Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
STEPHEN
I’m going to keep her forever and be damned what anyone else thinks of the matter. I’ll raise hell with anyone who gets in my way. The city hums faintly beyond the apartment walls, distant sirens and traffic muffled by glass and height.
Dallen is mine, and she, too, will soon come to realize that we’re made for each other. We click. The chemistry between us is off the charts. Nothing can change that, not even how much she loves her family.
In the end, she’ll choose me. I have to believe that, or I’ll go insane. Because the alternative—her walking away, choosing her father’s world over mine—is something I don’t know how to survive.
I play her body like an instrument, tease her breasts, roll my fingers around her nipples, and relish her sexy little squirm on my lap that presses against my cock.
I’m going to fuck her so hard, control her like a toy.
God help me, she feels like something I can lose, and that thought claws at my chest.
“Stephen…” Her breathy moan fires my blood more. I pick her up around her waist and set her on her hands and knees on the lounge. I kneel behind her, the need burning through me like a wildfire I’m unable to control.
I push up her dress, her pretty, tight ass in her sexy thong greeting me.
I lean down and kiss one cheek, sliding her silk panties off to pool at her knees.
She shivers, and I can see she’s wet. I dip a finger into her cunt, twist it to tease her G-spot.
She moans, gasps at my intrusion into her body, but squirms with need. Acceptance.
My cock hardens further. I rip my pants open, my large dick pressing Dallen’s sex as if it knows where paradise lies. I push into her, watching as I stretch her slick warmth, taking me fully. I remain still a moment, enjoying her heat as it tightens around me, contracts, seeking release.
Damn, she feels good.
I pull out and thrust hard, claiming her body. I clasp her hips, moan as she cries out my name, muffled into the lounge. “That’s it, Pumpkin. Enjoy me.”
“Yes…” Her cries spur me on, and I lunge into her again.
She’s so wet, ready, needy. I love it. Every moment of it. My balls ache, my stomach is a knot of need, of wants and desires. She makes me feel so much more than anyone before. Too much. Enough that I can see how badly this can destroy me if she decides I’m not worth the risk.
I cannot get enough of her.
“Tell me you’re mine. That you’ll not allow anything to come between us.”
She moans, a sound that’s tinged with want and frustration. “I can’t,” she says, still denying me what I want. Still refusing to believe what I say is true. Still holding herself apart from me, as if she might bolt at any moment.
I punish her by pulling out. I sit, hard as rock against her ass, and reach around and roll my fingers against her clit.
She moans, squirms against my hand. “Tell me, Dallen. Say you’ll keep seeing me, no matter what anyone else says.
We’re good together.” I slip my fingers between her slick folds, dipping them into her moist heat before rolling them over her button.
“Stephen, stop teasing. I can’t take it.”
She presses her ass against my cock, and I undulate against her.
I want to come. I want her to agree to what I’m ordering her to do.
She’s so frustratingly independent, a trait I’m finding a fucking turn-on and dangerous, because independence means she can choose to walk away—from me, from my name, from everything I am.
“Tell me you’ll drop the Romeros as clients.”
She moans, and I thrust into her once more, taking her, owning her.
She pushes back against me, sitting up and facing forward on my lap.
I clasp one of her tits, teasing her pebbled nipple as I grind my fingers around her clit.
She tightens about my cock, the tremors of her forthcoming release dragging me into joining her.
The Romeros shouldn’t be anywhere near her. They don’t touch what’s mine. They don’t circle something I care about without consequences.
“You like me fucking owning you. Admit it.”
“I love this,” she stubbornly says. “But you’ll never own me, Stephen.”
I pinch her clit before rolling it under the pads of my fingers. She lets out a squeal of pain mixed with pleasure before she comes. Her body convulses around my cock, and I’m powerless to stop my release.
I thrust into her, wanting my seed deep, to claim. Not that I think anything will come of it. She’s a sensible woman. She is more than protected, even if I’m not.
“Stephen,” she screams, her head pressing against my shoulder. I kiss her neck, relishing the feel of our orgasm ripping through us both. Her father will hate this. The Romeros will use it. And still, I can’t make myself stop.
“Dallen,” I groan. The urge to never let her go, to keep her here with me, safe and not around those who will keep us apart, is overwhelming. But there isn’t a war I haven’t yet won, and I always get what I want. The Moretti’s don’t lose.
And I won’t lose Dallen.