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I’ve never felt emotions so strong as I feel for her. It’s fucking terrifying, but being with her for the first time after months, it didn’t feel like fucking. It felt like connecting on a much deeper level than I’ve ever felt. I loved it.

I loved every second of being with her, feeling her soft skin on mine. The way I made her feel as she pulsed on me. Her kisses were hungry, but full of love. I don’t fucking know how to explain something I’ve never felt, but fuck. I want to feel that connection again. It felt pure.

Making my way back up to the roof, I toss the blanket and towel up there before climbing up myself. When my head clears the ledge, I see her lying there, drowning in my shirt as she stares up at the stars, as if she’s searching for something.

Once I’m on the roof fully, I take my mask back off and place it next to the ladder. I don’t make any noise, wanting to see her at pure peace for a few moments longer.

I think she feels my eyes on her, because her head turns my way, a sated look in her big green eyes. Fuck, I love her. I don’t know how she thawed my icy walls so fast, but maybe my heart just knew it was her, even if my brain didn’t. It makes sense that she was the person I saw in the trailer all those years ago, even though I didn’t know it was his daughter.

I was sixteen, being dragged with my father on a cleanup. I wasn’t listening to my father talk, focusing on my nose itching from under my mask, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move. I looked over that way and didn’t see anything, so I thought it was all in my head. She was really young at the time. She was the girl I saw in the trailer.

I hope she didn’t see Harold kill her mother, but if she was in the doorway the first time, she more than likely was while her mother was being killed. My heart pangs at the thought. She’s been through so fucking much at his hands.

I just can’t get these thoughts out of my head. About her past, her in the trailer, her father. Everything just runs through my mind over and over like a cycle. Day and night. I just want it to shut up and let me focus on what’s going on now.

Sighing, I pick up the towel and blanket and walk over to her. “Spread those legs, Moss.” She does what she’s told, spreading her creamy legs, her glistening pussy coming into view with me still leaking out of her. “Good girl,” I coo, kneeling in front of the chair and wiping the towel down her center. Cleaning everything up off her pussy and everything that’s dripped down her thighs.

After I clean her up, I toss the towel to the side before picking her up and lying down where she was, positioning her to lie on my chest. Her perky nipples brush my chest, and I realize she took her bra off fully. Her nipples stand to attention in the cold.

She rests her head on my chest, arms circling my neck as I reach for the blanket and throw it over us, shielding us from the cold. We don’t say any words, because none are needed. All that’s needed is presence, so we bask in that.

My eyes open and immediately snap shut to the intrusion from the light of the great outdoors. We’re still on the roof, sun fully beaming in the sky now, saying it’s around ten in the morning.

Penelope still sleeps on my chest, a small puddle of drool where her mouth is, soft snores coming out of her. Her hair is tangled and unruly all over my chest and arms, the blonde strands shine in the sun like Rapunzel.

Running my hand down her back, my hands mold over her plump ass, squeezing lightly. I see her eyes flutter open, confusion drawn on her still sleepy face. “C’mon, Moss. Let’s get you into bed.” Her eyes open more, looking around her.

“You too?” She asks in a raspy voice, laced with sleep. Fuck. Me. I give her a sad smile, picking up her small body as I sit up and toss the blanket to the side. She cuddles closer to me at the feeling of the chilly wind. I chuckle at the goosebumps rising on her silky skin.

“I’m sorry, Moss. I have some important work to do today.” Her eyes show all the sadness she has from my words, and that breaks my heart. I wish for nothing more than to just spend all day in bed with her, but with a war churning on the back burner, I need to get ahead before they do and take us by surprise.

She sighs, but doesn’t fight, getting up and walking towards the ladder. She doesn’t have any pants on, so the second we get down the ladder, that blanket will be wrapped around her, shielding her from anyone’s view.

The words that come out of her mouth make me stop in my tracks, anger building up. “Where is Viktor?” I turn around to her, glaring at her.

“Why?” I ask, my voice dangerously low. Why does she need Viktor? Why does she want to see him?

“He promised to take me on the bike,” she whispers, her head dropping as she shifts her weight from foot to foot. My anger bubbles like water on a boil. He saw her? Promised to take her on that fucking death machine?

“When was this?” I seethe. I’m trying to contain my anger to not scare her, but it’s kind of hard to listen to her being promised something by another man, my brother at that. I see the tears brimming in her eyes and her bottom lip juts out, slightly wobbling.

I take that as a sign that I need to cool down fast, so I do, trying my absolute best to remain calm. “He said yesterday he’d be back in an hour to collect me. But one turned into two, then four, then five. Then I came here.” Her voice is barely above a whisper as she speaks slowly, trying to make sure she doesn’t mess up any words. I’m so proud of her for talking more. If I become any angrier, she could retreat into her shell and stop talking completely.

I nod tightly, keeping my outside calm and collected, but I’m fuming on the inside. “C’mon, Moss.” She walks up to me, and I put my hand on her lower back, bending down to pick up the discarded towel, blanket, and my mask.

I go down the ladder first and have her come down. She gives me the best look of her perky ass and pink pussy. “I have a great view right now, you should just stay there,” I taunt, and she squeals before jumping off the rest of the ladder into my arms. I catch her with ease, and she moves to get down, but I hold her closer.

She continues to try and wiggle out of my arms, but that comes to a quick stop when I slap her ass hard enough for her to yelp, and I laugh. I put the towel and blanket on her, trying to drape the blanket down so nobody can see what’s just for me. Her perfect mind, body, and soul. Only mine to devour for eternity.

I dropped Penelope off in my room to let her do whatever she wants two hours ago. I told her she has the ability to free-roam the house and to just ask any of the staff where stuff is. I have no doubt she will spend most of her time on the roof.

Once I build her a house, she will have the biggest roof, with everything she desires up there. There will be a bed for us, and protection for it from the elements.

I personally want a garden up there. God forbid a guy wants some flowers. It’s a capital offense, I guess.

I tried to hunt Viktor down, but was made aware that he left the manor for New York. No idea what he’s doing in the city, probably visiting mama.

I’m sitting in a meeting right now, my men droning on about incoming shipments, inventory we need, and breaches in security that have been ramping up.