He continues with his tortuous pace, and just when I think I can’t any more, he shifts slightly and pushes in harder.My nails dig into his back to keep me grounded as my body locks up and I’m overwhelmed.A variety of emotions hit me all at once.Tears burst from my eyes, and I scream as I come so hard I feel like I’m shattering apart.
He starts moving faster and harder.His body not stopping.He pushes me higher and higher, putting me back together the way he wants.The way my heart that shouldn’t be involved wants to be.Then he thrusts so hard I feel like I’m going to split in two.When I feel a pop deep in my body and Patrick groans my name as he comes inside me, I know from reading all my dirty books that he just breeched my cervix.
My breathing slowly returns to normal.Patrick is still inside me, his body covering mine, but not weighing me down.His hard chest presses into my breasts as I inhale and exhale.He hasn’t said anything, and I’m not sure where it goes from here.
“You’re thinking too hard, sweets.”He shifts slightly, and his cum leaks from my body.
“Shoot, we didn’t use a condom.”I point out.
He stands from the bed and ignores my comment as he stares down at my body.Feeling self-conscious all of a sudden, I want to cover myself.But he reaches out a hand for me, and I take it.He carefully pulls me from the bed and leads me around the wall into a large bathroom.
“Wait here.”He points for me to stand in front of the sink as he walks to the large tub and starts the water.
His muscles bunch under all his tattoos.He’s covered in them.More than my brother has, I think.Even his fingers are tattooed.When he turns to me, he holds out his hand again.It’s as if he’s giving me a choice, just like in the club earlier.
I walk over and slide my hand into his.He steps into the tub and helps me in next.The warm water hits my aching core but also soothes my thighs and calves that hurt from dancing so much tonight between the show and then the club.
“Thank you for being so sweet.”I lean my head back onto his chest as he picks up a sponge and starts rubbing it across my body.
“I’m supposed to take care of you, Daria.It’s my duty.”
I want to roll over and see his face to try to gauge what he’s really saying.
“What’s next?”I finally ask him, nervous about his answer but ready to hear it.
“We take a real shower.And if I can’t control myself, I’ll take you against the glass, but then to bed, where I will have you again.You’ll feel me when you move for the next few days.I can’t help myself when it comes to you.I want you to never forget I was there.”
He squeezes his arms around me, hugging me tight, and in this moment, I can almost see us doing this again.
Patrick didn’t lie.He did take me in the shower, against the wall, then again in the bed.My body aches, but I don’t regret any of it.I will never regret this night with him.He made it perfect, and I felt cherished the whole time.
Something woke me up, but I don’t know what.I realize I put my phone on airplane mode after I lied to Alek.I slide across the bed and pick up my phone next to Patrick’s on the nightstand.His is lit up with numerous messages, but I don’t snoop.
I unlock my phone and take it off airplane mode.Instantly, it lights up with message after message.Most are from Alek, but a few are from my mother.I scroll through Alek’s until one stops my heart and brings tears to my eyes.
Big Bro
Dar, don’t do this.I know you didn’t leave that club.Isn’t it enough that we lost our father because the families mixed?You have an hour to get out of there, or I come in there with an army.And if he took advantage of you, I’ll kill him myself.
I can’t be the reason Patrick loses his life.
Glancing at the time, I notice the message was sent thirty minutes ago.I have to hurry and get out of here.Carefully, I slide from the bed, but I can’t find my dress.I remember Patrick picked up the floor and put the clothes somewhere.Tiptoeing across the room, I find his dresser and open the top drawer.I pull out a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt.After slipping them over my body, I make my way through the suite, phone, shoes, and purse in hand.
Next to the elevator is a door leading to a set of stairs.With everything in my arms, I run down barefoot until I reach the bottom.I slip my heels back on and push open the heavy door.A loud alarm blares from the unmarked fire exit.I run down the alley to the street, where an SUV waits with the same two guards I yelled at earlier in the club.Head held high, I walk over and climb in.
“Take me to the casino,” I order them, but they shake their heads.
They drive me to Summerlin, where Alek and several of the heads of the Bratva all live.I want to sink into the seat and disappear when we pull up to Alek’s house and I see him standing there.He’s going to know what transpired.There’s no hiding it, but I don’t care.I wanted tonight with Patrick.
My brother opens the back door and takes one look at me.“Out,” he orders.
“No.I’m going to my mother’s house, and you can’t stop me.”
“I can, and I will.Do you know what I have to do now?I have to kill him.You were out partying and drinking, and he took advantage of you.”
I push Alek back and step out of the car.“No, he didn’t.It was mutual, and I only had two shots.You can ask your goon squad.Now, I’m going to bed to get some sleep so I can go to work tomorrow.My personal life is just that.Personal.It’s not related to the Bratva or the Irish Mob.It’s mine.”
I storm off, stomping along the sidewalk that is starting to glow with sunrise.Guess I’m only going to get a bit of sleep before I have to be at the office.
