaking of asses…” He gently spanks mine, making me jump. “I have to get ready.”
“Ready for what?”
He hesitates and then flashes me a smile. “There’s this party going on tonight. In the city. Do you want to join me?”
“A party?”
“A fancy dinner party. I can buy you a new dress.”
I remember the last time we went dress shopping. It was for our wedding. “What’s the catch? You just randomly want to go to a party? What party?”
“There’s this annual event that happens every year. It’s happening again tonight. I just remembered. Want to come with?”
I shrug. If it gets me out of this house, then I’ll gladly take it. “I guess.”
“Great.” He lets me go and gets out of bed. Instantly, I feel colder.
I can tell Finn is keeping something from me but I won’t know unless I go with him to this party.
So I force myself out of the bed even though my body is sore with every step I take.
The party in question is a masquerade ball held at a museum in the heart of the city.
Finn bought me a deep, red dress that he said made my skin look good enough to eat. I thought maybe he would actually eat me. I wouldn’t put it past Finn to be a fucking cannibal.
Finn looks handsome in a black suit. The red mask over his eyes makes him look more like the devil. My own gold mask is run of the mill. A lot of women are wearing gold masks.
We’re let into the party without any problems. Finn actually has an invitation.
“What is this?” I ask once we’re inside. “What’s going on, Finn? You just randomly want to go to some party?”
“I might have asked my mom a favor when I was at her house. She secured the invitation for me. I knew this party was happening. I wanted to go.”
“Yes, but why?” I look around the room and don’t recognize anybody because of all the masks. It’s the perfect place to hide out in plain sight.
Then it dawns on me.
I look at Finn harder. “Is Dante here tonight? Erik Koslov?”
His lips slowly curl up into a creepy smile. “Why ever would you think that?”
“Because I know you, Finn. You never do anything without a reason. What is happening at this party? Why did you want to come?”
He pulls me off to the side and away from the crowd. “I’m going to kill Erik Koslov. There. Happy? This is his party. It’s his annual charity event he holds every year.”
“What? You’re going to kill him here?” I look around the room. There has to be over a hundred people in attendance.
“Yep.”
“Why?”
“Because I realized I can’t kill Dante without losing you.
But you don’t have any connection to Erik.
If I kill him, that weakens Dante and then I can work with Viktor on securing more power.
We’ll be rich, you and me, princess. We’ll be one of the most powerful couples in the entire city. Hell, in the entire world.”
I stare at him like he’s crazy because he is crazy. “You’re going to kill Erik in a crowded room full of people? Finn, you’re going to get caught. Erik will have a ton of bodyguards around.”
“But they won’t recognize me. At least, not enough. I can get close, stab Erik, and end this war once and for all. No one else has to get hurt.”
“So… you’re not going to kill Dante or my dad?”
Even through his mask, I can see his dark eyes that say so much and yet nothing at all. “I know I can’t. You’re mine now, princess. I’m not going to lose you and if I kill Dante or Elio, I’ll lose you.”
He’s not wrong. I don’t really care about Erik. I was taught to hate him as a Russian and he was a part of my kidnapping when I was a child.
Granted, it was his father-in-law, Sergei Belov, who kidnapped me and Erik let me go. He’s not an evil man despite what some people say. And he has a daughter now with his wife, Anya.
Erik has done bad things but he’s a partner with Dante. Over the years since Dante has worked with him, I’ve met Erik on many occasions. I’ve spent time with Anya and Nadia, Dante’s wife.
I’m not sure I want him dead.
But what I do know is that if he dies, Dante will be weakened and I know Finn says he won’t kill Dante but if Dante loses his power, then someone else could swoop in and kill him.
Maybe not Finn. But some power hungry Mafia man will try to end him if he doesn’t have the backing of the powerful Erik Koslov.
I can’t let this happen.
Finn is already heading across the room like a hunter stalks its prey.
I follow his gaze and find Erik laughing with his wife.
Even with the mask on, I know it’s him. Anya is holding their baby in her arms. Their daughter is close to two now.
She doesn’t deserve to lose her dad just because of Finn’s vendetta.
Next to them is Dante and Nadia. He’s back on his feet, which makes me happy to see. He and Nadia don’t have kids but I know they’ve been trying and struggling. None of this is right.
But all I can do is follow after Finn as he heads closer and closer to them.