Chapter 6
DEAN
I carry Sachi to my bedroom with her legs wrapped loosely around my middle and her head resting in the crook of my neck. I’m not ready for our night to end. Hell, I didn’t even want to take my dick out of her.
I thought fucking her would douse the flames of my desire, but it only whetted my appetite for more.
I don’t know how she feels about it, but the chemistry we have is unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
From the moment our eyes first met back in the ballroom, I felt the pull of an invisible string tethering us together.
I’ve told myself over and over that once I have a little more of her, this intense craving will subside.
Once we talk…
Once we kiss…
Once we fuck…
I’ve now buried myself so deep inside her I probably rearranged a few internal organs, and—spoiler alert—the craving is stronger than ever.
So when I tell myself that a couple more rounds tonight is all I need before I send her on her way, I know for a fact it’s complete bullshit. Why would I ever voluntarily let go of something so extraordinary as the connection we share?
Why do I have to let her go?
Because she may not want more. But what if she does?
Surely, I can convince her to give me her number. One night isn’t enough for me.
I hope to hell she feels the same.
I set her down in the primary bathroom and gently sweep the hair out of her face.
“Go to the bathroom while I clean myself up, then you’re getting in bed with me.” I don’t ask because I don’t want her to tell me no.
“You want me to stay?” Her groggy question is so damn adorable.
“Yeah, we’ll get some sleep, and I can take you home in the morning.” I kiss her temple, and she smiles up at me before closing herself in the small room that houses the toilet.
Once we’re both ready, I guide her to the bed and pull back the covers. She gets in, scooting to the middle to give me room. I get in beside her, pulling her into the curve of my body.
She’s so fucking tiny.
I hate to think of her being out in the city on her own without someone to protect her.
I know it’s misogynistic. She’s not weak or helpless just because she’s small, but my protective instinct doesn’t care about modern logic.
My job has given me too many opportunities to see what the monsters who call themselves men can do to women.
Locking her up sounds better and better.
You could always lock her down, instead.
Make her mine?
Mmm…
An overwhelming sense of satisfaction blankets me, despite the absurdity of such a thought after one goddamn night.
Regardless, she and I will talk in the morning. I’ll fuck her first, just to make sure she’s nice and agreeable, then I’ll get her number. From there, it’s anyone’s guess.
I nuzzle my nose into her silky hair and inhale its sweet scent. “Get some sleep, kitten.”
“Mmm … yes, Daddy.” Her playful purr wounds its way around my heart and squeezes.
Lock her down. Lock her up. I don’t care what works so long as I get more of her. Now.
“Oh, Sachi. You can’t go saying things like that and expect me to leave you alone.” I slide my hand down between her legs and relish the way her back arches at my touch.
“So tired,” she murmurs, though there’s a smile dancing on her words.
I give her clit a sensual little pinch. Sachi gasps. I slide a finger deep inside her.
“Sleep will have to wait.”