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Removing my hands from her sides, I cup her jaw in one with a sharp hold and move the other around to the small of her back, holding her to me.
“Listen to me when I speak, Della. Don’t fucking check out on me.” Walking her back to the bed, we fall so I’m on top. “I will be back, and when I am”—my gaze wanders down her slight frame—“I’m fucking claiming you.”
Capturing her lips before she can process my words, I kiss her until we’re breathless and wanting more than she’s ready for. Her body gears up for pleasure, anticipating everything I’m prepared to give her, but her mind isn’t on board.
I can wait, but for now, I recognize that she needs something to hold onto, so I let myself go and rub my raging dick between her legs. Her pleasure peaks quickly, and soon, she’s screaming into my mouth, and I’m doing everything I can to hold back my own orgasm.
This fucking girl will be the end of me. She will destroy every sense of control I’ve carefully maintained my entire life, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for it.
CHAPTER 7
Della
I’ve been hiding since Holy left two days ago. Working on jewelry is all I’ve done when I’m not fighting to sleep. Dad keeps encouraging me to go out, but I just haven’t wanted to. Nothing against Cowboy, but I’ve never felt as safe as the day at the pier with Holy. It wasn’t just the way he kissed and touched me but the cautious way he was about those around me.
Holy kept the world at bay, and my focus was solidly on him, so I didn’t notice the crowd, and I wasn’t left feeling as exhausted from trying to block everyone out as I usually am. Without Holy here, I just don’t have the interest in venturing out into the world without him.
“Della.” Spinning at my father's voice, I recognize the worry on his face and feel it in the air around me.
“I’m fine, Dad, pinky promise.” Holding up said pinky, I wiggle it until his lips lift on one side. It’s something I’ve done since I was a little girl.
“You haven’t left the house since he took off.”
“I’m aware.”
“Maybe we could swim this afternoon?” It’s something we haven’t done together in years.
Glancing out the window, I see the cleaner working as the sun shines down, with bright white clouds floating in the sky, and I realize it’s a perfect day for it. “I’d like that, Dad. I’ll finish this, and then we can have lunch out there?” Holding up the purse I’m working on, a new product for my store, his eyes widen.
“New?” I nod. “Cool, I’ll see you in a couple hours.” I feel lighter as he leaves, and I can tell he does, too. I don’t mean to worry him. Especially after he took me in without question over my paternity. He could have dumped me at a hospital and walked away.
From how he tells it, it was love at first sight when he found me on the doorstep. I was strapped into a car seat so I couldn’t wander off. I had stopped crying when he came to investigate what the noise was from outside. While I remember some things, others not so much, but I occasionally wonder what my mother was like. If she ever loved me, or where she is now.
There are so many unanswered questions about my past and why I am the way I am, and I don’t believe I’ll ever have them answered. Much as I wish I could.
After sewing a pocket on the front of the purse, I put my things away and store the item in the top drawer of my desk. It’s where I keep all my works in progress. The need to clean up my desk before I leave the room is ingrained in me. I don’t like beginning a project in a messy space.
Rushing to get upstairs, I hear my dad speaking to someone from the open door of his office, and since it’s one-sided, I assume he’s on the phone. I planned to ignore him until I heard my name.
“This isn’t up for fucking debate. Della isn’t for sale.” Stunned, I’m rooted to the spot. “I don’t fucking care; I said no!” The shout makes me jump. My father is always in control. I’ve barely heard him raise his voice unless it was regarding me, and even then, it’s rare.
There are a few minutes of silence before he says, “It doesn’t matter if she’s mine or not; I said no.” I hear him pacing as I move forward to peek inside. He’s restless and angry, more livid than I’ve ever felt him before. It’s almost terrifying to experience that kind of rage from one person.
Sweating, I don’t move and wait for what he says next. “If you want a fucking war, I’ll give you one, Smith. You come for her, and I will eliminate everyone in your bloodline. Are we fucking clear?” Slamming the phone down, he leans forward with his hands on his desk before letting out a bellow that would scare the wildest of animals, and he trashes his desk, sweeping everything off so it flies around the room.
I know I should leave; he doesn’t need me here to witness his anger, but I’m fascinated because I’ve sensed this inside the man I’ve loved for years. He hides so much of himself from me when I wish he wouldn’t.
“Dad?” His head pops up, and I swear if evil could be described, it would be the look in his eyes before he manages to mask his fury. “Is everything alright?”
I can see his struggle, feel it in the depths of my bones, and I tremble with his effort because it’s a breathing entity in this very room.
“No, but I’ll take care of it.” I have no doubt about that.
“I heard…” He cocks his head to the side. “A lot. Someone wants to buy me? I might not be yours? What’s going on?” Stepping further inside, I close the door because I get the feeling this isn’t a conversation for anyone else to eavesdrop on.
Sighing, he drops into his chair and scrubs his hands up and down his face before leaning his elbows on his now-empty desk.
“Sean Smith has been trying to buy your services for months.”
