21. Zeiden
TWENTY-ONE
zeiden
My small temporary apartment wasn’t far up the stairwell. Marriage. I had just proposed to a woman that I’d only just met, and fuck, nothing had ever felt so right in my entire life.
The judge had been my own indulgence. I had wanted to kill him the second I saw him look at what was mine. There had been no reason to kill him. I hadn’t actually given a shit about information. I could already see the answers. The patterns and where it all led. But this had been personal and it had felt more important to let my dove have her own revenge. Hadn’t she needed it? She seemed to have needed it.
“Zeiden, you didn’t answer me. How did I do?”
I heard her words, but nothing about her actually cared. I was certain of it. This was all about those daddy issues. All about the fact that no one had ever told her she was approved of. Fucking hell if that didn’t hurt. Except me. I’d told her. I always had my boys, and until now, she’d had no one.
I squeezed my hand over her bare thigh. She had me.
“Little dove, you made it look like a work of art.”
I stopped walking, holding her up on my shoulder as I slid my finger over the pad on the first biometric lock to get onto my floor. The door clicked shut behind me and I moved down the long hallway to a single door where a keypad needed a code and then a biometric check. The one thing I’d gotten good at was paranoia. This had been my first chance to really figure out security. This had been our first fort. Our first step out of the hell that had been the rundown hood, now finally demolished and ready for a foundation to be poured for a youth center.
Shit had changed so much since this place. I hated change, except when I could see all the good it would do. Somehow, in the middle of my hatred for change, Daisy had found a way to reach around that panic. She was the needed change in my life, and I had never realized just what had always felt off. It was not having her.
“Zeiden, put me down. I can’t see your face, and as hot as your ass is? Well, just put me down.”
I was too far in my head. All the plans I needed to act on coming in a wave of inspiration. My first prize on this list? My beautiful angel that I would get to keep forever.
The bathroom wasn’t more than a few feet past the door, and once there, I flicked the light on and reached into the glass-and-stone shower, twisting the knob to let the water flow freely. The calming sound of the rainfall heads instantly filled the room, and I finally pulled her off my shoulder while keeping her in my grasp. She was my everything.
I shifted her in my arms, keeping her feet off the ground as we stepped into the spray.
“Zeid, what are you doing? This dress…” She trailed off when I leaned her head under the spray and started to rinse her hair, letting my fingers play through the strands.
“The dress is ruined, Daisy. I will buy you plenty more if that is what you like.” I said it and I meant it. Whatever this woman wanted, I would do it. Whatever made her know that she was mine and I was forever hers.
“It’s okay, Zeid. Oh god, that feels amazing.”
Her body was pressed against mine as red trailed down the drain. Wasn’t the first time this shower had run red.
The blood was caked in her hair and down her neck, and as I chipped away at it, I processed her words.
“What is okay, dove?”
I kept my fingers rubbing against her scalp, combing through her hair because she seemed to love the way they tangled in the strands. The way she moaned had my cock hardening.
“It’s okay if you can’t afford to keep up with my old life. I never wanted it. I don’t want it now.”
Moments passed while I kept my fingers moving, loving the little moans, and my cock continued to grow harder and pressed against my wet and now tight pants.
Her skin, smooth and glistening wet, called to me, and I leaned in to taste her before placing kiss after kiss. I wrapped her wet strands around my hand and pulled her head back, pausing my need for her for just a moment.
“Daisy, just because we look the way we do and your father believes us all to be lowlifes doesn’t mean we fit anything you know. There is quite literally a chance my boys and I have far more money than your father has ever seen. And for all the bad we do, there is a lot of good. We take care of our own. I will take care of you. Now, little dove, spread those legs for me.”
Backing her into the wall, I moved my free hand over her wet dress, pulling at the hem of it. The fabric stuck to her body and it pissed me off.
Letting her hair go, I reached for my blade in my boot and flipped it open.
I sunk down onto my knees, slowly tracing my hands over her body, getting a front-row seat to the way her breasts moved with every rapid breath.
Everything was quiet around us, no sound but the water. I noticed how she followed the knife, and I couldn’t wait to see how wet her pussy was. “What would your daddy say, little dove, if he knew how much you liked my knife on you?”
She didn’t say anything, and I went back to my little project. The metal of the knife blade would have been cold over her now warmed skin as I moved it along her thigh, careful to keep the edge from cutting her.
The sharp blade caught the fabric at the hem and sliced through it like paper. Inch by inch I slid the blade higher and higher, the fabric splitting away as I cut the fibers, revealing my prize below. She tempted me and I lost all logic with her. She broke all my resolve. Her soft skin called to me as I chased the blade with my lips. I kissed the skin as the fabric split away, kissing a trail up her thigh, her stomach.
The lacy fabric of the bra was the only thing between me and every inch of her body.
Keeping her eyes on mine, I smirked and pulled the knife through, freeing her perky breasts.
“Beautiful.” I used the tip of the blade to push the scraps of fabric off her shoulder. She did the rest, letting it all fall to the shower floor.
She didn’t move, but the way her breasts rose and fell? The hard peaks of her nipples? She was watching my every move. I liked seeing this side of her coming out. The side of her that had confidence. But then there was the soft little side where she needed me to give her reassurance.
“You are a good girl, aren’t you?”
I ran the backs of my fingers over her cheek.
“Yes.” Her voice was breathless as her eyes closed.
“Tell me, dove. What do you want me to do?”
It might have been fucked up, or maybe this was normal, but I could stand here and listen to her breathe all night if I didn’t have to get onto our other plans.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she slipped her hands to my waist and fumbled with the buckle of my belt.
The moment her fingers brushed over the skin of my stomach, I couldn’t stop the way my muscles flexed in response or how my cock twitched in anticipation. Greedy bastard.
“I want you, Zeiden. I want you to claim me. Show me that I’m yours and only ever yours.”
I dropped the knife on the small shelf to the side of us, freeing my hands to run over her. I feathered my fingers over her sides, moving up and up, pushing her arms up and over her head. I gripped both wrists with one hand.
“You are fucking perfect, Daisy.”
I claimed her lips hard and rough as I slid my free hand between her legs. I slipped a finger between her folds, pausing at her clit where I spent several seconds playing with her sensitive little nub until her hands fought against my hold.
I slipped my fingers lower, finding her already slick and ready for me. My cock twitched against the confines of my pants. Patience.
I circled my finger over her tight entrance, waiting for her to beg me to stop. Her next little whimper against my lips was all I needed.
Slipping two fingers in at the same time, I stretched her quickly. I had been here only an hour ago; she was ready for me.
I broke the kiss.
“Your body was made for me. Every little quiver is for me. Every shudder is mine. Fuck, Daisy. The idea of anyone ever touching you, ever…”
I claimed her mouth again as I released her hands and slipped mine from her dripping pussy. She wrapped them around my neck, the weight of her telling me that she fought to hold herself up. I freed my cock in seconds, ready to ease the pain of wanting for both of us.
Unwrapping her arms from my neck, I twirled her around, placing her hands on the wall. This was a new view of my dove, and fuck if I could be any fucking harder. I ran my hand from the nape of her neck, down her spine, over her ass. I spanked her once, loving the squeak she let out.
Before she could scold me or praise me, I was already kicking her feet wider and pulling her hips up, moving her against my cock until the crown was lined up with her slick little cunt.
I pushed through her entrance, loving the way her body was so fucking ready for me. In one quick thrust I buried myself deep. Deeper than I’d ever been.
“Fuck, dove. Your pussy feels like home.”
She cried out the moment I pulled out of her, her tight muscle trying to hold onto me, trying to suck me back in on her terms, but I lingered a second and then slammed back in, loving the way she cried out.
“Zeiden. Yes. More, please. Fuck me.”
Just my name on her lips was all I needed, but the way she asked me so nicely? I retreated just to slam back inside her again and again. I held her hips tightly against me so that I could do with her as I pleased. I could give her the pleasure she craved. I could fuck her harder and harder like I needed.
The water splashed over us, and her groans and gasps and whimpers filled my mind, pushing away all my demons. She was my every fantasy.
I slipped one hand around her hip and down between her legs. I slid my finger against the swollen bud there and stroked her in time with my thrusts.
She rewarded me when the walls of her pussy clamped down on my cock and I felt her legs quiver. My grip tightened on her hip because now it was my turn. I fucked harder. Her walls spasmed around me, growing tighter, and fucking hell if it didn’t feel like the greatest pleasure. One more thrust and hearing the way her cries had turned into little mews had me losing myself on my last thrust and spilling deep inside her.
My chest heaved as I felt my cock spasm within her, knowing that she was full of my seed and only ever mine.