Chapter 53
Three weeks later . . .
I’ve been working nonstop for weeks. We ran into some issues in one of our parent companies, with someone embezzling and selling company secrets.
It’s the most boring part of my job, but it means I’ve hardly spent any time with Bexley or my family.
I haven’t even seen my dad and Tommy despite them being back from their vacation, so when I get home, tired and ready to head to my office to continue working, I’m expecting chaos, but the house is empty.
“Where is everyone?” I ask as I put my shoes away, and the guard closest to me hands over my phone. Frowning, I scroll through the messages and images I’ve missed during my meetings as I wander to my office.
Sai Family Group Chat
Bexley was added to it the day after our date. She usually just sends GIFs or argues with Tommy, but it’s nice seeing her in there.
Bexley: I was bored, so I kidnapped your father, brother, and guards. We are at Terrace Park.
The amusement park with roller coasters? My eyebrows rise, and then I open some of the pictures and burst into laughter.
It’s one of those ride images. Bexley is in the center with her hands in the air, and next to her is my dad, who is screaming. My little brother is on her other side, laughing, and every other seat around the three of them is filled with our guards, all trying to stay stern-faced and failing.
Scrolling through the images, I find more of photo booths and rides. They are in teacups, boats, and even in the gift shop, dressing up. The last one is of them in matching hats and shirts, even my guards.
Chuckling, I quickly dial Dodge. He picks up a minute later. “Sir,” he says, and I hear screams behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“I am currently on a winning boat,” he mutters. “Your future wife is insane.” His voice is soft, though. They all have a soft spot for her.
“Are my dad and Tommy okay?” I ask.
“They are loving it,” he admits as gently as he can. “I’ll make sure they are okay, sir, so you can work.”
I look at my office and consider it before I change my mind. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Don’t tell them.” I hang up and call my brothers and head to them.
Life is too short to work to death while my girl and family are having fun. Instead, I join them with my brothers.
They all had an amazing day and went to bed exhausted.
I even had to carry Bexley to bed. I leave her in my room between my brothers and head back to my office to finish the work I missed this afternoon.
I don’t regret it. Watching them laugh and enjoy their day was worth it.
I haven’t seen Tommy or my father light up like that in such a long time.
Life is about sacrifice. I’ll work this hard if it means my family can spend every day like that, not worrying about anything but enjoying life.
Sitting heavily in my chair, I get to work, and hours later, a noise has my head jerking up.
Bexley is at the door, wearing my shirt and nothing else.
“I woke up and you were gone.” Leaning back in my chair, I open my arms, and she walks my way.
Sighing, I embrace her and bury my face in her shoulder, reclaiming my strength when all I want to do is sleep with her.
“Sorry, I have so much work to do,” I murmur. “Go back to bed. I’ll be up as soon as I can.”
“Is it because you skipped out to play with us today?” she asks, pulling away and stroking my cheeks. I love her when she’s soft and sleepy. I love fighting with her, but I love it when she takes care of me as well, especially since we are the only people who see this side of her.
I’m learning my little hellion wants to be spoiled and treated like a princess, but she has the mouth of a sailor and the reactions of an assassin. It’s just another reason I love her.
“Don’t worry about it, hellion, I can handle it. Go get some sleep.” I kiss her, but she grabs my cheek and deepens it. “Hellion,” I whisper when I pull away. Hunger steals the rest of my words, but I swallow it back. This isn’t just about sex with us, and I never want her to think that.
“I’m awake,” she murmurs as she licks my lips, making my self-control fritz.
“And you need a break. You need to let go for a moment.” She bites my lip, and I let out a grunt as my cock hardens.
“Let me help.” Her breathy plea has me rising with her in my arms, despite all my good intentions, and I walk around my desk, but I don’t make it far because she sucks and licks my neck, and I can’t take it anymore.
Dropping her on her feet, I spin her and press her against my office door.
She presses her perfect ass back, taunting me, and the smirk she throws over my shoulder tells me she knows exactly what she is doing.
Smacking her ass, I watch her eyes flare in hunger, so I do it again, watching it jiggle.
I do it again and again, harder each time, until her creamy ass is red from my touch and she’s pressed to the wall, moaning softly.
“Kane,” she murmurs. “Fuck, that feels good. Do it harder.”
I never have to be told twice. I stop holding back and give her the full force of my hand.
The resounding smack is so loud, I wonder if I went too far, but the breathy moan she lets out tells me otherwise, so I do it again, kicking her legs open so when I smack her, I catch her pussy.
She pushes back, dripping for me, and I can’t do it anymore.
“Hold onto this,” I snarl, lifting her hand until she grips the ridge in the door. I lift one of her legs and press her knee to the door, then I bury myself inside her in one swift thrust.
She cries out, trying to pull away, but I pin her and slowly pull out before I thrust back in. Each time, my hips hit her perfect ass and my marks, the pain mixing with her pleasure as I speed up.
She wanted to be fucked, and that’s exactly what she’ll get, but I should have known my girl gives as good as she gets.
She kicks back, and I stumble, grabbing a table and knocking it over as I go.
There is a crash, but then she’s on me, sinking down my length again.
I roll us and thrust deeper until she cries out, but we roll again, this time hitting the bookcase.
I hear it wobble, and then books start to fall.
Lifting my arm, I block any from hitting her, ignoring the sharp pain as I roll us back the other way, pin her, and fuck her hard and fast as she laughs below me.
Her arms drape around my neck as she grins at me, and before I can react, she flips me over her head.
I hit the floor hard, shaking off the confusion, and then my face is pressed to the wood as she slides her hand down my back, across my ass, and then to my wet cock.
“I like you like this,” she admits, biting my ear.
“All that perfect civilization is stripped away for me, and nothing but the beast is left. I’m not afraid of you though. It gets me hot. Stop holding back.”
I knock her back, and when she tries to crawl away, I drag her to me with one hand and impale her on my length. She claws at the floor as I kneel behind her on all fours and take her harder than I ever have.
She’s just as wild as I am, meeting me thrust for thrust. The room is wrecked around us, but neither of us care.
We only worry about getting our pleasure from one another, and when it becomes too much, she shatters with a scream.
Her perfect cunt clenches around me, milking my cock until I let go with a yell.
My back bows, and I pin us to the floor, my dick buried deep as she pants and whines.
I kiss her face and neck until I can move, then I pull free and kneel, watching my cum drip from her pretty pussy.
The sight is so fucking sexy, I reach for my phone and snap a picture, then I send it to my brothers before gathering her in my arms. She sighs happily, curling up as I wrap a blanket around her before sitting in my chair.
Her head notches on my chest, her smile small but happy. “Sleep now, hellion.”
Kissing her softly, I swallow her hum of agreement and stroke her back as she closes her eyes and gets comfy. Not ten minutes later, she’s asleep, and I move my mouse until my computer comes back to life.
I work around her, happy to have her here with me, even if she’s asleep. It’s nice not to be alone, for someone to see me and how hard I’m trying to understand.
Everything I do is for this family, but her?
She’s all mine.
“Where are we?” I grumble for the tenth time.
My girl knows I have control issues, but she doesn’t care as she grips my hand and leads me blindfolded down what feels like stairs.
The floor is squishy, so carpet maybe? I didn’t have much choice other than to follow.
She kidnapped me from my office, tied me up, and blindfolded me—not that I care.
I’d happily let her kidnap me any day. I’m just hoping it ends with her with the blindfold on.
“Stop moaning,” she says as the floor changes to what feels like hardwood, and then she helps me up some stairs before letting go.
“Hellion?” I call when I no longer feel her touch. My voice seems to echo, and that makes me frown, my hands itching to reach for a weapon.
“Okay, you can look.” Her voice is soft and faraway.
Reaching up, I yank down the blindfold and frown.
I’m standing on a wooden stage, and she’s sitting in the front row of what looks to be a theater.
As I take in the gilded molding and upper boxes, I realize it’s the Palace Theater, which is usually filled with performances every night of the week.
Not tonight. It’s empty, and there is a spotlight shining to my left. When I turn, I find a Steinway there.
“Bexley?” I ask, even as my fingers twitch, aching to caress the keys.
It’s been too long since I played. Between the kidnapping and then her coming into my life, I haven’t had a chance to indulge in my guilty pleasure, not to mention the occasional ringing I still have in my ear from Butcher’s knife, which makes me think I wouldn’t be able to play as well.
“I wondered why your fingers were always tapping until Neo told me. You dreamed of playing professionally, but you might never get to do that since you’re so dedicated to your family.
I figured I could give you one night, one performance, with me as your audience.
Play for me, Kane, and live your dream.”
I look from her to the piano and back again.
Neo told her? For a moment, I’m back to being thirteen years old and told by my teacher that I’m a prodigy.
My father was so happy but also scared to dash that dream away.
It was only two years later when I realized that would never happen.
My family needed me. I had a duty I was born in to.
I didn’t have the luxury of chasing that dream, but as I stare into my girl’s hopeful gaze, I know she’s trying to give that back to me.
I wander over to the piano and sit, unbuttoning my jacket as I do so. My fingers reach out to caress the keys. “I haven’t played in a long time. It might not even sound the same with my ear—”
“Stop making excuses. I can tell you love it. You might never get to perform around the world, but I want you to perform for me for the rest of our lives, starting tonight. Come on, baby, show me what you’ve got.”
Unable to deny her or the need to play, I sit taller as I press the first key, and it comes back.
Before I know it, music fills the empty theater.
It’s a piece I practiced many times with my teacher.
I have to adjust with my ringing ear, but before long, my eyes are closing, and I pour myself into the song.
When it’s over, the last note dying, clapping makes my eyes open, and I turn to find Bexley on her feet, cheering loudly.
She grabs a huge bouquet of flowers from the seat next to her, hops onto the stage, strides over to me, and lays it on top of the piano.
“I don’t know much about piano music, but even I know that was incredible.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and tug her between my legs on the bench, leaning my chin against her shoulder. “Thank you.”
“Always,” she murmurs, pressing into me. “Play me another piece?”
My smile is genuine as I reach for her hands and press them to the keys. “Let’s play it together.”
In the empty theater I once dreamed of performing in, I play my final song with the woman I love. The younger me achieves his dream, if only for a night, and it’s all thanks to her.