Chapter 44
Kian
She’s in shock. There’s no doubt this is the first person my girl has ever killed. This is going to stay with her for a long time. The relief she’s going to feel, though, is going to be healing for her.
“Bedroom?”
Luciano leads us to an enormous bedroom on the first floor with an ensuite bathroom.
“I’m going to give her a bath. Will you make her something to eat? Something with protein,” I ask absently as I move around the bathroom to get everything I need. “She needs clothes.”
My chest burns at the thought of her wearing Luciano’s clothes, but I swallow it down.
Fuck, I really don’t like that.
“Something you haven’t worn,” I snap as he turns around to leave.
Instead of saying anything, Luciano just chuckles and closes the bathroom door behind him.
Asshole.
Ace watches me, though her eyes are glazed over, and she’s shivering. Going to her, I grab her wrists and pull her into my chest. “Breathe for me, angel.”
Keeping a constant touch on her with one hand, I undress her, while she stares blankly at the buttons on my shirt.
“I hate her,” she whispers.
“I know,” I answer quietly. “She deserved what she got, angel.”
When I reach out and pull her dark purple curls free from her hair tie, she tilts her head back and looks up at me sadly. “I wish my dad could have met you. I think he would have liked you.”
“Yeah? Even though I’m not Italian?” I ask lightly, trying to gauge how present she is.
The corners of her lips twitch just slightly, and it eases something inside me.
“He’d be disappointed that you couldn’t join the family business, but he wouldn’t care.” She laughs quietly.
I pull her toward the bathtub and shut off the taps, then hold her hands while she steps over the side. When Ace lowers herself to the foamy water, I finally release her and kneel beside the edge, so I’m eye-level with her.
“How’s your head feeling?” I ask, studying her.
“My migraine is gone. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”
After letting out a slow breath, I capture her chin with my left hand. “You just don’t fucking get it, angel.”
Her eyes flash with surprise at the hardness of my tone. I’ve never spoken to her so sternly. But I need her to understand one fucking thing right now.
“You. Are. Mine,” I tell her slowly. “I’ve been worrying about you since the second I heard your name, angel.
I plan on doing so for the rest of our lives, if you’ll have me that long.
I’m going to hover, I’m going to control, and I’m going to worry.
It’s what I do. Especially when it comes to the people I love, and I love you more than you can even fucking imagine, angel. ”
Ace stills, her eyes sparkling with tears. “I’m a terrible person.”
My heart breaks as I stare at her uncertainty, hating that it’s there. How can anyone as sweet and special as Ace ever doubt herself? One day, she’s going to learn how to be loved the correct way.
“You’re the best person I’ve ever met,” I whisper. “I’m in awe of you, angel. You went through hell. You had to fight tooth and fucking nail to survive, yet you still didn’t let that harden you. Tough, but so fucking soft.”
She reaches for me, water sloshing over the side of the tub, but neither of us cares as she kisses me desperately, her wet breasts pressed to my chest.
Her hands move desperately to my buttons. Between the two of us, my clothes come off, my dick rock-hard before I’m even in the bath with her.
“I need you, Daddy,” she pleads, and I don’t make her ask this time.
Lifting her hips, I bring her onto my lap so she’s straddling me, her pussy lined up to my dick. In one swift motion, I lift my hips while holding her firmly, my dick filling her so damn perfectly. Jesus. She’s made for me.
Glassy-eyed, she stares at me, rolling her hips clockwise and then counterclockwise. We move in sync, watching each other, and make slow love in the bath.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, then brush one of her curls away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “My angel.”
She moans and grips my shoulders, her body shuddering when I put my right hand between us and press my thumb to her clit. “I love you,” she whimpers.
My balls tighten, and I thrust into her, my own climax already on the verge of exploding.
With my left hand between her heavy breasts, I grip her throat and squeeze. “I love you, too, baby girl. Now, come all over Daddy’s dick.”
Within seconds, we’re both panting and shushing each other as we come together in her cousin’s guest bathroom.
She clings to me for several minutes as we calm down, the hot water nearly sending me to sleep beneath her.
Finally, when the water starts to cool, I shift out from under her to climb out of the tub and wrap a towel around my waist. As much as I want to spend forever wrapped up in this bubble, Beckett is still in the hospital.
When I open the bathroom door to see whether Luciano left Ace any clothes, I smirk when I notice him leaning back in one of the armchairs. Seeing me in just a towel, Luciano groans. “Jesus.”
“Can I at least get a button-down from you? My slacks are still dry,” I say as I grab the clothes he left on the bed for Ace.
Luciano rises and grumbles under his breath before he strolls out of the room, shaking his head.
By the time both of us are dressed, and Luciano is hovering in the room again, I let out a sigh. “I need to go to the hospital to check on Beckett. I want you to stay with Luciano.”
Ace’s forehead crinkles. “What’s wrong with Beckett?”
Flicking my gaze to Luciano, he shrugs and doesn’t say anything to help me out.
Fuck.
I may have only known my girl for a short time, but I just know she’s going to feel like it’s her fault.
“Beckett had an accident, but he’s fine,” I tell her. Out of the corner of my eye, Luciano smirks and shakes his head.
Before I have a chance to see it coming, Ace jabs her index finger into my chest. “You told me no lies between us. That goes both ways, dude.”
“Did you just call me ‘dude’?” I ask with a smug smile. My dick twitches in my slacks. “That’s not my name, angel,” I whisper so only she can hear.
Ace’s soft cheeks turn pink as she stares at me, then crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her spectacular tits up even more. Damn, she’s a fucking tease.
“What happened to Beckett?” she demands firmly, and my dick jumps again.
This woman could bring me to my fucking knees, and she doesn’t even realize it.