Chapter 33
MICHAEL
“I hope it’s not too weird to sleep in my old room.” Elsie laughs nervously, fidgeting in front of me while we stare at the posters of Taylor Swift on her wall. “Yeah, I kind of used to be obsessed back then.” Her throat clears in a nervous way, but it only makes her more adorable.
“She’s not too bad.”
I run my fingers up her spine, and she shivers.
“Come here,” I whisper, flipping her to me, getting lost in her eyes.
That pull between us, this force driving us into each other…it’s unexplainable. I draw her closer, soaking my fingers into her hair, tugging hard, those lips brushing over mine.
“What you did for me…” She sighs against my mouth. “Thank you.” She peppers a kiss to the corner of my mouth, and my heart flips inside my chest. “I can’t tell you what it means to me.”
“I’d do anything for you, little dove.” My palm squeezes her hip. “I thought you knew that by now.”
“Maybe you should remind me.” Her tone grows silky smooth, teasing me with her desire.
My pulse, my heartbeat…they all beat at once, and with a growl, I cover her mouth with mine, devouring her the way I’ve been dying to do all damn day. But I let her have her time with her parents, knowing I’ll have her for the rest of my life.
She groans as her hands ride down my back, jerking up my shirt until I feel her hands on my bare skin. My tongue swirls with hers before I suck her lower lip into my mouth.
I wrench myself away on a strangled curse, dropping my forehead on hers. “If we don’t stop now, I’ll fuck you in the same room where you once only dreamed about getting fucked the way I fuck you.”
She gasps, her chest falling up and down in quick succession, her eyes filling with shameless need as I dare a gaze at her.
“Do it,” she grits.
I mutter a curse, snapping my hand tighter in her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck for my greedy teeth to rake against it.
“Fuck me however you want to,” she groans. “They won’t hear a thing. They’re all the way downstairs.”
“With the way you scream when I pound into that pussy, the whole damn state will hear you.”
I grunt when she bites into her bottom lip, and I let my thumb stroke between her lips, parting them.
“Please, Michael…”
“Mm, my wife is so greedy.” I wind her hair around my knuckles, my other hand sliding down her stomach, fingering the waistband of her leggings. I dip inside, finding her bare.
“No panties, huh?”
Her breath hitches, those eyes drowning with need.
“Did you want this to happen? Did you want me to find you like this?”
When a grumble is her only reply, I yank her hair harder.
“Answer me.”
“Yes…” She trails off, voice growing raspier. “I wanted you to touch me as soon as we left that house to get on the plane.”
“How did you want me to touch you?” I kiss her hard, pushing off so I can watch her as a single finger traces up her slit.
She lets out a moan as I stroke her clit.
“Is that how you wanted to be touched, little dove? Under my control? To do with what I want?”
“Yes…” she cries as the tip of my finger enters her, those walls clenching around me.
“Look how wet you are already, and I haven’t even done a thing.” I slip two fingers inside her, and she gasps out a moan. “How do you think I should fuck you? Hard? Slow?”
“Yes, don’t stop,” she whimpers, throwing her head back.
I pick up my tempo, the tightening of her cunt telling me she’s not going to last long.
Slowly, I pull out, and she grunts in protest, but I don’t wait another moment more as I flip her around and throw her onto the bed, yanking her pants down her ass and pressing her into the mattress with a palm around the back of her neck.
“Much better.” I spank her ass hard, watching that skin turn red.
“Fuck me, please.” Her voice is a weeping of brazen desire.
She works her ass higher, getting on her hands and knees, like she’s trying to reach my cock.
I chuckle, slapping a palm to her other cheek. “You keep popping your ass like that and I’m gonna fill your other hole.”
I play with the rim of her ass, slipping a digit inside her until my first knuckle. She bucks against it. And when I fill her pussy with three fingers while thrusting into her ass with my thumb, she screams my name, loud enough to wake a dead city.
Goddamn, this woman owns me. Every aching part of me.
I roll with a low chuckle, my cock throbbing for her. “Yeah, that’s it. Take it all, my greedy little dove.”
She fists her pink and purple blanket. “Yes…Michael…”
Her words die in her throat, lost in the chaos of her bliss, and she falls apart, letting me have her. Letting me own her body the way she’s beginning to own my heart.
And without another moment to waste, I drag my sweats down, line my cock at her soaked entrance, and thrust all the way home.
With my body draped over hers, I take her with reckless need, with the hunger of a man desperate for the woman he’s falling deep for. The one woman in the world who has the power to make him fall to his knees and beg her to keep him. To love him. To never let go.
I am that man, and my Elsie? She will always be that woman.
ELSIE
“Are you cheating?” Dad teases Sophia the following day as we play Monopoly on the dining table. “There’s no way you could beat me three times.”
She giggles, shrugging, all smug.
“I practice a lot. Pearl, our cook, plays with me, and I always win.” Her brows rise in challenge.
My parents have officially fallen smitten with Sophia. Who could blame them? That girl could turn two rivals into friends and make them do whatever she asked. She’s got that sweet way about her.
“A cook, huh?” Mom chimes in, a smile fluttering across her mouth, while her eyes scan Michael’s. “What exactly do you do?”
This is the first question either of them have directed at Michael. I think they’re trying to tread carefully so as not to upset me, which I do appreciate.
He shifts uncomfortably. It’s kind of funny to see him that way. He’s always so collected and sure of himself.
“I own a host of businesses, ma’am.”
I’m glad my parents have never heard of him. I’d imagine they’d have a huge problem with me being married to a mobster.
“No need to be so formal,” Mom says. “Seeing as you’re my son-in-law and all.”
Michael juts out his chin. “I know we just met and I’m sure our relationship came as quite the shock, but I want you both to know…” He darts his attention between my parents. “I care very deeply about your daughter, and I promise to do everything in my power to protect her from now on.”
“I hope so,” Dad exhales dolefully. “My daughter is my baby, and knowing everything that’s been…”
He pauses, shaking his head, the pain he carries on his face evident from the tug of his features.
“I understand, sir.” Michael leans in closer to the table. “I swear to you, man to man, my wife and my daughter come before anything, even myself.”
Dad nods solemnly, their gazes unwavering. “I believe you.” His eyes soften when they happen at Sophia, sitting across from him. “Now, seeing as you’re the champion, I think a celebration is in order.”
Her eyes widen in wonder as she stares up at him. “Like a party?”
Dad narrows a thoughtful gaze. “Kind of like a party. How does ice cream and warm chocolate chip cookies sound?”
“Together?” Her mouth parts, eyes growing even larger. “In one bowl?”
Michael chuckles, swinging an arm around my shoulders.
“Well, of course,” Dad says, rising to his height as she practically throws her chair back and joins him. “And seeing as you’ve won, you’re getting two scoops.”
“I really like it here.” She grabs his large hand and holds it in her tiny one. “A lot.”
Standing at the door, getting ready to go back home the following evening, it feels like my heart’s being ripped from my body.
I wish there was a way for me to be with them and with Michael at the same time.
I know he’d let me stay if I wanted to, but the problem is, I don’t want to leave him—or Sophia.
“Do we really have to go?” Sophia whines, staring at Michael, begging him to stay.
She’s grown fond of my parents in the couple of days we’ve been here.
“Unfortunately, Daddy has to work. I’m sorry, princess. But we’ll be back very soon.”
He looks to me with those words, and I force a smile, the back of my eyes aching with emotion.
“Do you promise to come back soon?” Mom asks, her features zipping with a frown, and I can tell she’s trying hard not to cry.
“I do.” He nods. “I’d never keep her from you.”
“Thank you.” Mom reaches her arms for him and hugs him for a brief moment before her glistening eyes go to mine.
It physically hurts, and I fight the oncoming tears.
“Please video chat me every day.” She clutches my face in her palms, tears working their way out into her eyes.
“I promise, I will.” I look to both her and Dad, simultaneously throwing my arms around them and never wanting to let go.