Chapter 12
Decker
I t's crazy.
And I don't care.
I swallow hard, settling her into the backseat of the limo back at the club. Allister and four of my best security guys nod as I give orders.
"Call in every fucking favor you need to. Find her sister, and bring her back. That's it."
Allister nods, the moonlight glinting off his bald head.
"Don't worry, boss. We've got plenty of leverage. Calls are out. I'll know something soon."
I'm beside her again, pulling her into my lap and sinking my face into her neck. My arms curl around her, every inch of her softness against every inch of my hardness.
The whole way back to my place, she chatters on. More than I want my next breath, I want to spread her thighs and make her scream my name until her throat goes raw. But not here. Not right now.
"They won't hurt her. Or me. They just want the money.
" She's letting it out, and I want to hear it all.
Every thought, every feeling, from now on, they're mine.
Mine to care for. Mine to take from her.
She doesn't need to know Victor would absolutely hurt her, that he'd planned to.
"The trust says I need to be married and pregnant, then the estate passes to my husband.
That's the plan. Victor needed to marry me, and—" Her voice trails off, and I pull her in tighter.
My head is spinning. I've thought about sinking my seed into her from the first moment I looked at her, but now I need to make something clear.
"I'll never take your money. We're going to be together, May, but I don't give a shit what the will says. If your money passes to me, it goes right back to you. I won't touch a dime."
"What do you mean?"
"What I said. I don't want your money. You'll have my babies, and you'll be my wife, that's the deal. Anything else, I provide."
"So... Don’t men usually ask a woman to marry them?"
"I don't know what men usually do. And I don't give a fuck. I don't ask for what's mine. You'll need to get used to that, Pink."
I give her a moment to swallow that pill, and she's silent against my chest.
"I never cared about the money, either. Leah and I just wanted to keep our home.
The one where we grew up. Money never made me happy.
People make me happy. My mom and dad. Leah.
" She looks up at me, her eyelashes wet.
"And you. I know it's stupid, but you make me happy.
You feel like family. How is that possible? "
"I don't know, babe, but I feel the same way."
The limo doesn't take long to reach my house. I'm out before it stops, sweeping her up the stairs and into my bedroom. The bed is unmade from where I've been sleeping in fits for the last two days. Doesn't matter. I lay her out on it.
"You're mine, Pink. And I'm going to claim you so the whole fucking world knows it. You know what that means, don't you?"
I set my lips on her neck, bracing my body over her, barely able to bend over from the pain in my cock. He's ready to breach and breed, and I'm right there with him.
My aching cock jerks with that thought. I've never felt this need, this painful desire to own someone, and I'm afraid for her. Afraid she doesn't know what's coming.
"I think so." Her breath is warm as she turns her face toward me.
"It means I'm going to be deep inside you, May. Every inch of me. Every inch of you. Nothing held back."
As if I'm not already in enough pain from my cock, she brings her heels up onto the bed, lets her thighs fall open, and pushes her hips up to press her heat against me. I guess that's my answer.
I swallow hard. This is not going to be easy. I'm going to hurt her, and that thought should make me remorseful, but I'm not. It makes me ravenous, hell-bent on rutting into her until her belly is full of me.
"Is it weird that I'm so excited? I'm not nervous, and I feel like I should be.
" She blinks, and the lust in her voice, the eagerness, is in stark contrast to her innocent wonder about what's about to happen.
"And I certainly wouldn't mind more of what happened back in your office. Orgasms are like, wow."
This girl, Jesus. It will be a miracle if I don't cum in my pants listening to her.
"Yes. If I have my way, you'll have more orgasms than your little body can take, babe."
I nip at her neck, and her yelp only makes me want to hear more of her painful, sexual sounds.
"Good. I want lots." She closes her eyes for a moment, her chest rising and falling with a deep breath.
I'm on her sweet lips in my next heartbeat. I sweep my tongue into her mouth, my thoughts as unclean as any convicted felon, and I just hope I don't hurt her too much.
Our kiss turns hard. Her hands come up and pull at the sides of my head, holding me to her lips as her tongue explores my mouth. I'm already thinking about what that tongue will feel like on my balls. My cock. The look in her eyes the first time she tastes my cum.
I moan, so loud she breaks from our kiss and lets out a seductive giggle. I think my noises are going to be louder than hers. I'm a bitch for her, and that is perfectly fine with me.
"Are you okay?" She giggles and grinds her panties against my hips.
"I'm very fucking far from okay. I'm the best I've ever been. And I plan on being this way for the rest of my life."
She twists those cotton candy lips to the side, the twinkle in her eye brighter than anything in the sky.
"You've done this a lot." Her lips lose that little upturn in the corners, and my heart catches.
There's doubt in her eyes. "Right? I mean, I barely know anything.
Just what Leah told me, and she doesn't know much.
You were my first kiss. And you have all those girls around you every day.
What if I don't do it right? What if I'm not good, and you're like an expert. I'll feel stupid."
I nuzzle into her neck, barely able to form words. This is going to be a first for us both, and I can't imagine how it could be more perfect.
"No, Pink. That's not how it is." I gulp some air.
Stand up, so I can look down at her. Part of me wonders if she'll think me less of a man for being a virgin at my age.
Doesn't matter. She needs to know. "You're going to be my first, too.
I've waited my whole life for you. Didn't think you'd ever come.
But here you are. And I've saved up everything for you. For us. For our forever."
A smile creases her lips. I can barely wait any longer.
"I like that. I like that you've never done it before." Her matter-of-fact reply hits me in the gut.
"I'm going to make you feel so good, May. Give you everything you want and more. So much more, you'll never imagine anyone else. You'll crave me like a drug, and I'll give you as much of me as you ever need."
I strip off my shirt. The next time we touch, I want to feel her against me.
"Wow." Her mouth hangs open as she stares at me. "What are all those scars from?" Her voice falters, and I'm afraid I've scared her.
"Another time. I'll tell you about each one.
Another time, babe. Don't worry, we have forever.
We'll know everything there is to know about each other soon enough.
" My hands move to rest on her knees. She's wearing these crazy red tights, and I need her naked.
I need her to do it for me. "Unbutton your blouse.
I need you to give yourself to me. Willingly. Show me who you are, May."
She takes a little breath, but her hands move to the top button. I love that she buttons it all the way up. To the rest of the world, she's just sweet, prim and proper. Let them think it. Everything else is just for me.
"That's it. Good girl." The words drip from my lips. I'd never considered saying that before, but right now it's perfect. And the way her eyes sparkle when I say it, it only solidifies what I already know. We were meant for each other.
She slowly unfastens each button, deliberately, her eyes on mine as I devour each moment. I want to memorize this and play it back in my mind a million times. This will be the first day for the rest of our lives together.
"Jesus, May, you're beautiful."
Her fingertips hitch around the fabric, drawing it open slowly, and she gives me what I'd only dreamed of when she unclasps the front of her bra.
Then I notice it. A jagged, silver scar reaching around from her rib cage, up under her left breast. The breast I didn't free from her bra the other night.
Her words come back to me. I need to tell you something .
"That's what I wanted to tell you. It's so ugly. I didn't want you to see it." Her voice shakes, but my mouth is on the scar, licking and kissing it. It only makes me more ravenous for her, makes her more beautiful in my eyes.
There's a perfection within the imperfection. She's perfect, simply because she's her.
"Don't ever use that word about yourself again. Ever."
I'm angry right now, but not at her. I'm angry at whoever made her feel like that. I lift my face, narrowing my eyes. I don't want anyone hurting her or berating her. Harming her in any fucking way.
"This—" My fingertips trace the textured skin, while the skin around it rises in goosebumps.
"—just makes you more precious to me. More beautiful.
And I want to know how you got it, but that'll wait.
Right now, you need to know that every part of you, everything you see as a flaw, I see as perfection.
And don't ever, ever insult yourself again.
Do you understand?" I growl, my lips coming down to nuzzle her neck.
Reaching for her hands, I pull them up and over her head, stretching her body below me.
She nods, her breathing shallow as I nip and bite her neck, leaving my marks there because I need the world to know she's off-fucking-limits.