Chapter 36
I escorted Dalia through the shroud of night, her form cradled in my arms where she belonged. I had taken another of her firsts tonight. The rain pattered against the university stone walls, my footsteps echoing hollowly in the empty corridors.
I didn’t want to fuck her to that point, but I’d promised myself I’d take everything of hers so she’d be fully mine.
When I looked upon her, curling into a ball, bleeding, her shirt ripped and her eyes begging, I realized she needed me. She needed me. She called for me. It had sent a bolt to my empty chest.
She needs me.
My brain thought for a second about leaving her there; it was the perfect revenge, the perfect plan—broken and humiliated before launching a bomb at her daddy dearest about how I ruined his daughter and how I now shall ruin him.
It would have been the perfect plan if Dalia didn’t feel like a fucking extension of myself.
No, I could never leave her.
I had someone to live for.
My broken doll wasn’t broken anymore, but alive.
I carefully set her down as we reached my dorm. I had a friend to expel. She fidgeted with her shirt nervously, and I barged in, finding Cillian absorbed in his book about chess tactics.
I tossed his blazer on his face. “You need to go back to your dorm.”
Dalia trailed me, staying close and seeking shelter behind my frame.
“I see,” Cillian muttered, his lips tightening into a thin line as his gaze roamed from Dalia’s face down to her legs.
“Eyes up, asshole.”
He emitted a thin chuckle, likely connecting the dots. He snatched his jacket, rising to his feet. It was what I liked about him. He knew when to leave and mind his own business, and he kept his feelings to himself.
“Dalia, good luck with him,” he said, and I retracted any hint of fondness I might have felt a moment ago. “Levi, your chess app is off. Looks like someone was finally able to tamper with your code.”
I hummed, not caring about any of this right now, while Dalia managed to muster a smile.
“Shower,” I commanded curtly the moment he departed. I led her to the bathroom, gripping her hand, and turned on the hot water.
She folded her arms across her chest. “I can shower alone, you know.”
“I know you can do many things, but you also have me now.” I seized the hem of her shirt. “Arms up.”
She complied, and I undressed her from top to bottom. She stepped into the shower. I followed her. My cock thickened again at the sight of her naked body, and she blinked.
“Levi, I don’t think I can do this right now.”
A low rumble escaped my lips as I drove us both under the showerhead. “Are you sore, my little thief? Did I hurt you?”
When she took her time to reply, it sent a pang in my chest. I did. More than I thought.
“You went the way I wanted it,” she finally said.
“I’m not going to fuck you again, Dalia.” She opened her eyes wide in response, so I added, “Tonight. I’ll probably destroy you if I act on my urges again with you. You’re too sore. I’ll give you a night of rest from me.”
I brushed her hair away from her face and took matters into my own hands, lathering soap all over her—from her reddened ass cheeks, to the dry blood on her thighs and up to her perfect breasts. Her skin felt smooth and soft like porcelain, compared to mine, which was ugly and scarred.
Right now, I was almost envious of the water cascading across each centimeter of her body.
“You’re still hard,” she pointed out.
“Why don’t you drop to your knees and suck me with that delicious mouth of yours, then, Dalia?” I traced the shape of her lips with my thumb, then slid my finger inside her mouth. “Wonder if I’d come in your throat so you’ll swallow me like a good girl, or on your breasts.”
She closed her mouth over my finger and sucked on it. When I pulled it out, she smiled. “You missed the offer earlier when I got on my knees for you.”
“Then you’ll help me another way,” I said, stroking myself as she tried to grab the towel on top of the shower. “Don’t you dare cover yourself with that towel right now, or I’ll spank you so hard, you won’t be able to sit for days. Worse, I’ll probably fuck your ass as punishment.”
She gulped and tightened her knees together. The way she reacted to my words was so hot. She went back to me, her emerald eyes landing on my cock. She watched me, her irises darkening. My muscles were flexing; I was pumping my cock between my fist like a madman. It was so selfish of me.
“Sit and put the showerhead between your thighs. You won’t regret it.”
She took it and sat on the floor against the wall, parting her legs. A low groan escaped from deep in my throat at the view of her bare pussy. She put the water jet on her clit and bit her lower lip. I stroked myself harder. I was about to lose it.
“On which part of you should I come on?” I jerked my head back, trying to hold on a bit more. “In your mouth, open for me?” I heard her gasp. “Breasts?” I stared at her, and she tightened her knees, trying to close her legs. “Breasts it is.”
I turned the power of the water jet up a notch. She moaned, her belly clenching, her hips rolling, and her back arching on the wall. Fuck. That moaning alone made me explode, and I came so hard in the valley between her breasts. My breathing was animalistic as I pulled my wet hair back, trying to calm my heart.
When I looked back at her, that little minx had cleaned herself and already had the showerhead back between her legs.
“Does it feel good on your pussy?” I said, lowering myself to her.
I took the showerhead from her and tilted my head to the side for a better view. Her lips parted, and she moaned, her chest rising.
“Yes.”
“I believe you didn’t orgasm tonight?”
She shook her head.
“Do you want to come, Dalia?”
“Yes.”
“Say please,” I said.
“Fuck you,” she said instead, and I planted my lips on hers.
“You’re only punishing yourself.” I lowered the pressure of the water jet, and she gasped. She was so close. “How do you want to come? With this or my tongue?”
“Tongue,” she moaned. “I can make myself come with this alone.”
I snorted. She was learning fast. I lay on the tiles of my Italian shower. “Come sit on my face.”
“Really?”
“Use me all you want to get your orgasm.”
She cradled my lap to sit on my face. I couldn’t wait to taste her—for my tongue to swivel on her clit, my hands to palm her ass, for her to ride me until she reached heaven.
“On one condition,” I added.
I didn’t need to tell her which one because she knew.
She displayed a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m yours, Levi.”
Dalia had finally accepted she was mine. I’ve dreamed of this moment for the past nine years. Now it was the world’s turn to know.
But first, I’d lick the hell out of her until her whole body shook.