Chapter 4 #2
“Not usually.” She tilts her head back to look up at me. There’s a shyness to her she didn’t have a moment ago. “Are you scared of him?” she asks.
“Not in the least. I know what I want. Do you?”
She twists her body around until we’re facing each other. “I want you.” She kisses my chest over my heart, that clenches at her words.
“Where were we?”
I lay her on the bed and climb on top of her, keeping my weight off her.
I slide a hand down her neck to cup a breast before moving it lower.
The image of her round with my kid flashes in my head again.
I follow my hand down her body, kissing and sucking her skin.
Biting the soft, pale flesh as I mark her up.
When I reach her breasts, I suck each nipple deep as I pinch the other.
She arches her back, pressing more into my mouth.
A dirty thought of sucking her milk from her body rushes through my mind. My cock spurts a bit of precum against her leg, and I sit up. Scooping it up with my finger, I rub it into her belly, and she moans.
I hold my fingers in front of her face. “Suck it off,” I demand.
She cleans my fingers, holding my hand as I work my way further down her body. I reach her hips and nip, lick, and suck the skin, marking her here.
“Fuck, sweets, you taste so fucking good. Like strawberries and cream.”
“I use a strawberry body wash.” She moans.
Daria
He’s causing my core to spasm, aching to be filled by something. I’m a bit nervous about how big his cock is, but I know he’ll fit and fill me. I’m losing my virginity to the sexiest, most dangerous man in Vegas. He’s not afraid of my brother either, which turns me on more than anything.
When he settles between my thighs, I arch and roll my body, trying to get him to make the ache go away. My clit hurts so much it’s throbbing in time with my heartbeat.
“Please, Patrick,” I beg, knowing he likes me to call him by his full name.
I didn’t realize how sexy it was when he told me to repeat it. He isn’t Paddy in this moment. He’s Patrick, the man who can undo me.
The moment he stepped into the room earlier at the ballet, I knew I wanted him. I’ve heard the rumors and stories, but he’s nothing like them. He’s gentle, sweet, and very domineering. He’s conscious of me in everything he does, putting me first.
His wide shoulders open me up so he can see my most intimate area. I start to squirm away and decide I need to tell him the truth. If he finds out any other way, he’ll think I was tricking him.
Reaching down my body, I lift his chin to look me in the eye instead of the staring contest he was having with my pussy.
“Don’t worry, sweets. I’ll take good care of you.”
“I need to tell you something.”
“Anything.”
“I’ve never done any of this.” I drop my eyes as I pull my top lip between my teeth.
He slides up my body and places his hand against the side of my head. Gently, he tilts my chin so I’m looking at him.
“Any of this meaning what? Say it, sweets.”
“I’m a virgin.”
His head falls to my forehead, and his body shudders. “Fuck. A better man would roll over and walk away right now, but I’m not a good man.”
I can’t stand him saying that. I lift his head to look at me again. “You’re the man I choose.”
“Thank fuck.”
His lips take mine in a deep kiss, and I want to tell him so much more. Like how this isn’t just a one-night thing for me. Instead, I kiss him back. I’ll deal with my feelings later.
He slides his hands up and down my body. When he breaks the kiss, my thighs are squeezing together to relieve the ache at my core. Patrick moves back down, his lips tracing a path along my skin. Words leave his lips, but I know they are just said to make me feel special.
“You’re mine now. Only mine.”
When he’s back at my core, he doesn’t hesitate. He licks me from top to bottom, his tongue flicking my clit, making me jump. His arms wrap around my thighs, holding me open and at his mercy. He tongues my opening, then enters my channel like his cock will soon. I scream and moan loudly.
“Fucking tell me what you like, sweets. Only me.”
He slides a long, thick finger into me, and I buck so hard he can’t latch onto my clit.
“Take it, baby,” he orders.
I try so hard, but my body is electrified with need. My hands in his hair push him back to sucking my clit, and he doesn’t disappoint.
I climb higher. My breathing staggered. My core clenching around his finger. When he slips another into me, he rubs that part the other dancers talk about. My vision blurs, and my heart stops. I scream long and loud as everything in me explodes.
Patrick moves over me and positions his cock at my entrance as I’m coming down.
He builds me back up, and when I start to climb again, he pushes into me in one long thrust. My legs wrap around his body, holding him to me.
The pinch of pain is minor, then all I feel is fullness and the edge of ecstasy.
“You’re mine now,” Patrick growls before kissing me. This kiss is tender, soft, and makes my heart speed up. He pulls away. “Thank you for that gift, Daria.” He pulls out slowly, then thrusts back in, long and slow.
I arch my neck and dig my head into the bed as I close my eyes.
“Eyes on me, sweets. Always.”
His voice is huskier than it was before, and I look up into his soft green eyes.
I watch his face as emotions float across it.
His gaze is focused on me, and the moment is deeper than anything I’ve ever felt before.
His eyes darken, and emotions bombard me as my desire ramps up again.
My breath catches as his pupils dilate, the black overcoming the pale green, and his breathing increases.
I hold on to Patrick, afraid I’m going to burst apart completely.
“Patrick?” I ask. I’m scared of the feelings building inside me.
He continues with his tortuous pace, and just when I think I can’t any more, he shifts slightly and pushes in harder.
My nails dig into his back to keep me grounded as my body locks up and I’m overwhelmed.
A variety of emotions hit me all at once.
Tears burst from my eyes, and I scream as I come so hard I feel like I’m shattering apart.
He starts moving faster and harder. His body not stopping.
He pushes me higher and higher, putting me back together the way he wants.
The way my heart that shouldn’t be involved wants to be.
Then he thrusts so hard I feel like I’m going to split in two.
When I feel a pop deep in my body and Patrick groans my name as he comes inside me, I know from reading all my dirty books that he just breeched my cervix.
My breathing slowly returns to normal. Patrick is still inside me, his body covering mine, but not weighing me down. His hard chest presses into my breasts as I inhale and exhale. He hasn’t said anything, and I’m not sure where it goes from here.
“You’re thinking too hard, sweets.” He shifts slightly, and his cum leaks from my body.
“Shoot, we didn’t use a condom.” I point out.
He stands from the bed and ignores my comment as he stares down at my body. Feeling self-conscious all of a sudden, I want to cover myself. But he reaches out a hand for me, and I take it. He carefully pulls me from the bed and leads me around the wall into a large bathroom.
“Wait here.” He points for me to stand in front of the sink as he walks to the large tub and starts the water.
His muscles bunch under all his tattoos. He’s covered in them. More than my brother has, I think. Even his fingers are tattooed. When he turns to me, he holds out his hand again. It’s as if he’s giving me a choice, just like in the club earlier.
I walk over and slide my hand into his. He steps into the tub and helps me in next. The warm water hits my aching core but also soothes my thighs and calves that hurt from dancing so much tonight between the show and then the club.
“Thank you for being so sweet.” I lean my head back onto his chest as he picks up a sponge and starts rubbing it across my body.
“I’m supposed to take care of you, Daria. It’s my duty.”
I want to roll over and see his face to try to gauge what he’s really saying.
“What’s next?” I finally ask him, nervous about his answer but ready to hear it.
“We take a real shower. And if I can’t control myself, I’ll take you against the glass, but then to bed, where I will have you again. You’ll feel me when you move for the next few days. I can’t help myself when it comes to you. I want you to never forget I was there.”
He squeezes his arms around me, hugging me tight, and in this moment, I can almost see us doing this again.
Patrick didn’t lie. He did take me in the shower, against the wall, then again in the bed. My body aches, but I don’t regret any of it. I will never regret this night with him. He made it perfect, and I felt cherished the whole time.
Something woke me up, but I don’t know what. I realize I put my phone on airplane mode after I lied to Alek. I slide across the bed and pick up my phone next to Patrick’s on the nightstand. His is lit up with numerous messages, but I don’t snoop.
I unlock my phone and take it off airplane mode. Instantly, it lights up with message after message. Most are from Alek, but a few are from my mother. I scroll through Alek’s until one stops my heart and brings tears to my eyes.
Big Bro
Dar, don’t do this. I know you didn’t leave that club. Isn’t it enough that we lost our father because the families mixed? You have an hour to get out of there, or I come in there with an army. And if he took advantage of you, I’ll kill him myself.
I can’t be the reason Patrick loses his life.
Glancing at the time, I notice the message was sent thirty minutes ago.
I have to hurry and get out of here. Carefully, I slide from the bed, but I can’t find my dress.
I remember Patrick picked up the floor and put the clothes somewhere.
Tiptoeing across the room, I find his dresser and open the top drawer.
I pull out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt.
After slipping them over my body, I make my way through the suite, phone, shoes, and purse in hand.
Next to the elevator is a door leading to a set of stairs.
With everything in my arms, I run down barefoot until I reach the bottom.
I slip my heels back on and push open the heavy door.
A loud alarm blares from the unmarked fire exit.
I run down the alley to the street, where an SUV waits with the same two guards I yelled at earlier in the club.
Head held high, I walk over and climb in.
“Take me to the casino,” I order them, but they shake their heads.
They drive me to Summerlin, where Alek and several of the heads of the Bratva all live. I want to sink into the seat and disappear when we pull up to Alek’s house and I see him standing there. He’s going to know what transpired. There’s no hiding it, but I don’t care. I wanted tonight with Patrick.
My brother opens the back door and takes one look at me. “Out,” he orders.
“No. I’m going to my mother’s house, and you can’t stop me.”
“I can, and I will. Do you know what I have to do now? I have to kill him. You were out partying and drinking, and he took advantage of you.”
I push Alek back and step out of the car. “No, he didn’t. It was mutual, and I only had two shots. You can ask your goon squad. Now, I’m going to bed to get some sleep so I can go to work tomorrow. My personal life is just that. Personal. It’s not related to the Bratva or the Irish Mob. It’s mine.”
I storm off, stomping along the sidewalk that is starting to glow with sunrise. Guess I’m only going to get a bit of sleep before I have to be at the office.