Chapter 14 Mikail
MIKAIL
On the drive home, she falls asleep, and I can’t stop glancing at her.
I’ve never felt this ease that wraps around my chest. Even my brain is still, unburdened by the agony that has been my steady companion for so many years.
This woman is my sole solace in my constant tug of war with my inner demons.
The guards rush to open the gates, avoiding eye contact. Fuck. I have lost my mind. What I am doing is plain stupid, dangerous on all accounts, but it’s like I sealed my fate and dismissed the implications. I know the consequences will be deadly.
I can’t find it in me to care. I’d rather take these few days with her, living for the first time in my life than return to pitch darkness.
It’s impossible to stop myself from giving in, indulging in the forbidden.
Her siren call drags me deeper into her scintillating lair, turning me into a willing captive—drowning in her sweet kisses.
I have no power when it comes to her—incapable of fighting my feelings for her.
Parking, I rush to her side to open the door. I gather her in my arms, holding her like my precious treasure as if daring someone to steal her from me.
The men patrolling appear like dark shadows under the artificial lights posted like sentinels all around the property.
Only one guard needs to inform Enzo about this compromising position. I have no excuse for why I am carrying her, where we disappeared to. There’s a difference between watching over her and spending so much time with her.
If the truth is revealed, my reign will crumble. All the hard work, all the achievements and even our brotherhood would disintegrate before my eyes.
Dahlia sighs contentedly in my arms that tighten around her. For a moment, I think of putting her back in the car, driving toward an unknown destination where we could live unbothered. But I could never rest knowing my enemies would jump at the opportunity to hunt me down, try to take her from me.
The power I seized was to protect the woman in my arms. I can’t be that selfish. I refuse to. Even if it costs me my happiness, my sanity, my heart. The present comfort will turn into a future hell.
Bringing her inside, I carry her up the stairs. She weighs almost nothing, or maybe I was built this strong to hold her. I don’t doubt that fact.
Cradling her in the crook of my arm, I turn the handle and lay her on the bed. I undress her carefully so as not to wake her up. Even in sleep, she calls my name, completely ruining me.
Hurrying to the bathroom, I put a washcloth under the faucet and wet it before returning to her, cleaning between her legs.
I came two times, but after such a long hibernation, it’s not enough, needing to pour every bit of cum into her pussy that glistens with our juices, sticking to her thighs.
I groan, not liking to erase the evidence, but I know I must. As I clean her, she hisses, surely sore.
A smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth as I gaze at my sweet rapture and heavenly perdition—my mad obsession and personal undoing in one tiny being who holds all the power. She might be innocent, but my girl also has a filthy mind and loves to be ravished solely by me.
I didn’t even plan to come down her throat, but like always, she cracks my control. It will be so much fun to punish her for that. At the thought alone, my cock throbs and my palm itches with the possibilities.
I am too pumped up to sleep, so I tiptoe into the bathroom.
In the shower, the water cascades down my body before I snatch the towel from the rack, needing to return to her—feel her close. She’s the high I will chase and die for another euphoric kick. My addiction will cost me my life and snatch my soul.
It’s not necessarily an epiphany, but the fucker might as well write that on my tombstone.
Slipping under the covers, Dahlia instinctively inches toward me, and I wrap my arm around her belly, drawing her to my chest.
I close my eyes, savoring this unmatched peace as my brain spins a dream of her, of family. It’s her for me or no one else.
The abyss stretches under my feet, every inch bringing me closer to my downfall. One wrong step and it will swallow me. Then so be it. I will fall with outstretched arms.
A gentle kiss pulls me out of my reverie. I sense her rolling out of bed, and my arm shoots out to her, snatching her back to me.
She giggles—the sound rings of divine music in the ears of the biggest sinner.
“Where were you going?” I ask, my voice groggy with sleep and gruff with demand.
She palms my chest. “To shower, letting you sleep a while longer. But I see you’re wide awake.” The vixen smiles, staring at my cock that tents the covers as if coaxing her inside to play.
“Do you always sleep naked?” she murmurs, her pupils dilating.
Chest heaving with her rapid breathing, the pulse in her neck flickers. Her body betrays her lust so beautifully that it increases mine.
At the visual, my cock gets bigger, eager to slip inside her folds and ruin her for anyone else.
She must be sore. Get a grip, motherfucker. You’ll have your fun.
Only the thought douses my insides in kerosene, flaming me up.
“Yes,” I groan. “And so will you in my bed.”
She hums. “Bossy.”
I cross my arms behind my neck, smirking. “You knew that, and it didn’t stop you. You get what you want, but I take what I want.”
A blush covers her cheeks. After this week in my bed, it will completely disappear.
I shouldn’t love the idea of corrupting her this much, but I do. It is blatantly clear. Sinners corrupt, and innocents surrender to the alluring pull. Temptation drives people to sin. Surely that’s why hell is full.
Even in the afterlife, I want to bind her to me.
Her stomach growls, and she palms her belly, redirecting my focus to feeding my woman.
“Come on. Clean up and then food,” I suggest, rolling out of bed.
“Will you bathe with me?” she asks softly, the hope in her voice unmistakable.
One week. One fucking week. It won’t be enough to sustain me, but I doubt even eternity with her would.
“We’ll do it all,” I say, like I vow, stretching out my hand for her.
She catches the unspoken words, both of us aware but ignoring that time is running out.
Dahlia grips mine, and I pull her to my chest, fitting perfectly like it’s her place.
She cranes her neck, looking up at me. “I want to visit your home.”
I should write a list to make sure I don’t forget anything she wants. This week she’ll get whatever her heart desires.
“Done.”
She chews on her lower lip. “Maybe we should be more careful and not draw attention.”
“Leave it to me,” I say, cupping her chin and rubbing my thumb along her soft cheek to reassure her. Delirium infects my brain, and I couldn’t care less.
Walking toward the bathroom, she sways her hips in front of me. I catch up, smacking her ass, the contact making her yelp. Seeing the print there turns me into a madman—more animal than human. Rein yourself in. But damn, I don’t know how and if I can.
Turning on the water in the tub, I rummage through the cabinet and find some scented oils, then squirt some in.
It’s a clawfoot tub, which I doubt can fit us both.
She glances from it to me and sighs. “Do you think we can fit?”
I wink at her, “I’ll make it so.”
She slaps my chest playfully at the innuendo. Smirking, I reach out my hand to help her in. That puts the smile I crave back on her face. She waits for me to slip in first. Leaning back, I lift my knees, and she lies back on my chest, her feet stretching out.
Giving in to the serenity of this moment, I squirt some shower gel on her chest. Kneading her breasts, I lower my hand down her belly and between her legs.
She sucks in a breath when I push my fingers inside of her, cleaning her up. She’s so damn wet, and it has nothing to do with the water. So damn responsive.
She buries her face in the crook of my neck, biting into it. “Please…”
My girl is so sweet when she begs. It will be a recurring thing.
“You’re sore.” I remind her as much as I do myself.
“I don’t care,” she whines.
My cock juts out between her thighs, wanting to be where my fingers are. I ignore it once again, continuing to clean her. My need to care for her overpowers the desire thrumming under my skin.
When her eyes find mine, they’re glazed over as if she’s drunk. I love how desperate she is for my cock.
That’s my cue to stand up before her desire overpowers my reason.
She gasps. “You’re leaving me like this?”
I chuckle. You’d think I did the most preposterous thing possible.
This occurrence will be an exception, but she doesn’t need to know that yet, wanting her on her toes.
Her incredulity is adorable.
“Yes.”
“Why?” She pouts like the spoiled princess I turned her into.
“I want you fucking desperate for my cock, that’s why. Conditioned to be my perfect slut.” I wrap my hand around her neck. “I warned you, Dahlia.”
She wets her lips, surprising me when she cups my hard dick. “He’s on my side.”
She winks over her shoulder as she snatches a bathrobe from the peg on the door, looking like the queen of my life that she is.
Water drips from me, leaving a trail behind, not caring but to reach her. The top of her head barely touches my neck, my body towering over her.
She eyes me with pure hunger. “I love the size difference.”
Me fucking too.
“Get dressed. We’ll be late for breakfast.”
I smack her ass again, and she takes off as I wrap a towel around my hips.
“You’re obsessed with my ass,” she says as she puts on another thong that won’t survive the day.
“I’m obsessed with every perfect inch of you,” I give, stalking toward her.
“No need to charm me, you know,” she teases.
“I haven’t even started.” With a finger, I tilt her face to take her mouth in a passionate kiss that only leaves us hungry for more. But the delayed gratification will make the sex even more explosive.
Letting her change, I slip out, coming face to face with a staff member.
The maid scurries away, but not before I saw recognition flare in her eyes from which room I emerged.