20. Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
Blaire
“ W hy do you call me princess?”
“Because you’re a goddamn brat.” He looks at me, his face darkening, lust filling his eyes even though we’ve been at it all night. “And calling you my queen in front of anyone else wouldn’t have been appropriate.”
My smile must reach my eyes because he leans in and kisses under each of them.
“Fuck, I love your freckles. It’s like someone painted them on, just a dusting under each of your eyes. You’re so beautiful.”
“As much as I love Dickhead Dallas, I’m really enjoying this sweet side of you, too. Who knew it was in there?”
“So, what happened today? Who do you need to go visit if you’ve got no grandparents?”
“Yeah, well. I panicked because a man walked into the distillery that looked exactly like my abuser and I spiraled. Exactly like him. So much so that I had convinced myself it was him, Dallas. The court has to notify me when he’s released, but I’ve changed my address so many times that I assumed I didn’t get the letter. I just had to get out of there. With New Year in a couple days, I thought it best that I just hide out for a bit.”
“Baby, I won’t let anything happen to you. No one will ever hurt you again.”
His words go straight to my heart, and I know that I’m falling rapidly for this man. I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
“Have you done an inmate search? I can look for you if you give me his name.”
“Not yet. I will. Thank you, but I’ll handle it.”
“You don’t have to handle things on your own anymore. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’ve just never had that before. It’s not going to be easy for me to just lean on someone and accept help. I don’t know how to do that because I’ve only ever had myself to rely on. Everyone else has let me down or hurt me. You’re going to have to be patient with me. If you’re up for that.”
Ever so softly, he cups my cheeks with his large hands, cradling my head between them, his thumbs gliding softly across my cheekbones.
“I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care how long it takes, but you’ll believe me one day. I’ll show you.”
My eyes flutter closed at his sweet words just as his lips connect with my own. The kiss is soft, almost loving, and as I moan into his mouth, the restraint I know he was using snaps. His hand moves to the back of my head where he tightens his grip around my hair, pulling my head back to arch my neck. He rubs the coarse scruff of his face across my jaw and nuzzles into my neck before biting and sucking at the soft skin of my shoulder.
“I just, I’m not ready for everyone to know about us. Until we figure out what exactly this is.”
He moves his face in front of mine, looking at me dead-on, his eyes full of concern.
“Then we keep it to ourselves. Your secrets are safe with me. But I want to know them all.” He licks up the length of my neck, scattering goosebumps in his wake, pulling the lobe of my ear between his teeth before whispering, “I want all of you, Blaire.” He licks again, back down to my shoulder, and nibbles, descending further to the tops of my breasts. “Every raw and bare piece.” He continues working his way down my body, kissing, biting, sucking. I arch into him, his hands holding my hips flush with the mattress. “Every lie. Every truth.” He pushes open my legs before settling between them, his face in front of my pelvis. He licks a line from hip to hip, biting at the soft skin there, lapping at me and sending waves of emotion and pleasure through my body, causing my heart to flip over itself into the abyss. I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m starting to fall for this man. “I want it all, princess.”
My breathing staggers as he looks up at me, there’s no misunderstanding the conviction and truth written all over his face.
“Then take it all, my king.”
He growls before dropping his face into my pussy, his wet tongue swiping through my center in that perfect way that he does. He’s not gentle or slow, he’s ruthless and demanding, and I love every minute of it. He swirls around my clit as two fingers are pushed into me, making that “come hither” movement deep inside me that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head. My climax hits hard and fast, and just as I start to crest, about to fall off that glorious euphoric cliff, he pulls away from me and sits up, grabbing my hips and pulling me onto that thick cock. I scream as my body ignites, clenching and throbbing around his length.
“You’re so pretty when you come on my cock. Fuck, I love the way you squeeze me. You’re so tight, Blaire.”
He fucks me through it, and just as it starts to ebb, he licks his fingers and presses them down onto my clit. I spiral right back into that bliss that only he gives me.
“That’s my good girl. Give it all to me. I’ll take care of you.”
“Dallas! Oh. My. God!” I scream, moaning unintelligible words that are muffled to my ears. My legs shake around his hips, my body spasming as I dig my nails into the sheets under me. I’ve never felt such pleasure before, and he holds it all. I trust him. That is the key.
I relax into the mattress, and he slows his speed. He pulls one of my legs over, shifting me to my side while his length is still firmly inside me, tucking my legs up high into the fetal position.
“Yeah, just like that, baby girl. Let me have my way with you.”
His words are so filthy and go straight to my already drenched center. I know he feels me throbbing wildly around him. He grips my hip with one hand while the other digs into the flesh of my ass cheek. He’s rough, bound to leave bruises on me, but I couldn’t care less. All I want is for him to feel as good as he makes me.
“Fuck me, Dallas. Please. Hard.”
He slaps my ass once, twice, three times before driving into me over and over. He sets a ruthless pace, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in until his base is flush with my skin. I feel him everywhere. It’s all-consuming. Heat rises through my body from my toes to my face—I’m engulfed by him.
Another orgasm builds, surprising me, and I arch into him as his body collapses on top of mine. I grab his face, kissing him hard, stealing the breath from his lungs. He pushes into me once more, staying deep as his cock jerks inside me, the warmth of his cum painting my insides. He releases my mouth and rests his forehead against mine before sliding to the side and pulling my body flush against his, tucking me into him. I work on catching my breath, grabbing his hand in mine and pulling him closer, holding it at my chest. He kisses my head before relaxing his body with mine.
“You’re incredible. Let me stay the night with you. Please.”
I stiffen in his arms.
“Dallas, we can’t. I live above Reid’s studio. It’s bad enough you’re here now. Wait, how did you find where I live anyway?”
“Reid.”
“That fucking traitor.”
“He kinda has that track record. He means well. But I don’t want to talk about another man while I’ve got you naked in my arms,” he practically growls.
I giggle and roll out of his hold.
“We need to take this slow. We’ve jumped straight to sex and sleepovers, and we need to back up some.”
“I already agreed to it. I’ll go at your pace. I don’t fucking like it, but I’ll do it.”
Anxiety starting to dissipate, I shuffle out of his arms to stand on my feet and move to pick up his clothes, holding them out to him. He grabs my wrist instead and pulls me to straddle his lap. His hands go to my hips, squeezing the flesh in his palms.
“Mmm,” he moans, nuzzling his face into my chest between my heavy breasts.
I pull back, bracing my hands on his shoulders and trying to put space between us.
“Dallas! No more, you need to go. It’s late.”
“Oh, you mean now?”
“Uh, yes! People can’t see you here. I live downtown.”
I start to panic again, looking around the room for my phone to check the time. Dallas grabs me, demanding my attention. His hands are on my face now, cradling me between his palms.
“Hey, listen to me. Everything is going to be okay. No one is going to find out your secret, no one is going to find out about us until you’re ready.”
He kisses my forehead before stepping away from me and pulling on his clothes. I pull out a shirt from my drawer and slip it over my head before walking him to the door, with my heart in my throat.
“Tomorrow, we’ll act like everything is normal. I have no doubt you’ll find some asinine way to piss me off and no one will know any better,” he says while stroking his hand over my hair and tucking it behind my ears.
“And I’m sure you’ll be just as grumpy and pig-headed as you always are.”
He laughs and I smile up at him.
“I’ll see you at work, princess.”
I shut the door behind him, body racked with a multitude of feelings, and get ready for bed. Laying down on my bed for the night, I snuggle into my thick blankets, cocooning them around me tightly.
I lay in bed wide awake, like every night this week, waiting, anticipating when he’ll come back for me. I know it’s only a matter of time before he finds his moment and takes what he wants. Like I summoned the devil, my doorknob creaks as it’s turned. Wishing it was clicking against the lock I’m not allowed to have, I hold my breath while the door to my bedroom is slowly opened. My heart pounds loudly in my ears, a steady drum that gets louder and louder.
I keep the blankets cocooned around me like a protective barrier, as if they could stop the monster entering my room. I know there isn’t a God. This wouldn’t happen if God was real. But that doesn’t stop me from praying. To God, to anyone who will listen, end my suffering. I beg of you.
The blankets are peeled back, but I don’t open my eyes. I go to the place I know that will keep my will to survive.
“You can pretend to sleep all you want. I know you enjoy this. This pussy doesn’t lie when it gets wet for me.”
My bottoms are pulled from my body, pain ricochets throughout, and my mind floats away as it dissociates. Someday I’ll be away from this hell, someday I’ll be married, I’ll have a man who loves me, who protects me, who will make me feel safe and secure. We’ll have a house in the woods, just the two of us, madly in love. I’ll be successful, happy, and loved for once in my life, and none of this will matter anymore ...
I wake heaving in breaths, looking frantically around my room as tears pool in my eyes, wishing like hell I could escape these nightmares. I lay back down into my blanket cocoon, steadying my breathing and trying to relax. I can’t help but crave the warmth, safety, and comfort Dallas brings me.
Maybe I should have let him stay after all.