Twenty Nine
DARIO
As I make it back to my bedroom, I step inside, quietly pushing the door closed behind me.
“You’re back,” Liana says, waltzing over to me in nothing but a towel.
“You took a shower without me?” I ask, my eyes trailing down her body, the water beads still clinging to her skin. “What happened to saving water?”
“A bath, actually,” she clarifies. “I didn’t realise you’d be so long.”
“I was gone for an hour, little one. You couldn’t wait a whole hour?”
As her head recoils, her eyes narrow and her eyebrows furrow. “You were down there for three hours, Dario. It’s 1 a.m.”
I tilt my head, bringing my watch into the line of light, allowing me to see the time: 1:03 a.m.
“Fuck, I didn’t even realise,” I admit, apology filling my tone.
She offers me a warm smile, her eyes softening before spinning around to make her way to the bed. “It’s easy to lose track of time. It’s like the whole concept of time doesn’t even exist, completely disappearing as soon as you walk down there.” She perches herself on the edge of the bed. “Did you get your sketches?”
I nod, stalking towards her. “And then some.”
“They’re easy to talk to, right?” she says with a wider smile. “It doesn’t help the whole ‘losing track of time’ thing when they give you information left, right and centre.”
A small laugh escapes my lips. “You really do love them, don’t you?” I ask, crouching down in front of her.
Her smile fades until it looks like a small forced one. “They got me through the hardships of living with Gabriel. It all seemed a little less difficult with them around.”
“What about Anabel?” I ask, my hand finding its way to her bare knee. “The girl from dinner? Did she sort of fill the void when they left?”
She nods. “Does it make me a bad friend that I haven’t reached out to her since I’ve been here?” Her entire facial expression changes. She’s trying her absolute hardest not to let her brave face fall.
“It makes you a distracted friend, Liana, not a bad one. I’m sure she understands that you have to focus on yourself before anything else.”
“I was all she had besides her mother… What if she doesn’t understand? What if she holds a grudge because I let myself get too wrapped up in being here?”
“If she cares about you at all, she’ll understand how big a change this has all been for you. You needed to take time to come to terms with what was happening in your life before you could do anything else. Send her a message, Liana.”
“It’s late,” she says, her voice uncertain.
“If she doesn’t understand, then she was never your friend, was she? If she cares about you the way you care about her, she’ll see you as soon as she can to catch up. Send her a message and she’ll reply when she can.”
She nods, offering me another one of those smiles that make my knees weak. “Pass me a shirt.”
Squeezing her knee reassuringly, I retrace my steps and grab her a shirt, throwing it over to her as I get undressed.
As I turn back around, she’s already drowning in my shirt and crawling over to her side of the bed.
Within an instant, I’m at the edge of the bed and I yank her back, a loud squeak escaping her as her ass collides against my already hard length. “You know I can’t resist you, little one, especially in my shirt.”
“And only your shirt,” she teases, wriggling in my grasp.
A deep moan escapes me, poorly disguised as a hum. “Lift up my shirt, Lia. Show me what you’re hiding.”
She lowers herself to the mattress so her face is buried into it and twists her head to the side, stabilising herself, as she snakes her arms behind her back and pulls the shirt up until it settles around her waist.
Without warning, I land a hard slap to her ass as she winces, her body lunging forward. She says nothing as she lowers herself back into her previous position, the movement making a wicked smile lift the corners of my lips.
“Spread your legs, Lia,” I demand with a whisper.
After a moment of hesitation, she obliges and pushes herself forward, arching her back and giving me full access to every inch of her.
Kneeling in front of her, I yank her closer before my tongue darts out, swiping through her already slick pussy. A quiet moan of approval leaves her as she grinds into my tongue, forcing it that much further against her clit.
Barely a minute passes before she pulls herself away from me. Before I can grab her again, she flips herself around and places her feet against my thighs as I stand. “Just fuck me, Rio. I don’t want or need games right now. Fuck me like you hate me.”
It’s impossible to hate someone as delicate and as angelic as her. Her lust-filled, doe eyes stare into mine, and for a second, I don’t recognise them; they’re dark and pleading with me. It’s like something has possessed her.
“I could never hate you, little one,” I tell her, trailing my fingers down her legs.
“Just fuck me like you do,” she tells me, a hint of danger lacing her words.
Saying nothing more, I push away her legs and tug her closer, leaning forward so my alert cock finds its rightful place against her entrance.
I pause for a moment, and she takes the initiative, sliding closer and forcing almost every inch into herself.
A wince slips free from her lips, a moan quickly following as her hips slowly grind into my length, forcing the very last bit inside her.
I can already feel her walls clenching around me, ready to release her climax.
“I swear to God, Liana, if you come before I tell you to, I’ll make you come over and over until you’re limp, begging me to stop.”
As if taking it as a challenge, her eyes find mine, refusing to move as she clenches around me, forcing herself to finish. In a breathy tone, she asks, “What now?” A wicked smile curls her lips as she continues to take charge, swirling her hips at a slow pace.
“Now, you have no authority here,” I whisper, pulling out of her. I climb on top of her as she pushes herself back. “You’ll get no warnings, nor softness.”
Following through with my loosely veiled threat, I push every single inch into her and she squirms beneath me. “No, wait,” she breathes, reaching her arm out to my chest.
“I told you, little one, and you didn’t fucking listen. Now it’s my turn.”
Keeping my pace slow and steady, my thrusts become harder, the sound of our skin slapping together echoes around the room. Those noises are drowned out as her moans get louder and her pleas break through her lips.
“Harder,” she breathes. “Fuck me harder, Rio.”
Granting her this one wish, she screams out, her chest heaving as she slowly adjusts to my size, roughness and forceful movements.
She tightens around me again, and within a second, she comes, an ear piercing scream leaving her lips. I can feel myself nearing my finish, but I refuse to give in until I get another one of those beautiful cries from her.
“Do you think you have one more in you, little one?”
She opens her mouth to speak before clamping it closed, replacing her words with a quick nod.
“If you give me another scream, I’ll push every single drop into you… Deal?”
“Deal,” she breathes, her words croaky.
“Tell me when, Lia.”
“When,” she whispers with a shaky voice. “Fucking when!”
As a deep groan slips free from my lips, her shriek sounds around the room and her body convulses beneath me. She’s a weak, crumbling mess with tears trickling down the side of her face. It’s a sight that spurs me on further, but I can’t hold back.
With one more deep, hard thrust I release but don’t relent in my pace. Her legs shake under my touch and whimpers continue to pass her lips.
“R-Rio,”—she hesitates briefly, gathering her thoughts and taking another deep, shaky breath—“I-I can’t—”
I shush her, bringing her foot to my lips to place a soft kiss on it. “Just a little longer, little one. Hold out for me, darling.”
She nods and swallows to get some sort of moisture in her mouth.
I soften my pace and thrusts, her body quivering harder. As I pull out, a shiver rocks through her, and she jolts.
My cock is still throbbing, itching to feel her warmth again, but I resist the urge and find my way to the bathroom to clean up. I grab a soft flannel and run it under the warm water while I wipe myself before heading back to the room to help Liana. She’s still where I left her, her breathing gradually returning to its usual pace.
I stride over to her and settle myself between her thighs. As the warm cloth touches her skin, she jumps and props herself up onto her elbows to watch me. Her eyes meet mine and her shoulders relax as I lift the damp cloth for her to see.
“I’m cleaning you up, little one. I know you’re tired, but give me a minute and we can go to sleep, okay?” She nods, but says nothing, her eyes watching every single move I make.
Delicately, I wipe at her thighs, pussy and ass; planting a kiss between every swipe as if to ease her shakiness.
“All done,” I say, returning to the bathroom to put the cloth in the laundry basket. Walking back into the room, I walk over to her side of the bed and lift her up. With a soft kiss to her forehead, I place her in her rightful spot and walk over to my side, pulling the comforter up over the both of us.
“I texted Anabel,” Liana says, moving closer.
“That’s good, baby,” I tell her, pulling her into me.
“She wants to meet at noon tomorrow for lunch.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “I’ll be back within the hour, though. Your mother, Kat and I have plans to pick out furniture for both nurseries.”
“That sounds great. Did you need a lift or to be picked up?” I ask, brushing the hair from her face.
“No,” she slurs as sleep overtakes her. “I was thinking of driving into the city myself.”
“Take the SUV then; it’s the only one we have on stand-by.”
“Okay.” Her voice is a mere whisper.
Within seconds, she’s asleep, her head buried in my neck and her soft breaths having now taken on a calm rhythm.
She’s way too innocent for a man like me, but she’s mine, and that’ll never change. In every sense of the word, she’s mine. Every inch of her belongs to me, and if another man so much as looks at her, it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Whether she realises it or not, she’s awakened something in me, something possessive that has made me absolutely obsessed with her.