He groans, his mouth crashing over me again as I feel his cock hardening inside me, throbbing and ready to explode. I can’t wait to feel it again.
He groans as he comes inside of me, every thrust of his hips harder as he pumps himself in and out of me with desperation.
“You like how I fill you up?” Ivan asks through his moans, his breath ragged.
“Yes!” I cry out, savoring the feeling of him inside of me. Being able to be with him anytime I want is amazing. I can’t get enough right now. I cling to him like this is the last time I’ll ever feel this good.
When both of us are finished, he pulls out of me and leans down, kissing my neck gently before cradling me in his arms again. I turn to look at him, breathless after everything. Hishazel eyes lock on mine, and a smile turns the corner of his lips that melts my heart.
“I’ll do anything to protect you, you know that, right?” Ivan says, brushing some stray hairs out of my face.
I nod and nuzzle in closer to him. He kisses my forehead, and I close my eyes, perfectly content to just spend the day here in his arms. Right now, there’s no place I’d rather be.
Chapter 9
Ivan
In spiteof everything that’s happened, Danielle relaxes into me in the living room as we put on the old ClaymationRudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeermovie. She said it was one of her favorites, and I haven’t seen it since I was a young kid, so I thought it could be a nice way to relax and decompress after everything.
Seeing how she smiles at every frame of the movie makes my feel things I haven’t in a long time. I love seeing how happy she is. Watching how a smile morphs her entire face right now brings warmth to my heart.
I want to see this every day for the rest of my life, and I know there’s a reality where that happens.
But do I really deserve that?
I lied to her, I manipulated her, and I put her in danger. I don’t deserve to be with someone like Danielle. She deserves the entire world, and while I can give her anything she wants, I’ve treated her so poorly that I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get over this guilt.
I just don’t know how I’ll ever let her go.
“When I watched this movie as a kid, I knew I wanted to be an animator,” Danielle says, watching how Rudolph’s nose lightsup on the screen. “I stole my mom’s phone and took a bunch of pictures of Barbie dolls in stop-motion animation. I ended up deleting pictures of us as kids, and she was furious.”
Danielle laughs at the memory and takes a deep breath as she watches the movie. I smile at her, looking away before the guilt eats me alive.
“The idea that someday I could make a movie like this that families will sit around and cherish is so nice,” Danielle continues. “Imagine getting to make a movie that inspires some kid just like this one did for me.”
I took that from her.
“Just hope I can figure out the NYU situation.” She pauses, the smile fading from her lips as she remembers why she’s here and all of the stress of her normal life. On top of all of that, she now has this hostage experience that will keep her traumatized for a while.
I brought her here because I was drawn to her. I fell for her the moment I saw her, and I didn’t take her thoughts and feelings into consideration. I knew I needed to have her, and I did what I had to do to get her.
It’s only now I’m realizing how impulsive that was. I knew everything I did was selfish at the time, but I didn’t care. Danielle had an entire life she was living, working toward her dreams. I took all of that from her like it was nothing.
A pit forms in my stomach the more I think about it, and I don’t know how I can go on like this. I’ve completely ruined her life. Sure, I could pay for tuition at NYU after revoking the scholarship, but if she ever found out what I did, would she want to be with me?
I back away from her on the couch, unable to stomach what I’ve done anymore. I shouldn’t get to touch her like this. I shouldn’t get to lean back and be comfortable with her after everything I’ve done.
“What’s wrong?” Danielle asks, concern lacing her words.
“Get dressed. We’re going somewhere,” I say, standing up and walking away from her.
Danielle does as I say, and I go to my office, unlocking my safe and shoving as much cash as I can in a duffel bag. If I ruined her life, I’ll make damn sure she’s taken care of for the rest of it.
When Danielle is dressed and in the living room, I set the duffel bag down on the chair. She eyes it curiously before I walk into her room and throw the rest of her clothes in her suitcase. As I walk out with it in hand, I see the disappointment in her eyes.
“You’re making me leave?” she asks, her voice heartbroken enough that I’m tempted to give in to my desires and let her stay.
“Trust me, you don’t want anything to do with me,” I say, calling the elevator and waiting for her to come. I’ll tell her the truth, but I need to get her to the hotel before I do that.
