Chapter 31 Dahlia
DAHLIA
This man bewitches me, casting a spell over my being—owning my every beat, consuming every bit of my attention, arousing each of my senses. Demanding my all.
Water glides over his ripped body. He appears like a work of art handcrafted by the god of temptation himself. Displayed for my hungry eyes in all his magnificent glory, saliva gathers in my mouth, forgetting my game of seduction.
With a will that is beyond my understanding, I remain rooted in place, not wanting to make it that easy for him.
The smirk arching those sinful lips of his is a dead giveaway. He knows I have trouble staying put when all I want is for him to fold, twist, and mold me to him.
Placing my arms on the edge of the pool, I rest my chin on them, openly gawking at him.
Every breath he inhales makes the planes of his muscles ripple. He’s a breathing marble statue with the strength and elegance of a deadly predator.
I roll my eyes at him, and he chuckles, brushing his knuckles over his tattooed chest and palming the dahlia. Potent emotions hold me in a chokehold. “Is it mine?”
“It has always been just yours. Will die beating for you.” He says it like a vow.
“Good to know,” I smile, the reality of us makes me believe dreams come true.
“You tease. I think you need a reminder of what it means to be mine.” His tone drops low enough for a tremor to rock me, awakening a torrent of desires to sweep through me.
I lick my lips, murmuring, “Hmm, yeah, I think you need to refresh my memory.”
Ecstatic. That’s what I feel. This connection between us is soaked in familiarity, dripping with intimacy, bubbling with playfulness. It’s primal, it’s natural. It’s us.
I am so focused on his next move that I barely register the few guards roaming along the perimeter. He flicks his wrist and with that gesture they scatter away.
If I had any doubt, I am sure now. If he doesn’t want his men to be around, it means things will get heated.
I am split between wanting to climb out of his pool and drop in his lap, and wanting to test him a bit more, watching him break apart at the seams.
It’s nothing short of magnificent when I shatter his control. I am the only one he’d break any rules or cross any boundaries for. Lie, cheat, kill with zero remorse. He bends his code of conduct for me just like he loves to bend me over.
He lowers his hand and runs his thumb along the waistband of his swimming trunks, but it’s his big, thick cock tenting them that has me sucking in a breath. Just like that, the ache in my core throbs, intensifying. My insides liquefy to lava, needing him to ease this constant ache.
Addiction wouldn’t even come close to what this is.
I am high on his presence alone. His kisses are the ecstasy that paints my life in bright colors.
His touches are the speed making my heart pump blood faster through my veins.
And like the addict I am, I crave it all, demand everything, forever destined to teeter on the edge of delirium. Anything not to face withdrawal.
But two can play. Smiling at him, I slip off one strap.
I hold his gaze as the other follows. He can’t see my naked chest, my nipples turning into two stiff peaks, but he can imagine.
His Adam’s apple bobs, revealing he’s just as affected.
Shimming out of it, I throw my bathing suit straight at his chest. The half groan, half grunt he expels has the seductress in me patting my back in pride.
The sun has nothing on the heat burning in his eyes. It’s burning me up. I doubt I will ever escape this raw frenzy.
Submerging under the water, hoping to cool down, I resurface and see he tossed off his swimming shorts and is stroking his cock.
This might just do me in. My thighs clench, the pressure maddening. I am going to lose this game, aren’t I? My pussy is so desperate for his cock, just like my heart is for his love. Lucky for me, I have his all.
He beckons me with a finger, and I shake my head at him, biting my bottom lip.
He smirks. “Don’t make me come for you.”
“I’m fucked either way.”
He smirks. “Be a good girl and obey.”
His command traps me in a trance, and I reach the staircase, pushing myself up.
I sway my hips to him as if it’s my catwalk and offer him an unforgettable show. Naked. Eager. Wanton.
He stares, entranced. In this moment, it’s me who owns him completely. What a heady feeling. I wield so much power over him I feel like a goddess.
“Fuck, you’re breathtaking,” he rasps, that scratchy sound an unmistakable tell of his barely contained desire.
“Am I?” I breathe out, wishing he never stops looking at me like I am the center of his world.
His eyes bore into me, unraveling me to my core. “Erase the fucking question mark.”
His arm snakes around my waist, and he pulls me to his chest. “The time for playing is over.”
“Did I win?” I ask, grinning
I don’t even care. If you play with your loved one to win, then you have already lost. It’s not a competition; it’s a partnership.
“You’ll always win, because when it comes to you, it’s my fate to give in,” he groans low.
He crushes his mouth onto mine, kissing me breathless as he curls his hand in my hair, and tugs my head back for more access. The kiss feels more like a stake of ownership, leaving me dizzy.
He swipes his thumb over my swollen lips. “My beautiful baby girl who tastes like ambrosia. Mine. Forever just mine.”
“Only yours,” I murmur.
He guides his cock to my pussy, and I seek his lips, moaning his name into his mouth with every thick and long inch that conquers my core.
With him, I can never know if it will be sweet lovemaking or raw fucking or a combination. I don’t really care, but to feel him, our bodies joining in a primal union. However he takes me, it feels beyond sublime.
“So fucking tight. So fucking good. You take me so well,” he groans, caressing my back as he bottoms out and grabs my ass cheek.
Stretched beyond my capacity to take and so full, it feels like he fills up my lungs. I breathe him out through my mouth but take him back in through my pussy.
“You’re so big,” I moan.
He feels marvelous, I lose myself in rapture every second a bit more.
“Too much?” he asks while kissing along my collarbone.
“You could never be less. And I was born to be yours. Take you as you are. Accept you for who you are. Body and heart.”
I swear he gets bigger inside of me. The stretch shoots an extra dose of pleasure through my system, making me grind up and down his length. The haze of lust loops us in.
“Yeah, just like that, ride me and make yourself come.”
Ruled by sheer instinct and the need to come, I palm his chest for support, embarking on the sensuous ride. Faster then slower, higher then lower, I undulate on his lap, making him lose his mind just as much. He growls and digs his fingers into my hip.
The wet sounds our bodies produce every time our groins connect, accompanied by our labored breathing, tell of the impending, shattering release.
Lowering his head, he wraps his mouth around one nipple while he tugs and rolls the other.
Nipple play is my kryptonite, and I come on a long breath, falling on his chest and panting.
In a sudden move, he turns us over with me lying on my back. He enters me with a savage thrust that steals the breath from my lungs. I cry out so loud; I am sure everyone must have heard me.
In and out, he plows into me—my beautiful beast letting loose before he spins me and I end on my hands and knees.
The whole idea that someone might see us makes me delirious. I will come again. There’s no point fighting it.
As he pistons in and out of me, his thumb rims my asshole.
“Mika,” I murmur, halfway slipping into unconsciousness.
He grips my neck and bites into my jaw. “Are you denying me my fucking right?”
Between his territorial grip and veiled stake of ownership, I don’t know what makes me an even hotter mess.
“No, but what if someone sees us?” They must have heard me, regardless.
“If a single man sees you, he won’t see anything else again. And my men know that,” he grits out, voice thick with pleasure.
I sweep my gaze around the compound before returning my focus to him. Something on my face must betray me because he leans over me and captures my mouth in his.
“My little exhibitionist. Does it make you hot thinking anyone could pass by and see me fucking you? Pounding your tight holes and making you scream for me.”
Goose bumps travel along my heated skin like missionaries preaching their unwavering beliefs.
I close my eyes for a moment when he commands, “Tell me why?”
“Because,” I swallow, knowing I will have to reveal why. “They’d know I am yours.”
“You’d be mine if no one knew or everyone knew.”
I nod. The secrecy was my idea, but damn, I am tired of stealing moments, of masking my true feelings for him, hiding our love as if it’s something dirty.
I could never stay away even if I’d pay the ultimate price. I don’t need to be sane when I could feel instead. “Oh my God, Mika.”
Wrapping his hand around my neck, he brings my back flush to his chest. Like this, he slips even deeper inside me. A stuttered moan rolls out of my mouth.
“I’m your only god, Dahlia. You can cry for another, but I’m the one you’ll worship. On your knees. On your belly. On your back. Love every day of your life and sleep with every night by his side.”
He erupts inside of me with a long groan as if wanting to baptize me as his, mark me for good, and that triggers my release. My pussy constricts, wanting to hold him in so I’ll never be empty.
My orgasm goes on forever, spasms rocking me for long minutes.
He wraps his arms around my waist, soothing my trembling body. He kisses every inch of my skin he can find, and he murmurs, “I have you.”
Cocooned in his arms, feeling safe and cherished, I must have dozed off because when I wake up, I see my skin lathered in sun lotion and lying under an umbrella on the chaise lounge. He must have carried me here. I am still naked.
He’s on his phone, typing fast. Not liking that his attention is not on me, I sneak behind him, and wrap my arms around his torso, placing a kiss between his shoulder blades.
“Are you going to keep me naked all the time now?”
He quickly finishes typing and discards the phone.
Then he looks over his shoulder and arches a brow. “Don’t give me ideas.”
“You wouldn’t,” I gasp.
His expression remains stoic. He so would.
Just then, my stomach growls, stealing his attention. He orders some food and gathers our swimsuits to dress.
Not long after, someone from the staff brings us lunch.
After spending the day outside, tanning and swimming, we return to the chaise lounges to dry. Time is incorruptible. It ticks regardless of my wish to stop it. Accepting its godlike power, I spend each second with him as if it were my last. Fully.
The sun dips lower over the horizon, and he will have to bring me back. My mood threatens to plummet, and I fidget with my fingers on my lap.
His jaw sets in a hard line. “Don’t look sad, baby girl.”
I switch into a cross-legged position. “It’s ironic.”
He swipes two fingers under my chin and lifts my face up, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “What?”
I gulp around the fist sized lump stuck in my throat. “I’ve done everything in my power so that you two will never fight. And it might be me who will rip you apart.”
His eyes bore into mine, forged into bands of steel. “Not even your brother could tell me who I can love. He will accept it. Or not. I don’t fucking care any longer.”
Me either. My heart couldn’t beat without his love. My inability to control my feelings might be what will cause the biggest rift between them.
I open and close my mouth, trying to make sense of what I want to say. “He doesn’t need to know what happened.”
He closes his eyes for a moment, but not before I glimpse his torment. “Even if that will remain our secret, what I’m doing behind his back is…”
Treason. Betrayal.
I sigh, my head dropping. “I’m sorry.”
He cups my cheek, placing a sweet kiss on my lips that I feel down to my toes. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. It’s not even mine. I never believed in destiny until I realized that staying away from you would only bring me misery. All my roads end up leading me to you.”
Jumping into his arms, I hold him so tight as if wanting to glue myself to him so nothing and no one can separate us.
We stay like that, intertwined and connected—skin to skin and heartbeat to heartbeat for long minutes. I could get used to lazy days and time spent together.
He rings the household chef to bring us dinner.
The staff carries in plates of scrumptious fish and crispy vegetables.
The instant the delectable smell invades my nostrils, my belly grumbles even more. What I do next has nothing to do with eating. I swallow more than chew.
He chuckles. “Baby girl, no one will take it away.”
“Your fault. I’ve exerted a lot of energy,” I say through a mouthful.
He thrusts his head back and laughs so wholeheartedly. Those rich sounds make me pause for a moment to savor his joy.
Time with him has a nasty habit of slipping away, and he’s not listening to my desperate pleas to show me some mercy, be graceful, and slow down to prolong our time together.
In the foyer, I stare at the door as if it’s my biggest enemy. I am rooted in place when he guides me toward the piano.
“Play for me first.”
I glance back at the door. “We should…”
Even if my sister-in-law does a fantastic job at owning all my brother’s attention, keeping him on his toes, plus his work, it would be silly of me to think Enzo would forget about me.
I am feeling guilty but not guilty enough to put a stop to this.
Inside the piano room, I play for my man. I would play for him until my fingers bled.
He’s the only audience I need. The truth is I’ve played exclusively for him. The audience is just background noise. I will play for him till the end of time.
A tear falls down my face and splashes on the keyboard.
“I love you, baby girl. More than I thought possible. I don’t deserve you, but you’re mine.”
“Never stop, Mika. I’m sure I could survive anything but not that.”
He stands up from the armchair, cutting the distance between us.
Palming my face, I notice his eyes glistening with pure emotions. “I’ll die loving you. Doubt everything but not how madly in love I am with you. I’m a deeply flawed man, but my feelings for you are pure. Will never waver. There is no beginning nor an end to my love.”
I cry softly in his arms, loving him with everything in me.