A blow sucker punches my heart. I won’t get what I wish most, and everything else fades in comparison.
I focus on the fact that for now I surely have.
For a little while…
14
MIKAIL
On the drive home, she falls asleep, and I can’t stop glancing at her.
I’ve never felt this ease that wraps around my chest. Even my brain is still, unburdened by the agony that has been my steady companion for so many years.
This woman is my sole solace in my constant tug of war with my inner demons.
The guards rush to open the gates, avoiding eye contact. Fuck. I have lost my mind. What I am doing is plain stupid, dangerous on all accounts, but it’s like I sealed my fate and dismissed the implications. I know the consequences will be deadly.
I can’t find it in me to care. I’d rather take these few days with her, living for the first time in my life than return to pitch darkness. It’s impossible to stop myself from giving in, indulging in the forbidden. Her siren call drags me deeper into her scintillating lair, turning me into a willing captive—drowning in her sweet kisses.
I have no power when it comes to her—incapable of fighting my feelings for her.
Parking, I rush to her side to open the door. I gather her in my arms, holding her like my precious treasure as if daring someone to steal her from me.
The men patrolling appear like dark shadows under the artificial lights posted like sentinels all around the property.
Only one guard needs to inform Enzo about this compromising position. I have no excuse for why I am carrying her, where we disappeared to. There’s a difference between watching over her and spending so much time with her.
If the truth is revealed, my reign will crumble. All the hard work, all the achievements and even our brotherhood would disintegrate before my eyes.
Dahlia sighs contentedly in my arms that tighten around her. For a moment, I think of putting her back in the car, driving toward an unknown destination where we could live unbothered. But I could never rest knowing my enemies would jump at the opportunity to hunt me down, try to take her from me.
The power I seized was to protect the woman in my arms. I can’t be that selfish. I refuse to. Even if it costs me my happiness, my sanity, my heart. The present comfort will turn into a future hell.
Bringing her inside, I carry her up the stairs. She weighs almost nothing, or maybe I was built this strong to hold her. I don’t doubt that fact.
Cradling her in the crook of my arm, I turn the handle and lay her on the bed. I undress her carefully so as not to wake her up. Even in sleep, she calls my name, completely ruining me.
Hurrying to the bathroom, I put a washcloth under the faucet and wet it before returning to her, cleaning between her legs.
I came two times, but after such a long hibernation, it’s not enough, needing to pour every bit of cum into her pussy that glistens with our juices, sticking to her thighs.
I groan, not liking to erase the evidence, but I know I must. As I clean her, she hisses, surely sore.
A smirk tugs at the corners of my mouth as I gaze at my sweet rapture and heavenly perdition—my mad obsession and personal undoing in one tiny being who holds all the power. She might be innocent, but my girl also has a filthy mind and loves to be ravished solely by me.
I didn’t even plan to come down her throat, but like always, she cracks my control. It will be so much fun to punish her for that. At the thought alone, my cock throbs and my palm itches with the possibilities.
I am too pumped up to sleep, so I tiptoe into the bathroom.
In the shower, the water cascades down my body before I snatch the towel from the rack, needing to return to her—feel her close. She’s the high I will chase and die for another euphoric kick. My addiction will cost me my life and snatch my soul.
It’s not necessarily an epiphany, but the fucker might as well write that on my tombstone.
Slipping under the covers, Dahlia instinctively inches toward me, and I wrap my arm around her belly, drawing her to my chest.
I close my eyes, savoring this unmatched peace as my brain spins a dream of her, of family. It’s her for me or no one else.
The abyss stretches under my feet, every inch bringing me closer to my downfall. One wrong step and it will swallow me. Then so be it. I will fall with outstretched arms.
