Chapter 24 Mikail
MIKAIL
Fucking Paris.
It offered me a glimpse into the life I could have, and I don’t know if I want to erase this city from the face of the earth or raise a statue in its honor.
I haven’t just lost my mind. My need for this woman shattered it completely. Like a thief, I want to steal a few more moments with her, undisturbed, and give in to my desires. Shamelessly.
But damn, between the talks, laughter, fucking, and exploring this city, I’ve felt alive like never before. Happy. Content.
We spent our days discovering Paris on foot and shopping. I don’t even know if all the stuff can fit in the jet’s cargo. Dozens of bags of shoes, purses, clothes, and perfumes lay scattered in the suite’s living room waiting for the hotel staff to carry them out.
I rented a van so the driver could bring them to the jet.
“I’ll miss Paris and the Eiffel Tower. It just has something,” she whispers by the window, engrossed in the view.
I lock my arms around her belly and place my chin on her shoulder. Every moment I don’t touch her only deepens my obsession. For the sake of my mental health, every waking moment I must have my hands, lips, or cock in her.
She giggles, enjoying my inability to stay away, because she loves to drive me insane. She roped me in, thrust the lance in my soul and anchored me to her.
“I’ll build you one back home,” I promise.
She turns in my arms, slapping my chest playfully and shaking her head at me with a radiant smile. “You would.”
What can I say? When it comes to her, I can’t stop myself from giving her everything she desires.
Interlinking our hands, I walk her out while she looks over her shoulder one last time, the melancholic look twisting my heart.
It takes everything in me not to reveal the surprise. Instead, I kiss her, and that redirects her attention. I get drunk on the power I have over her, making me feel on top of the world.
Inside the car, she leans her cheek against my shoulder while I brush my arm up and down her side.
Dahlia notices that the ride to the airport takes longer than expected. She sits up straighter, watching as the landscape changes to lush green.
“Where are we going?” she murmurs just in time for Versailles to open in front of us in all its splendor.
I rented the palace for a night, and she blinks, staring dumbfounded from me back to the palace.
I don’t even know why it keeps surprising her when I live to spoil her.
“It’s Versailles. Oh, my God.” She squeals.
“Don’t give him credit,” I grumble.
She pats her chest in fake apology. “How dare I?” She nudges me. “Wanting to feel like a king?”
Cupping the back of her neck, I bring her mouth an inch apart from mine. “No, want to make you feel like a queen while I fuck you like my mistress.”
A shiver runs down her spine, inflating my ego. She turns into mush when I have my hands on her. I’ve taken her so many times, yet my depravity knows no bounds. The more she likes me dominating her, the more I love how beautifully she submits to my incessant lust.
Tilting her head, she bats her lashes at me. “I can fill both roles.”
“Of course you do,” I groan low in my throat. “My woman.”
The air inside the car turns combustible with desire.
Her eyes spark, lighting the match. “Your good girl.”
The blood in my veins carries gasoline. “And perfect slut.”
The driver stops, dosing the rampant lust, for now. Escaping the sensuous web I constantly find myself in proves more difficult with each passing day.
Will I ever be able to function like before? I doubt it, but I wouldn’t change a thing.
Work is duty and responsibility.
Dahlia is life and delight.
It’s an obvious choice, but sadly, I must make the duality work.
Outside, she shields her eyes from the blinding sun, taking in the perfectly manicured gardens.
I thought I had an ego problem, but the Sun King surpasses it with the grandeur of this place.
As the concierge brings our luggage inside, I follow her as she walks down the path, stopping every few feet, awing and oohing.
Not liking that her attention is somewhere else, I clear my throat.
She eyes me with a serious look. “Who’s greedy now?”
I arch a brow at her, and the most radiant smile greets me back.
You might have been a true king, but I am the true winner. I have my personal sun that shines the brightest just for me.
Gathering her in my arms, I twirl her around, sweeping us into a land of dreams for the taking.
“Can you imagine what it was like back then?” she asks, seeming lost in a different time.
“Stinky as fuck.”
She rolls her eyes at me for destroying her romantic view.
“They invented perfume in France to hide the stench of piss and shit in the Palace. Flowers were gifted to mask the stench. What people see as romantic now used to be practical then,” I say, recounting facts.
She plays with the ends of my hair. “That didn’t keep humans from fucking.”
“No, I think nothing could.”
Her delicate brows furrow. “Hmm, I feel for the situation of the royalty back then. Duty above love…” she says, looking forlorn.
I rest my forehead on hers, inhaling her sweet scent. “Nothing is greater than love. Empires fell, kings abdicated. Entire lines ended because someone would always pick the ones they loved.”
She seeks my eyes. “What would you have chosen?”
“I doubt I would have had much of a choice even then.”
She nods, pleased with my answer. Then, she slips out of my hold, dragging me toward the palace.
“It’s ours for tonight. No need to rush.”
She stretches out her arm and sweeps it around. “This place is enormous, and I want to see the Hall of Mirrors.”
“You’ll see it,” I say smugly.
Money doesn’t buy happiness, but it paves the road in decadence. It buys silence when needed, discretion when wanted, and gives you experiences you wouldn’t get otherwise. And I am taking full advantage of that.
I have to give this place some credit. From the stunning architecture to the lush gardens and golden fountains, it’s the embodiment of grandeur. In one word, opulent.
Inside the suite fit for royalty, she gasps at the historic furniture, preserving the original spirit, but still ensuring today’s comfort. She runs toward the bed, hopping on it.
Her entire face lights up, and I pluck out my phone to snap a photo of her. I have two albums stored. One with dirty pictures and the one to preserve moments like this one when I capture her in a state of utter delight, making me feel like a better man than I am.
Jumping off it, she touches everything with finesse, before she halts in front of the window and looks at the gardens.
“You can’t top this...” she breathes out, entranced.
That’s a challenge I am eager to accept.
“Hmm, we’ll see.”
She rewards my confident statement with another bright smile before she rushes to change.
She wears a puffy pink dress and sandals. The golden jewelry decorates her neck, ears, and wrist. She looks stunning. A royalty of her own. But I’d find her exquisite even if she were a shopping bag.
She sashays to me as if walking on pure confidence. “This place deserves the best.”
“You being here makes it worthy.”
She tilts her head, a flirtatious gleam sparkling in her eyes. “Do you want to get in my panties?”
I cock my head, shoving my hands in my pants not to maul her. “Why? Would you stop me otherwise?”
“Would you take me even if I say no…”
This is a dangerous game. I don’t know who’s pushing whom to cross limits. I want to fulfill all her fantasies, so I say, “Run, hide, but I’ll still fuck you once I catch you. Cry no, while I fuck all the yesses from your mouth.”
“Mika…?” she asks, sounding unsure.
I cut the distance between us and lift her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Talk to me. I need your words, baby girl.”
A line digs between her brows. “Is this normal? That I want you to fuck me as if I have no choice…”
“Don’t question what’s normal.” I cup her face, needing to erase whatever plagues her. “Do you feel safe with me?”
Her face scrunches up. “I only feel safe with you. Don’t ask me that again.”
“That means you feel safe exploring that kink with me. You lived it once where you had no control. Now, you want to take back your power, change the outcome. It’s your scenario. See the difference?”
She nods, and I kiss the top of her head.
“You don’t think it’s sick?” she whispers.
I press my groin against her belly. “Does this feel sick?”
A peal of giggles rolls out of her. “No.”
“Good. Now let’s go put some food in your belly first.”
The first catches her attention. Her eyes widen into two liquid pools of desire.
Keeping her on edge makes me a bastard. I am perfectly aware of that, but I love to see her squirm, not knowing when it will happen. The moment I snap, and take her.
After lunch, we spent the next hours having a tour of the palace, sipping from glasses of champagne.
We’re now in the famous Hall of Mirrors. She stares amazed at the grand Baroque gallery. Impressive crystal chandeliers drip from the ceiling, with 357 mirrors surrounding us. The mirrored walls reflect the gilded sculptures and intricate ceiling frescoes, making the room appear endless.
Her awed gasp echoes around us as she twirls around, trying to capture the impressions. I watch her enraptured––not caring if this could be the only glimpse of this place I’ll ever have. I wouldn’t lose the moment to watch her. Her reactions fascinate me more than anything else.
“Wow,” she says, pushing herself out of the trance. Her heels clack on the polished floor as she inches further, but I stay in place, studying her reflection in every single mirror.
I doubt I could ever forget this dreamlike moment, but I still snap a picture of her just in time for her to tip her head back and palm her heart.
“I love you,” she whispers, emotions clear in her tone.
It’s like these mirrors transport sound, hitting me like a bolt of lightning right in the chest. Her words reverberate through me, making me weak in the knees.
I am not even aware if I snap another picture or not. The phone slips from my hand, clanking on the floor––boneless, just like how she makes me feel. I don’t bother retrieving it as I rush to her, urgency driving me.
I lift her up by her waist, kissing her breathless.
“Tell me again,” I urge her, desperate to feed my famished heart.
“I love you. Timelessly. Endlessly.” She smiles, caressing the side of my face.
Her eyes sparkle more than any emerald, brightening my entire being.
Our eyes lock, and I place my forehead against hers. “I’m madly in love with you. You’re the beginning of my life, the end of my misery, malishka.”
She cries softly. I guess it’s the happy ones. I know that because she said there’s a difference between sad and happy tears.
I would prefer she didn’t cry at all, but I’d always choose the happy ones.
I can’t take my eyes off her, burning up for her.
Tonight I am testing her limits like never before.
Tonight, I’ll chase her and fuck her like a savage.
Tonight, I am taking the last virgin hole.
If I am a king, then I am the king of beasts.
I can be patient for a few more hours. It will be worth it.
We can do whatever she wants for the rest of the day. Later, her ass is mine. Quite literal. She’s mine to chase, own, fuck, and consume.
“I love you. Never forget it,” I say and kiss her.
“How could I?” she sighs dreamily.
“Good, because whatever happens. Regardless of how I take and fuck you. I want you to remember I worship you. I live to please you.”