62. Delilah
Chapter sixty-two
Delilah
E ntering the hospital, I rushed to the trauma center with Archer on my tail. Entering the waiting room, I immediately spotted Ivory and Kimiko before quickly rushing over to them.
“What happened?” I asked in a panic, and Ivory sighed.
“She was walking outside in the garden with the twins, and Benny found her lying on the ground as the twins cried... I’m scared, Dee,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around me.
I bit my lip. Even I wanted to let out a few tears, but I couldn’t—not when she was feeling vulnerable and weak. I needed to be strong for her—for Zachary, who was pacing the floor back and forth, occasionally sending Archer a glance or two. For Kimi, who looked in a panic. For my father, who was most likely somewhere in this hospital breaking something or scaring someone... and for Uncle Blaine, who was probably trying to eat away his fears.
I shushed Ivory softly as the doctor walked over with his clipboard. “You must be the Russel family,” he said, and we nodded. My eyes lifted, and I noticed my father walking over slowly as well. He gazed at me briefly, and I lowered my eyes quickly.
“We’ve assessed her condition, and we’re lucky that she’s stable for now. Not only is her iron level low, but her blood sugar and blood pressure are also severely low. It could be due to a lack of nutrition. Still, we suspect the main perpetrator to be some sort of stress... you’ll be able to see her soon enough. Just be sure not to give her as much stress in the upcoming weeks, and let’s broaden her diet with a bit more than her cravings of Oreo ice cream and banana peppers.”
We thanked him sincerely, and he nodded, walking away.
I let out a breath, and as Ivory pulled away, Zachary grabbed her hand to sit on the sofa. My father’s eyes were definitely on me, and I felt somewhat alone as Archer kept a… safe distance. Thankfully, Kimi was beside me and slowly rubbed her hand on my shoulder.
I wasn’t scared of my father… but I didn’t feel ready to speak to him yet. I may have been acting a bit childish, but I couldn’t bring myself to even look at him, as harsh as that may seem.
He was biting his tongue, but I could tell from his stance and the look in his eyes that he wanted to kill Archer.
Soon, they let us into Mom’s room, and she lay in bed, awake, smiling at us.
Sitting at the edge of the bed, my siblings and I talked with her, and Archer came and stood by me as he held my hand in his.
I heard a few footsteps and bit my lip as the door closed. I could tell my father had left the room. I lowered my head, and my mother lifted my chin with her hand.
“Give him time, baby… he’ll come around,” she whispered.
Zachary scoffed. “Why should he have to?” he growled.
My heart clenched as Archer rubbed the back of my hand.
My mother glared at him. “Zachary. Stop it,” she said, and he stood up wordlessly and left the room as well. My mother sighed heavily. “God, he’s just like his father.”
“I can’t blame him,” Archer said beside me.
Mom shook her head. “No. I blame them both. This is more than the two of them not liking you or Calvin. They’re too overprotective, and it’s hurting those around them,” she muttered, and I nodded, agreeing with her wholeheartedly.
I felt terrible for somewhat ruining our family moment, but I was just glad that Mom was okay and the baby was going to be okay as well. I just hoped my relationship with my father would soon be okay.
After we’d finished eating dinner, Archer and I made our way over to the living room to watch a bit of TV. We stayed a few hours at the hospital with my mother, Uncle Blaine, Kimi, and Ivory. My father and Zachary had left for the time of our stay, but I didn’t blame them.
Archer trailed his fingers over my waist as I laid my head in his lap. “You had a long day, Princess,” he muttered, and I sighed.
“I’ve been having long days every day for the last month. Getting pretty annoyed, if I’m being honest,” I groaned, and he hummed as his fingers lingered over my waist for a little longer as he played with my waistband. I looked up at him in question, and he wrapped his hand around my neck softly as he placed a kiss on my lips.
It was soft and passionate, but by the way his hand tightened around my neck, I knew his thoughts were the complete opposite—and if I’m being honest, so were mine.
He pulled away, and a thought quickly passed in my mind, but I subconsciously pushed it away as I played with my fingers. Archer must’ve noticed because he caressed my stomach and gazed at me lovingly.
“What are you thinking about, Princess?” he asked, and I bit my lip, debating whether or not I should tell him.
“I wish we fought more often these days…” I muttered softly.
He tilted his head in confusion. “Do you now?” he muttered.
I blushed as I let out a small sigh. “Yes, because now that I’ve accepted you are obsessed with me, we can’t have makeup or angry sex,” I mumbled, embarrassed and annoyed that I wanted it in the first place.
Archer paused. A smile broke out on his face as he effortlessly moved me to straddle his legs.
“First of all, what an interesting statement, I must say,” he muttered, placing a peck on my lips as he caressed my hips. I blushed tremendously and jumped as he grabbed my wrists in his hands and tightened them behind my back.
“And secondly, just because I love you, Princess… doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you like I don’t.”
My eyes widened at his words, and I stared at him in complete and utter shock. “...Huh?” I asked stupidly, as if I didn’t hear what he said.
He kissed my lips once again. “I said, Princess... Just because I love you, it doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you like I don’t…” he muttered with a shrug.
I furrowed my eyebrows as I attempted to pull my hands free; however, he wasn’t having any of it.
“Give me a fight if you want to, baby. It’ll all end the same anyhow…”
I looked at him, dumbfounded, and oddly enough, he was giving me a rather familiar look: the same look that he’d given me in the past when he was acting overpossessive and controlling.
I had to assume I would be rather snarky and defiant as I usually was when he was being overbearing, and as he waited for me to catch on to his rather impulsive but weirdly interesting and fun roleplay, I wiggled my arms in his hold as I snarled at him like I usually would when he was being unreasonable.
“Go to hell.”
“That all you got, Princess? Surely you’ve fought harder against me, even insisting you don’t belong to me,” he uttered, his hand snaking up my chest, causing me to shudder softly as he gripped my neck in his hand. My breath hitched slightly, and I gulped softly as my thighs tightened involuntarily.
“That’s because I don’t belong to you,” I breathed out. His eyes seemed to darken, not exactly a fan of my words. My heart raced slightly as his semi-playful demeanor seemed to vanish. Okay, are we still roleplaying or—
Letting out a yelp as he abruptly threw me face down onto the couch, I barely had enough time to register my ass being hoisted into the air and my bottoms being swiftly pulled down. Feeling his fingers against my soaking wet clit, I whined as he pinched at it with his two fingers as he looked down at me.
“You don’t belong to me? Is that right?” he asked.
I let out a strangled breath as two of his fingers dipped into my heat, immediately finding my G-spot as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.
He tilted his head as I moaned into the cushions, unable to formulate a sentence. He dipped his fingers deeper as my legs quivered.
“Come on, Princess... say it like you mean it,” he growled by my ear, and instead of responding in coherent sentences, another string of jumbled words left my mouth as he chuckled. Taking his fingers out of my cunt, I shuddered softly as he unzipped his pants, watching me possessively.
“Say you’re mine…” he muttered, lining up with my entrance as he wet his cock, rubbing the tip between my folds.
Biting my lip, I decided to keep the game going as I shook my head.
I waited for what seemed like a minute and was slightly confused. I went to look back to look at him when I gasped as he wrapped his hand in my hair and plunged himself inside of me out of nowhere. He pulled my hair back and kept a firm hand on my waist as he went faster.
The sounds of his cock drilling into me bounced off the walls of the room, and it only seemed to make him more aroused. Jerking my head back, he looked down at my face as I stared up at him, tears threatening to leave my eyes as he fucked me harder.
One lone tear left my eyes and he leaned down, kissing it away as his strokes never let up.
“Spoiled little princess, hmmm? I bet you like it when I stretch your little pussy,” he growled in my ears.
I whispered back softly, “I love it.”
A dark chuckle left his lips as he placed another kiss on top of my head. “Finally, giving me the answers I want to hear, baby. Too bad you’re still a spoiled little fucking brat.”
Trying to fight off the moan that surfaced from the back of my throat, I shook my head. “I-I’m not,” I rebutted, and he furrowed his eyebrows before he let go of my hair, throwing me down onto the couch. His hands grabbed at my waist as he forced my back to arch into the cushions as he continued fucking me with little to no mercy.
“Let me rephrase. You’re my little spoiled brat. Aren’t you, Princess?” he cooed, and to that, I had little to say, feeling my core get wetter at the thought of always being his spoiled princess.
Noticing my silence, he chuckled softly as I felt my release building, my legs twitching slightly as I tried to grab something to hold onto. One of his hands grabbed mine as he leaned over my body, and as if a dam had burst, my body contracted as he continued pounding me, overstimulating me.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, Princess? Something to calm those dirty little thoughts in your head, hmm?” he asked.
I gazed up at him, my eyes giving him the answer he wanted. It’s like I’ll never get enough of him and his dominating nature… I loved everything about it.
Slowly, he pulled out and pulled my shirt and bra over my head as my body shuddered in pleasure.
“You’re so good for me, baby. Good girl,” he muttered, and I bit my lip. He grabbed my hair as he stood up and stroked his cock.
“Open,” he ordered, and immediately, my mouth opened for him to stick his cock inside. He hummed as I relaxed my throat, allowing him to thrust deep inside of it.
“Nothing says you’re mine like forcing my cock down that little throat, huh, Princess?” he muttered, and I could only nod as he chuckled.
Tears pricked at my eyes as I looked up at him. He was being so mean. His hand tightened in my hair, but I could only feel myself getting wetter at his control over me.
I would never admit to him that this was enjoyable, but I was absolutely living for it. Given that my eyes were silently telling him that fact, me verbally saying it or refusing to wouldn’t make a difference, probably.
He pushed my head lower on his cock as my nose hit his skin, and he cooed softly.
“Such a pretty girl. Breathe through your nose, baby, it’s okay,” he muttered as my body quivered as I tried to move.
Eventually, he jerked my head back and I breathed in deeply as I wiped my face with shaky hands.
Immediately, his hands let go of my hair, and he brought me into his arms, placing small kisses on my face.
I smiled softly as he seemed to let go of the fun and deliciously dangerous roleplay.
Soon, he guided me to straddle his lap. I shuddered as he entered me once again, and I placed my hands on his chest as I moaned softly.
He kept his hands on my hips as he allowed me to set the pace. Moving my hips as he trailed his finger down my skin, he said, “You know you’re mine, right, baby?”
I could only giggle as I nodded.
“I’m yours…”
He hummed in satisfaction as he grabbed my jaw in his hand and placed a dominating kiss on my lips as I’d come undone once again.
Archer
Standing on the balcony, I looked over my shoulder briefly to see Delilah sleeping peacefully. I looked back over the railing and ran my hands down my face.
With all that’s been going on, I’ve been questioning how I haven’t actually lost my sanity yet. Not only were we dealing with Killian and his wrath… I was also going through a dilemma—one which I hadn’t told Delilah and which was eating me alive as I knew it would lead to another set of problems, all thanks to my idiot father.
Flashback
Sitting in my father’s office, I rolled my eyes as I watched him twirl his pen in his hand back and forth.
“Is there something you need, Father?” I asked, and he looked over at me, unamused.
“Archer, word has gone around, and it seems as though Papa Bear Killian is just a bit angry that you and Delilah are together, so to speak,” he muttered.
I tilted my head. “Your point is?” I asked, and he smiled.
“My point is, I’m not angry. In fact, it was bound to happen, especially with you being in love with her your entire life and all. You weren’t exactly discreet about it, son,” he muttered, standing, and I leaned back in the chair as he stood and walked over to the window.
“I commend you really. For as crazy as both Killian and I are... you still followed your heart,” he remarked.
I rolled my eyes once again as I stood, placing my hands in my pockets.
“I just realized I wasted my time coming here to see you. I’ll be going now if you don’t mind—” I began, and he cut me off.
“There is a bit of a dilemma I am having, though, son.”
I tilted my head to the side, and from the look on his face, I knew something was wrong.
“Which is?” I muttered.
He thought for a moment. “You know, your brother grew jealous of me choosing you to be my successor.”
I rolled my eyes. “I told both him and you that I didn’t care for the position, and somehow, your decision always makes me look like the bad guy.”
He gave a slight smirk before pouring himself a glass of whiskey and taking a sip.
“He grew jealous because he realized that you would get the position no matter what he did—and do you want to know why, son?” he asked, and I remained silent. “It’s because of Delilah .”
I furrowed my eyebrows. “What does she have to do with any of this?” I asked.
He shrugged. “Not much... you just need to marry her,” he answered, taking a sip of his drink.
The room seemed to grow colder at my father’s words. “Marry her?” I echoed, my voice filled with skepticism. “You’re serious?”
“You wouldn’t be head over heels for her if I wasn’t.” He shrugged and I clenched my fists, my father’s words echoing in my mind as I tried to process the absurdity of his words.
Marry Delilah? He made it sound like a simple business transaction, a way to secure power, keep our family’s wealthy legacy intact—but Delilah was more than a pawn in his twisted idea of a game.
“It’s rather easy and simple, really. Your brother’s envy is for good reason. You have something—someone—he can’t have… and it coincidentally gives you an advantage.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re suggesting I use her.”
My father set the glass down, eyeing me with a calculated look. “If that were the case, you’d be doing my job for me then.” My jaw clenched as he tilted his head. “Delilah is more than just a means to an end. But in this world, love and power are often intertwined.”
Standing only a foot in front of me, my father placed a hand on my shoulder.
“You may not care for the position, but you care for her. And that’s why you’ll do what needs to be done.”
Shrugging his hand off of me, I scoffed. “So, is this your subtle way of threatening me?”
“Call it what you will… just know if you don’t marry her, there will be consequences. You love her, and she loves you, apparently, so… this shouldn’t be much of a challenge, I would assume. Just make sure Papa Bear Killian doesn’t get in the way, and we should be good as gold, hmmm?” he proposed.
I turned away from him as I walked towards the door. “Fucking psychopath,” I muttered, and he chuckled as I left his office.
“That’s the spirit,” he responded.
I had to control my thoughts and anger as I entered the elevator. My father is practically forcing me to marry Delilah...
Obviously, I wanted to slip a ring on her finger the moment I met her… but this wasn’t right. I had to tell her, but how could I?
This all just seemed like some business deal over which I have no real control. At least, that’s how my father and her father will probably perceive it. And I had no argument, not when I couldn’t accept the idea of our love being fabricated, all to satisfy my father’s agenda.
And despite that revelation, despite me realizing I was groomed to love her, despite the bitter taste of my father’s manipulation lingering, I couldn’t see myself walking away from my princess… regardless of how our love is caught up in this intricate game of deceit and discretion .