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Maybe he does, because I’ve barely even thought about having sex with anyone before tonight. It just seems sort of dirty and gross to be completely naked and sharing bodily fluids with someone else.
But now? Now Lochlan has me wondering if there’s a lot more to sex than what I had assumed. And I’m almost certain he would be more than happy to constantly dangle me over the edge of the cliff.
6
Lochlan
“How did it go?” Salvato asks as soon as I walk out of Sophie’s bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
“Fine.”
“Fine?”
“Yeah, Dante. It was fine. She said yes.”
“She did?” he mutters in surprise.
“I told you she would,” I remind him. “Now, I’ll show myself out,” I say as I push past him to escape his third-degree torture interrogation and get the hell out of this penthouse.
It’s not that I feel guilty for running my knife over his daughter’s virgin pussy. It’s just that if I don’t leave now, I may not be able to resist popping her sweet cherry right here and now. He gave me ten minutes, but I bet I could be coming inside of her cunt within four. I don’t even remember being more turned on than I was in that damn room. I don’t know if it’s the fact that she’s so young and innocent or what, but goddamn I want to bury myself in her frozen, terrified body, to hear her scream for me while I make her mine. Mine, no longer Daddy’s little girl.
Jesus. Going without sex for too long does make men go insane. Or maybe that’s just the effect Sophie had on me.
I don’t know what I expected Snow White to be like in person, but she exceeded all my expectations.
Hell, I would marry her for her tennis skirts alone. The fact that she’s possibly the first woman to ever flinch away from me, makes my dick harder than steel.
Most women, or at least the ones who are drawn to me, can’t wait to try and get their hands on me. They rub their asses on my dick or shove their tits in my face before I even know their names. But they know mine. I fucking hate when they say shit like, “How do you want it, daddy?” or “Give it to me good, big daddy.”
They call me daddy because that’s all they’re looking for, someone to bankroll their entire lives, buy them whatever they want whenever they want it, and all it costs them is their soul. That’s the cost of fucking someone for money. I know that for a fact. If they get my ring on their finger, it’s even better than hitting the jackpot or winning the lottery because they’ll never run out of cash. Or so they think. I wonder how many will still want me when I’m broke.
Not that I care. I’m so fucking sick of women dropping to their knees for me for their own selfish reasons. That kind of desperation is just pathetic. Before I became celibate, I don’t know the last time I came without having to close my eyes and pretend I’m somewhere else, fucking someone else, to get off. The fact that I know all those women just want me to hurry up and finish so they can finally get off their knees or out from under me, only adds to the pressure.
I’m not their big daddy coming down their throats, I’m just a big fat payday.
But with Sophie…everything will be different. And I can’t fucking wait.
Sophie
When there’s a knock on my door a few minutes after Lochlan leaves, I nearly jump out of my seat, still lost in thoughts of Lochlan and his prodding knife.
“So, you told him yes?” my father asks when he walks right in before I can reach the door on shaky legs.
His gaze scans over me as if looking for injuries. Thankfully he doesn’t notice the tiny hole within a pleat in the front of my skirt.
“Sophie?” he asks again when I don’t respond. “What’s the verdict on Lochlan?”
He’s beautiful in an intense sort of way, like seeing a lion in the wild and wanting to get a closer look even though you know it’s a bad idea. Oh, and I like that he scares the shit out of me.
But my father isn’t asking if I think Lochlan is handsome or dangerous. Those things are pretty obvious. He wants to know if, based on a short, heart pounding conversation with him, I will agree to spend the rest of my life with an untamable lion.
I know I could say no. That my father would put a bullet in that tattoo on the side of the man’s face before making me marry him. And yet…I don’t want him to do that.
Lochlan is a mob boss like my dad, with people who would want revenge for his death.
Besides, I don’t want to say no. The rest of my life is a long damn time, and yet I know that life with Lochlan won’t be as boring as it would be without him. Having someone like Lochlan be as obsessed and protective of me as my father is over Vanessa is all I need to be happy. I just want to be loved like that, have that sort of passion with someone.
“I’ll do it,” I agree. “I’ll marry him.”
