Chapter Twenty-Two
Malory
“Stay down here. No peeking, little one.”
With a quick peck to my lips Tyson rushes upstairs while I finish preparing dinner.
The man hasn’t left my side all day since my breakdown this morning, concerned that his absence would trigger me once more.
He even made me sit on his lap while he cleaned and put away his weapons.
Not that I’m complaining.
There’s nothing I need more at the moment than his reassurance.
There’s no better feeling than having somebody who truly cares about you, who’s your safe place.
And Tyson is that person for me.
Unlike my parents who put their own ambition above their child’s needs.
I had to be kidnapped by an emotionless hitman to realize what affection truly looks like.
Real and pure, where the other person isn’t seeking anything in return. They want you for who you are and that’s enough.
Loud shuffling sounds from above, making me wonder what Tyson is up to since it sounds like he’s moving furniture.
Shaking my head with a smile, I take out two bowls from the cabinets.
I’ve been trying a lot of new recipes, but this is one I’ve been coming back to the most.
Tomato soup with vegan grilled cheese.
I top it off with a few leaves of basil from the plant sitting on the windowsill, looking upon my creation with pride.
Who would have thought that a simple dish could make me this happy.
Feeling accomplished, I turn around just as Tyson descends the stairs, his hair ruffled from whatever he was doing.
When he comes to stand before me, I can’t resist running my fingers through the thick strands, smoothing back the pieces that have fallen over his forehead.
“What are you up to?” I ask as he cages me in against the counter.
“You’ll see.” The corner of his mouth tips up as he nudges his nose with mine, the brief touch sending a jolt through my body.
I thought I’d get used to his closeness with time, but now I doubt that will ever happen.
Taking out a tray from under the sink, Tyson starts loading our dinner onto it. My heart skipping a beat when he holds the whole thing up with one hand while the other reaches for mine.
Fingers laced together, we walk towards his bedroom. Just as I think that we’re about to have a comfy meal in bed, I realize that the bedding is missing. Along with the mattress.
Confused, I look at Tyson just for him to nod towards the open window, letting go of my hand as I take a hesitant step forward.
Looking back over my shoulder, I cock an eyebrow in question. Yet his face reveals nothing.
So, I lean outside. Blinking in awe at what I’m seeing.
I’ve totally forgotten that this room is right above the porch, the roof of which is accessible through here.
And in the middle of it sits our mattress under a nest of pillows and blankets, a single candle casting dim light into the night.
“What is this?” I breathe.
“If I remember correctly, stargazing was next on your list of dreams.”
His body presses against my back but I can’t bring myself to turn away from the scene as my eyes start to water.
Tilting my head up, Tyson’s gaze bores into mine.
“I said no more crying, little one.” He runs his thumb under my eyes. “Now get your pretty ass out there.”
Before he can pull away from my face, I catch his wrist, kissing the pad of his finger, his palm and lastly the inside of his wrist in gratitude.
A little, choked sound slips from his throat.
Carefully stepping over the window frame, I settle on my usual side of the makeshift bed, watching as he balances the tray between us.
“I thought this might be better than sleeping on the ground since there’s quite a bit of wildlife surrounding us.”
Looking up at the open sky, hundreds of stars shine brightly above our heads.
Far from the city there’s nothing to obstruct our view, the vastness of it extraordinary.
“It’s beautiful.” I whisper, overcome with wonder.
Cradling the bowls of soup in our laps, we enjoy the silent ambiance of the woods beneath the cover of darkness.
“This is great, baby.” Tyson mumbles with a full mouth, finishing off his second piece of bread while I’ve barely nibbled on the first one.
Sometimes, I feel like he’s inhaling his food instead of chewing it.
The man raises an eyebrow at the amusement dancing in my gaze. But I just shake my head, suppressing a grin.
“Tell me.”
“What?” I decide to act innocent.
“Whatever you were just thinking.” Tyson watches my face like he’s trying to extract the answer straight from my brain.
“I was just wondering whether you actually chew your food because I have no idea what to do if you start choking.” I muse as a lazy smile spreads over his sharp features.
It’s weird seeing the man so domesticated, at ease. I could watch him like this forever.
“If you think that I’m eating fast, you should see my brothers.”
“You never really talk about them.” My voice is quiet, not wanting to push him, but at the same time giving him the space to share things with me.
“I haven’t talked about these things with anyone.” He pauses briefly. “Honestly, I’m not sure where to draw the line. They’ve both dealt with a lot of shit of their own that they likely wouldn’t want me sharing.”
Tyson tucks a strand of my hair that got caught in the warm summer breeze behind my ear, slowly running his fingers along my jaw as I shudder beneath his touch.
“Things from your childhood?” I ask hesitantly, hoping to avoid bringing up more painful memories.
“Partially, my father fucked all of us up in different ways. But that’s not all of it.” He smooths out the crease between my brows. “It played into their cards as well when I killed him. We’re on good terms.”
“Do you talk often?”
“We keep each other updated, but I’m not actively involved anymore.” He answers vaguely.
“You mean in the mafia?” I remember Tyson mentioning it here and there, but he never elaborated much.
“My eldest half-brother Dante is Capo now. He owns the West Coast, everything from Seattle down to San Diego is his.” His jaw clenches as he continues.
“It’s nearly impossible to leave that life behind. Nonetheless, we have an understanding. As long he keeps my identity a secret, I’ll resign my claim to Los Angeles, leaving him ultimately in charge.”
“The fact that he’s bastard born doesn’t sit well with some of the traditionalists in his ranks. After all, I am my father’s only trueborn heir if you care about that stuff.” Right, because we have suddenly gone back a century in time.
“Though Dante does have his ways of dealing with defiance. And since I have no interest in furthering my father’s legacy, it works out for the both of us.” My mouth opens and closes without a word because what does a person even say to that.
He talks about it with such indifference, like it’s just what it is. I guess he really sees it that way.
Then something unreadable, almost pained bleeds into his expression.
“I’ll do anything in my power to keep you away from all of this.” Rarely do I get to witness Tyson’s vulnerable side, but in those few moments, I’m utterly convinced that I’m falling for the man before me.
Propped up on an elbow, his gaze never leaves me as I finish my food, his sharp features illuminated by the candlelight.
“I thought we were watching the stars?” I tease, causing his eyes to soften. A corner of his lips pulls up into a heart stopping smirk.
“I am.”
A deep blush covers my cheeks, making me look away to escape the intensity of his piercing, black eyes.
It’s the way he says these things with such conviction and devotion that makes my heart impossibly full.
I no longer possess the strength to resist him.
Cuddling into his side, I lay my head onto his hard chest, looking upon the countless little lights above.
I listen to his steady heartbeat, feeling at peace.
We spend hours laying in each other’s arms with Tyson pointing out the different constellations while I relish in the way his deep, raspy voice washes over me.
“Thank you, for all of this.” I lift my head, our lips brushing lightly.
“No need for gratitude, little one. Being mine is all I need.” Tyson catches my lips in a deep kiss.
Slow and sensual, so unlike him. Just two people savoring each other, wholly immersed in the moment.
He tenderly cups my cheek as our tongues continue to meet each other thrust for trust until I’m forced to submit.
As I always do.
Brushing my hair away from my face, Tyson places one last gentle kiss to my swollen lips before he sits up on his knees, tearing his shirt over his head.
Drinking in the sight of his bare torso, my eyes rove over the blend of scars and tattoos spread over the wide plains of his muscles. The perfect image of brutality and violence.
Not to me though.
Reaching out, I let my fingers trail down his flexing abs, causing a rough groan to tear from his throat.
Slowly unfastening his belt, I hold his lust-filled gaze as I reveal the black briefs straining to contain his throbbing hardness.
The man doesn’t rush as he pulls off my top, brushing his palms over my ribs before removing my pants, sliding them down my legs along with my panties.
His lips meet my mound for a brief moment as I lift my butt to make it easier for him.
Resuming his path of kisses over every newly uncovered patch of skin, he undresses me until I'm lying bare under the stars.
This is a thousand times better than in my dreams.
Raising my leg, he kisses my sole, the hollow of my ankle, down my calf to the sensitive spot under my knee, continuing along my inner thigh.
His stubbled cheeks scratching the delicate skin, yet his tongue is the softest thing I’ve ever felt.
Making his way up my body, Tyson starts kneading my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples.
His lips trace my collar bone, leaving kiss after kiss on my flushed skin. The man is everywhere, his touch setting me aflame.
I mewl softly as he latches onto my nipple, swirling his tongue around the peaked bud.
“Finally, a place to properly worship you.” Tyson stretches out between my legs, half of his body sprawled on the rooftop while I’m nestled in the soft blankets.
My pussy throbs with need for his fingers, his mouth, his cock. Anything he’ll give me.
Hooking my legs over his shoulders, I shiver in anticipation as Tyson grazes my outer thighs with his calloused hands.
“Open your legs, baby.” He orders and my knees fall apart, revealing how wet I am for him.
“That’s it. Show me my glistening pussy, Malory.” His eyes blaze at the sight of me, spread wide open just for him.
With one last tender kiss to my lower belly, Tyson’s mouth closes around my swollen clit, sucking and stroking as I writhe in pleasure.
I’m at the brink of begging when his tongue dips between my folds, lapping at my entrance. Almost there.
Biting my bottom lip, I return his heated look.
"Let me hear you, baby girl." He rasps, a low rumble rising from his chest as he buries his face in my lap.
Back arching, my hips buck as his tongue ravishes me without merci. Precisely where I need him.
I weave my fingers into his hair, trying to pull him closer. But the man is relentless. Edging me to the point of crying with both of his rough hands holding me in place as he drives me higher and higher with every tortuous lick.
At last, Tyson’s tongue penetrates me, his nose rubbing against my clit. And I shatter.
My raw moans echoing through the night as my pussy spasms, my body shuddering. Yet the man keeps licking my sensitive flesh, letting me ride out the waves of pleasure until I’m spent.
Utterly drained in the best way possible.
With a content sigh I brush the strands of unruly hair out of his eyes as Tyson rests his cheek against my inner thigh, peering up at me. He watches me with an indecipherable expression, something between yearning and awe.
In the blink of an eye, it’s gone. Ravenous hunger taking over.
I whimper when he grabs my hips, scooting my body down until his crown rubs against my overstimulated clit.
Grinding against my core, the man prods at my abused entrance, making me widen my legs for him.
“So eager for my cock, little one.” He groans, looking pleased at seeing me like this. A dripping mess just for him.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” Tyson moans into my mouth, easing into me, stretching me so good as he fills me completely.
“Your pussy is so hot and wet for me, baby. I’m going to stay buried in your gorgeous cunt forever.” With me impaled on his throbbing shaft, he pulls me into a deep kiss.
His conquest turning almost desperate, like he needs to make sure that I’m here. That I’m never leaving.
With our lips fused together, Tyson gently pulls his hips back before thrusting back in, driving himself between my walls until he's buried to the hilt.
There’s still dominance in his touch, I wouldn’t have it any other way, but this feels different. More sensual.
A new sort of intimacy as our hot bodies wind together, conveying much more than words possibly could.
It feels so good. So damn right.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, warmth spreads through my chest as I meet his burning gaze, full of lust and longing.
For the first time, we fuck slowly.
Forehead to forehead, our bodies coming together as all walls between us crumble.
He shows me all of himself. Open and vulnerable, letting me see the suffering boy he was but also the strong man he has become.
No one else gets this raw version of him. The tortured soul that speaks to mine, binding us together irrevocably.
It’s the closest we’ve come to making love.
“You're doing so well, baby girl.” He breathes over my lips, short huffs of air grazing my face every time he bottoms out.
"M-more." I mewl desperately, clenching my thighs around his waist.
“Not yet.” His rigid shaft moves in and out of me in long, hard strokes. Tyson’s eyes flaring as I roll my hips against his, meeting his every trust.
Releasing a strangled breath, I tighten my hold, needing him impossibly closer.
I yearn to be under his skin.
Sliding a hand underneath my back, he cradles my naked body to his. Tyson’s thrusts getting harder, more demanding.
“My good girl.” A guttural rumble rises from deep within his being. “My needy baby likes getting fucked while looking at the stars.”
Throwing my head back, my lashes flutter and I close my eyes only to immediately snap them open. Not wanting to miss a second of watching Tyson's pleasure filled expression. His strong body moving above me, coming undone for me.
He's breathtaking, the moonlight illuminating his massive silhouette. There’s no denying it any longer.
I’ve fallen hard for this man.
“Who owns you, Malory?” His heavy breath ghosts over my skin.
“Ty!” I half sob and half moan, running my palms down his muscular back to his flexing ass, pushing him deeper into me. Tyson groans into my ear as my walls clamp tightly around him, blinding pleasure overcoming us both.
His chest heaves as his thrusts turn more forceful. Our sweaty bodies rocking back and forth beneath the open sky.
“Come on my cock, baby.” He growls, barely holding back. “Come with me.”
His girth thickens, making my pussy contracts around him as our shuddering bodies convulse in ecstasy.
We come together. Lost so deeply in one another that it feels like we’re one.
One and the same.
Tyson stays inside me long after I feel his cock soften, our release oozing out.
Snuggling into his warm body, feeling his weight on me like a cocoon of safety, I wish to never move.
His face is buried in my neck as I hold him to me, drawing mindless patterns on his back with my fingertips until they become a word.
Mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
I write it over and over until I feel his arms tighten around me, his body turning rigid.
He’s figured it out.
Releasing a strangled breath, his lips meet my shoulder, the crook of my neck, my throat.
“Yours.” Tyson’s onyx eyes rise to meet mine before locking me in the softest, most heartfelt kiss.
This man is mine.
And I love him.