Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
KING
I run a hand down my face, still on edge. I really need to be more careful. I tend to be calm until I’m not. When those elevator doors opened and I thought Willa was trying to hurriedly leave before I got back, I almost lost it.
The thoughts I had about how I’d keep her here were barbaric and beyond anything I thought I’d ever do. It hadn’t helped that it took all my willpower to pull myself from the bed and away from her earlier. I’d been on edge since then.
When I step out of the bathroom, Willa is walking back and forth at the end of my bed with her phone pressed to her ear. I know she’s talking to Teddy. I also knew if she didn’t check in, Rich and Teddy, along with the new Haven that has popped up since the last one went six feet under, would be at my doorstep.
I could tell West Haven has a temper too. He beat the shit out of that punk Derrick. He isn’t the only one that will be leaving the island. Derrick's entire family is in the process of packing up and leaving town. I made sure of that. It would be easy to pin something on Derrick, and I had a few of my men make that clear to his parents.
What I worry about more is Rich. I don’t think Willa would take too kindly to me handling him if he showed up here. The thing is Rich has a card up his sleeve, and I’m not sure if he’ll use it. It would expose him as much as it would me. Except he’s her brother. She'll likely forgive him in the end.
Willa might want to rebel, but the girl is still soft and sweet at the center. I don’t even think that it's really that she wants to rebel. She wants a taste of the world. To experience things in life without people telling her if she can or can’t. She wants to make decisions for herself.
After she slipped off to sleep, I’d gotten back up to not only use her phone to contact Teddy and Rich but to pull up more information on her. There wasn’t anything on her, probably why she wasn’t on the map for me. She basically keeps to herself besides her family and Teddy.
“I know I have school on Monday,” I hear her say. Willa peeks over at me.
Fuck me. I really am fucked up in the head. She may be eighteen, but she is still in high school. Who would have thought such a little thing would have me by the balls? I’m not going to fight it. Only a dumbass goes into a fight thinking there is a chance they’ll lose.
I leave her to talk to her friend, heading back into the living room area to grab the boxes I brought up. Another task I’d handled while she was sleeping. If she is going to stay for the weekend, she can’t only wear my clothes. I mean, she could if we planned to stay here, but I have to take my little princess rebel out on the town. She’s got important things to experience.
She can do as much rebelling as her little heart desires. All while I keep her safe and protected. But she doesn’t need to know that. It’s not that I’m trying to control her; I just want her to be safe while she does it.
“What are you doing?” Willa asks as I set the last of the items out on the couch.
Her attention goes over to them. She pushes those glasses up her nose. I had no clue glasses could be sexy as all fuck, but everything she does is. Even now, lifting one of her feet to use to scratch the back of her other calf is cute as fuck.
“Figured you’d need some things if we plan on leaving here to go out.”
“This is all for me?”
“Yep, you hungry? I ordered breakfast.”
“You didn’t have to do all this.” She picks up one of the Miu Miu sweaters with a cat on it.
“Wanted to make sure you were comfortable.” And there is no reason for her to leave and go back to the island before she has to.
“And you picked this all out?”
“Mila might have steered me in the right direction.”
When I reached out to Anton last night to ask his wife about buying some clothes and other items for Willa, she suggested the Miu Miu brand, which I had never heard of before. She mentioned that the brand would suit Willa's style. Going off of her smile, I think I might need to give Anton a bonus so he can take his wife shopping.
Willa walks over to me, putting her hand on my chest and lifting up on her toes to kiss my cheek, but I turn my head and claim those lips of hers. I keep the kiss easy, enjoying the sweet softness that is my girl. My tongue slips past her parted lips to explore her silkiness.
“Your kisses always leave me breathless.” Willa doesn’t want to know what her mouth does to me.
“Good,” I tell her. “Now go get dressed, and I’ll set out breakfast.”
“You’re bossy,” she responds but with a smile. I grab the bag off the cart with the food and take it into the kitchen and start pulling out the to-go containers. I got a mix of everything; I'm not sure what she might want.
“I love this one,” Willa says, giving a small twirl as she enters the kitchen. The skirt she’s wearing with a pink sweater flares out all around her before resting mid-thigh. My eyes can’t help but trace up and down her legs. The thought of how easy it would be to push that skirt up and make her come with my mouth is almost too much for me to bear.
“Love it too, Princess.” I pull out a chair for her. “Allergies I should know about?” I hadn’t seen any in the medical records I had pulled. There wasn’t much in them. No medications. My mind had gone straight to birth control. She wasn’t on it.
“Nope.”
I fill up her plate and then mine. Willa swings her legs back and forth as she digs in.
“What do you want to do today?”
“Honestly”—she licks a drop of syrup off her lip—“I don’t know. I’m terrible at this.”
“I could sneak you into a club and teach you to pop some locks.”
“Like those fancy clubs you see in the movies? With bottle service and stuff?”
“If you want.”
“That might be fun.” Her brows pull together. “I might not fit in.”
“And that is part of your problem. You don’t have to fit in. Who cares about fitting in? Just you and me, and you fucking fit with me, Princess.”
“Right.” She snorts a laugh. This time she doesn't try to hide it like she did last night. "Not sure we fit. You keep calling me Princess, and you're like this badass."
"Badass?" I chuckle.
"See, you got that charming laugh, but in a flip and turn, it all went dark." I hook my foot under her chair, pulling her closer to me. She lets out a small gasp of surprise.
“Does that bother you?” I rest my hand on her bare thigh. Her legs fall open a few inches, and I let my fingers stroke the inside.
“No.” She turns her head to peek up at me. “It’s exciting.”
“Is that all you’re after, Princess?” I let my hand drift up farther. Again she parts her legs further for me. “You want a thrill?”
“I don’t know what I want.” I sink my fingers into her hair, tilting her head back.
“You want me.” I dig my fingers into the edge of her panties, pulling them to the side.
“Vasily,” she whimpers. I glide my fingers against her pussy, finding her clit. Her cunt is already wet for me. I bet my girl is a live wire ready to go off. Willa keeps all that passion locked away and hidden, but it so badly wants to come out to play. She is just a hair trigger away from exploding.
“Say you want it. You want me .” A darkness inside of me needs that. I hate that feeling or idea that she could slip away from me. I’ll do whatever I need to try and soothe that beast before I do something I shouldn't. At least not this soon.
“I want you.” Her back arches when my finger strokes her clit gently.
“You want me to make you come?”
“Please.” Her eyes drop to my mouth, and I know she wants me to kiss her. I want that too, but I need her to watch me as I make her come. To give her that release that she so desperately needs. To know without a doubt that I want her to be happy, more than I want my next breath.
“I’ve got you, Princess.” I roll her clit between two of my fingers, guiding her closer to the edge. Her hips start to rise. I circle her clit, applying more pressure. Willa's lips part, her eyes dilating as I take her there, stroking her needy clit over the edge.
“Vasily!” she cries out, coming on my fingers. But I don’t stop. I keep going, never letting up. Willa starts to shake her head back and forth.
“It’s, it’s too?—”
“It’s mine, and you’ll give it to me,” I tell her before finally taking her mouth and making her come again for me. This time I swallow her moans of pleasure, devouring them for myself.
Her body melts back down into the chair, and I release her mouth. She blinks and her eyes slowly open as I remove my hand from between her thighs. I bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean.
She tastes better than I could have dreamed of. Too pure for the likes of me. I should walk away, but I won’t. I need more.
“Next time you want to come, it will be against my mouth. Got it, Princess?” Willa nods her head. “Good girl.” I fix her panties and pull her skirt back down and into place. “Now finish your breakfast.”
Willa sits up, still a bit dazed. Her lips are swollen. There is no way I'll be able to sleep in bed with her another night without squeezing every inch of me inside of her. Claiming all of her for myself.