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Holly
He proves over and over again what a bastard he is. Creating a beautiful intimate moment and then ruining it in an offhand way.
As I kneel facing him, I wonder what game he is playing, but I can’t deny how excited it makes me feel. It’s the unknown. Not knowing what he’s going to do next that turns me on so badly and as he reaches into the cooler and opens a bottle of water, I love how he holds it to my lips and says gently, “Drink this.”
I make to take the bottle and he growls, “No hands, I will do it for you.”
As he feeds me water like a mother nursing a child, I hate to admit I love it. Maybe it’s the care in his eyes as I gulp down the cool water, realizing how dehydrated I was.
I almost drain the bottle and as he pulls it away, he wipes my lips with his mouth. Sucking in my lower lip and biting it gently, causing a delicious shiver of lust to pass through my body.
Still holding my gaze, he reaches into the cooler and removes one of his own and says, “Feed me.”
As I return the favor, my hands shake as I hold the bottle at an angle to help him drink and as he finishes, he reaches out and strokes my hair lovingly, much like he did his horse and whispers, “Thank you, angel.”
This tender side of him hurts my heart because I rarely see it and crave it more than anything. His fingers drift lazily down my chest and he circles a nipple and twists it sharply, causing a sudden burst of pain to shatter the sweet moment. I know what he’s doing, reminding me who’s in charge here, and I’m not sure if it’s for my benefit or his. Because that yearning in my heart is mirrored right back at me through his eyes and it appears that Dexter Prince is struggling to control his own emotions, which does give me some hope at least.
Breaking the spell, he says almost casually, “We should eat, you must be starving.”
“I am.” I can’t ignore how empty I feel in every way and as he reaches into the basket, I feel like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden as he pulls out sandwiches and fruit and hands me my share.
We sit in silence eating our food, falling into an easy companionship as we admire the view. After a while, he says gently, “Are you happy, baby?”
“Not really.”
He looks at me sharply, and I shrug. “How can I be happy when I’m here under these circumstances? I’m not unhappy though, which shows how fucked my mind is.”
“Not really, I understand that feeling more than anyone.”
He seems thoughtful and sighs. “To the outside world, I have it all. Power, money, and anything I want is at my disposable. But there’s a lot missing that can’t be bought.”
“Such as.”
I’m not sure if he’s even going to answer me, but to my surprise, says huskily, “I don’t have my sister, my family or someone to come home to at night. Someone who loves the man, not the media giant. It’s something I deny myself because I don’t deserve it. I wrecked the one person I love in the world and took away her future. Me, Holly, I did that and so I must live a cold empty life to make up for it.”
“She wouldn’t want that.”
My voice sounds nervous and almost a whisper, as if I don’t have the right to challenge him and he nods.
“You’re right, she would tell me I’m an ass and to go and live my best life because she was a good person. A happy soul who only wanted the best for everyone. I couldn’t bear to watch that spirit destroyed by a man like Mario Cordoli. He would break her, drive desperation into her life, and ruin the girl I loved with all my heart. Turns out I was the real problem and did that, anyway.”
He seems so broken my heart shatters and reaching out, I take his hand and lean against him, my head on his shoulder. “You have to forgive yourself, Dexter. You say you have power, everything you want, but won’t allow yourself a future filled with happiness. It will drive you mad and all the people who rely on you, Sam, Jason, Maisy, Saracen over there, Media Corp and whatever else you have your finger dipped into. They are all real, Dexter and would miss you terribly if you self-destructed. Honor your sister’s memory by living your best life. You said yourself she would want that for you. Let her soul live in peace because I’m guessing she’s as worried about you as the rest of the people who love you.”
Maybe I’ve gone too far because I doubt anyone’s ever spoken to him like this and as he said himself, he’s a dominant and won’t appreciate my bold words.
Then he says softly, “I don’t want to talk about me, baby. I’m not an interesting subject. I want to know what you want the most and it better not be your freedom.”
He winks and makes out it’s a joke, but I can see the edge of uncertainty in his eyes that tells me he’s afraid. For some reason, that makes me hurt even more because it appears he doesn’t want to let me in but doesn’t want me to leave either.
So, I decide to lighten the atmosphere and say almost wistfully, “I want to be like Maisy. Have the love of a good man who loves her and dedicate my life to him. An easy life filled with laughter, love, and hard work. I want someone to make love to me as if I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. I just want to feel that once at least.”
He turns and throws me a look that could torch a mountain and whispers, “Then let’s make that wish come true, for one day only.”
Reaching out, he strokes my face lightly and I melt inside as my breath hitches at the look of love in his eyes. Then he cups my face and gently kisses my lips as if I’m the rarest treasure and his kiss is soft, hesitant, almost as if he’s afraid I’ll break. The dominant has gone and in his place is a man with so much love to give and the realization of that momentarily blinds me. As we kiss, the birds cry overhead as they witness nature at her finest.
Pressing me down onto the rug, his hands trace a tantalizing path down my body as he kisses me with more passion and an urgency I match in every way.
I shiver beneath him as he presses in harder and I moan in anticipation of something I never dared hope for—him.
