"Thank you, Davis," I said again, because how could I not thank him after everything he had done for me, and continued to do. "Now fuck me good, my Viking, because I just promised you my life." I threw him a wink, and I swore he growled sexily, like some kind of animal. I giggled as he wrapped me in his arms and pulled me close, licking between my breasts and up to my chin.
"Oh trust me, you'll never tire of sex with me. I'll make sure of it."
"I don't doubt it."
He pulled my skirt off along with my underwear, surprising me with the gentle way he did it, even though he'd just torn my shirt open. He then shed his own clothes so fast I wondered if maybe he had some sort of inhuman speed. I let my hands run the length of his torso, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles. He really was a modern-day Viking.
Our hands explored each other, much in the same way our mouths did. At one point, I had even kissed his hairy calf, but I didn't care about it at the time, only wanting to love every inch of him. He didn't let me kiss him all over for long as he dragged me across the bed and positioned me towards him in just the right way. Davis really knew how to drive me wild and he planned to prove it tonight.
Oh, the sex we had was unlike any before. It was passionate, hot, and outright sexy as hell. Then it was gentle, loving, and safe, the complete opposite. After that it went animalistic, savage even, running me wild and ragged. Davis was showing me all the ways he could take me, all the ways he could make me feel immense pleasure. By the end, I was spent, utterly exhausted. My muscles ached and my poor center was screaming.
He was right. I would never tire of sex with him.
27: You’re A Fighter
Lisa’s POV
I kept trying to decide what it was that I wanted to do. Short of having a fallopian tube transplant, which I don't think is a thing, I couldn’t carry my own child without endangering the two of us. I was leaning towards surrogacy because I'd still like to see a little Davis running around. I want Izzy to have a sibling that was blood related to her. Not that an adoption would make them any less our family.
Today, however, my mind was not on how I would have a child. No, today my only thoughts were about how satisfying it would be to see Dad hauled off to jail. This was the day Davis would help me trap him in his office and talk to him one-on-one. Well, two-on-one, as Davis wouldn’t be leaving my side.
The man had been even more insatiable since he proposed, and I said yes. It was like it opened up this whole other side of him, one I couldn't get enough of either. I loved every second of it. He had also gotten more protective, and I find it quite endearing.
"Alright, my warrior. Are you ready?" he asked me as I stared at the tall building my father had built.
I know it was no small feat for him to build this company. It took years, many years, of hard work and dedication for him to get this business to be so successful, yet I brought it down in a week. Airing Dad's illegal activities, along with his dirty laundry, had this business in the gutter. I knew he was taking losses right now, but I didn’t feel bad for him, not in the least. His loss was bringing me such joy, amplified by the fact that I caused it.
I did this to him.
"More than ready," I said, because for once there was not a shred of fear in me knowing I was going to his office.
"Let's go speak your truth, then." He winked at me, giving my hand a squeeze before getting out of the car.
I felt taller than before as I strolled up to the building with Davis. For once, I did not bow my head as I made my way to the elevator. We earned glances from everyone in the lobby, but I didn't let it affect me. There was no way their opinions mattered to me anymore. I knew they were probably wondering what was going on? Why was I visiting the devil himself?
The ding of the elevator doors had my heart pounding. I wasn't scared, but I was nervous. My mind was trying hard to plan the right words to speak. I wanted to make sure that Dad knew he had fucked up. He fucked up long-ago, many times over, but today I wanted to tell him so myself.
I marched with deep determination towards his office. His front desk was empty since Mandy quit, and not a soul wanted to take her place. Dad was left to do the work of his own secretary. The situation was quite comical to me, as Dad hated doing grunt work now that he was CEO.
I pushed his door open so hard that it slammed against the wall. For the first time, I saw Dad physically jump out of his chair. He was scared, but it wasn't of me. I think he knew what was coming. The smile on my face only let him know how amusing I found the whole thing.
"What are you doing here, Lisa? You've caused enough problems with the Darnell contract. We're lucky that video got out, or they would have taken half the company." Dad narrowed his eyes at me, obviously aware I leaked the video. "You need to leave. Your presence is no longer welcomed here."
For once, his words did not hurt me. Whatever need for his approval I once sought was long gone.
"I have something to say and you're going to sit there and you're going to listen," I said, using the most commanding tone I had.
"I stand before you today as a woman who has been broken and beaten down by your abuse for far too long. For years, I have lived in fear of your anger and your fists, never knowing when or how you would hurt me or Lucas. But today, I am here to tell you I will no longer be your victim. I will no longer allow you to control me with your violence and your manipulations. You may have thought that you could break me, that you could make me cower in fear and submit. But you were wrong. I am stronger than you ever gave me credit for. I have survived your abuse, and I have come out the other side with a fire in my heart and a determination to let no one treat me that way again."
Oddly enough, Dad was sitting quietly as he looked at me with a stoic face. Not a single emotion crossed his features as I spoke.
"I want you to know that your abuse has not just hurt me, but it has hurt our entire family. You have torn us apart with your anger and your violence, and it is time for that to stop. It is time for you to take responsibility for your actions, for all the terrible shit you've done. I want you to know that I am done with you, your abuse, your manipulation, and your cruelty. I am a strong, capable woman, and I will not let you or anyone else bring me down. I am taking back my power, and I am standing up for myself. So, Dad, I hope you hear me loud and clear. I am done with you. It's time for me to move on and to live my life on my own terms. And I hope that someday, you will realize how badly you fucked up, and it eats away at you. None of us will forgive you, nor will we help you. You're alone, Dad. Completely and utterly alone."
I felt satisfied as I let the last words slip from my lips. Dad seemed unaffected, but I hoped it was just a mask he had placed. Maybe under that exterior I had hurt him in a way. That was too presumptuous of a thought as Dad got up slowly, indifference written on his face. He strode his way towards us without a care, like I hadn’t just delivered the speech of my life. There was no emotion, no intimidations, nothing, just a man that caused me years of misery headed my way. Perhaps he was testing my resolve, thinking he could intimidate me with his slow walk. I kept my head high, showing him I did not fear him any longer.
“I am pretty sure I told you to leave,” he said, holding his office door open for me to leave.
It was like a slap in the face. It was a reaction I wasn’t expecting when I said what I needed to. Maybe I wanted him to cry, or perhaps even be mad. Somehow, his indifference hurt more than anything.
