9. Elena
9
Elena
Dimitri is coming through on his promise to protect us. Every day, there are more guards around us, shadowing our every step, particularly when I take Marie to school. These men—hulking, silent, ever-watchful—are unsettling, yet I know they’re here for a reason. For our safety. After all, our father was killed. We were left orphaned, vulnerable, with nothing but each other. I never thought we’d find safety again, let alone a sense of home. I wasn’t even sure we’d survive.
But here I am, walking Marie to St. Joseph’s, this prestigious school I never could have afforded. And here we are, living in a grand, sprawling mansion that feels more like a fortress than a home. All because Dimitri chose me as his wife.
His wife. The thought still makes me pause, makes my breath catch. I’m his wife, but I haven’t fulfilled my role. I haven’t consummated the marriage. He’s been patient—more patient than I deserve. Dimitri is my Daddy now, and I know he’s waiting. I know it’s my duty to give him what he wants. What he deserves.
Tonight, after dinner, I’m going to ask him to take me. To claim me. I’ve been holding back, afraid of so many things, but tonight… tonight, I’ll let him. I’ve wanted him, even if I haven’t admitted it to myself. And it’s time. He’s waited long enough.
When I pick up Marie from school, she’s in high spirits, happier than I’ve seen her in a long time. She talks animatedly about her new teacher, her friends, how no one picks on her here for loving science. No one here even knows about our father or the shadow we’ve escaped from. It’s as if she’s in a different world—safe, insulated from the darkness that surrounds us.
But there’s something surreal about this normalcy. About sitting together at dinner, Marie chatting about her day, Dimitri asking her questions as if we’re a real family. As if everything is fine. As if my heart isn’t pounding in my chest with the weight of what’s coming. I’ve dressed up tonight. A nicer dress, my hair styled, my makeup carefully applied. I want Dimitri to notice. I need him to notice.
But if he doesn’t, it’s okay. I’m doing this for us . I’m doing this because it’s long past time I give him what he deserves.
After dinner, Marie heads upstairs to her room, leaving just me and Dimitri. He holds out his hand as he always does, his dark eyes watching me closely.
“Shall we, my princess?” His voice is smooth, authoritative, and sends a shiver down my spine.
I place my hand in his, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. I smile shyly, glancing up at him through my lashes, but I can’t quite bring myself to meet his gaze fully. He’s a powerful man, and I still can’t believe he chose me—saved me. Saved us .
I follow him as he leads me upstairs to our room, the anticipation building with every step. My heart flutters in my chest, a mixture of nerves and excitement. I know what’s going to happen tonight. It’s been hanging over me for days, but now that it’s here, I feel… ready. Ready to be his in every way.
The moment the door closes behind us, Dimitri turns, pressing me up against the wood, his body firm and unyielding. His hand finds my throat, but he doesn’t squeeze—he just holds me there, a silent reminder of his control, his power. My pulse quickens.
“You better have dressed up for me,” he growls, his voice low and dangerous.
“Of course, Daddy. It’s all for you.” The words slip from my lips easily now, and I feel a rush of heat at the way his eyes darken at my response.
His hand moves to the back of my neck, and he pulls me into a kiss—hard, demanding, his mouth crashing down on mine. His other arm snakes around my waist, pulling me against him as he leads me to the bed, his lips never leaving mine. I follow, letting him guide me, feeling the heat of his body, the hunger in his touch. His tongue parts my lips, and I feel warmth spreading through me, a sensation I don’t fully understand but crave more of.
He lowers me onto the bed, his knees spreading mine apart as he moves over me, his lips trailing down my neck. My breath comes in shallow, shuddering gasps, but he doesn’t stop. His hands find the straps of my dress, and with swift precision, he undoes them. The dress slips off, leaving me bare beneath him.
I reach up to touch him, to explore the hard lines of his body, but he stops me.
“I’m sorry, Daddy, was that—” I begin, but he silences me with a soft “Shhh,” placing a finger to his lips.
His fingers deftly undo the clasp of my bra, and soon it’s gone, along with my panties. I’m exposed, vulnerable, lying beneath him completely naked, my skin tingling from the intensity of his gaze. His shirt is gone too, though I don’t remember him removing it. He watches me as he unbuckles his belt, the sound of metal scraping filling the room. My eyes go wide when he removes his pants, standing before me in all his masculine glory—his muscles chiseled, his body hard and ready.
He’s huge . Bigger than I expected. And as he kneels between my legs, spreading them wider, I feel a rush of fear and excitement all at once. I don’t know if I’m ready for this, but he isn’t waiting any longer.
His lips claim mine again as his hands travel down my body, caressing my skin, sending shivers of pleasure through me. His mouth moves lower, down my neck, my collarbone, until it closes over my breast, his tongue circling my nipple as his fingers slip between my legs.
I gasp, the sensation overwhelming. His fingers find my entrance, and he slips two inside me, moving slowly at first, then faster, his thumb circling that sensitive spot that sends shockwaves through my body. His mouth continues its assault on my breast, sucking, biting gently, until I’m writhing beneath him.
“Come for me, princess,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice a dark command. “I’m not stopping until you do.”
I moan, my hips arching off the bed as he strokes me harder, faster, his fingers curling inside me, hitting a spot that makes my whole body tremble. "Oh, Daddy, please don’t stop. Please, I want more."
He smiles, adding another finger as his strokes grow more precise, more focused. He’s pushing me to the edge, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. The pressure builds inside me, and then—like a flood—I’m coming, my back arching, my moans filling the room as pleasure washes over me.
“That’s it, Princess,” he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Now you’re ready.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m ready for you. Please, take me. I’m yours. Only yours.”
And then he is inside me—one swift stroke, filling me completely. The sensation is sharp at first, a mixture of pain and pleasure, but as he begins to move, the pleasure overtakes the pain. He thrusts again, harder this time, setting a rhythm that has me gasping for breath, my hands clutching at his shoulders, desperate to hold on.
He kisses me again, his hands gripping my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. The pain fades, replaced by a burning need that only he can satisfy. I open myself to him completely, wanting more, needing more.
He moves faster, his pace quickening as he braces himself on the bed, his body driving into mine with an intensity that leaves me breathless. The pleasure builds again, that same overwhelming sensation, and I know I’m about to come again.
His release is hot inside me, and as I collapse against the pillows, spent and trembling, he rolls off me, lying on his side of the bed.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper, the words coming naturally.
It seems like the right thing to say.