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And Delphine is all about life plans.
She’s growing sleepy curled up against me. Her breaths soften and she’s nestled close like a lazy cat. Once again, she proves pets are like their owners (or vice versa). For tonight, she’s in my bed, she’s mine, but how much longer will this last?
Delphine is better. She’s overcoming her trauma more by the day. Soon she won’t need my protection anymore—not to the extent of the past few months, forced to live under my roof. She’ll want to move on, get her own place, and return to her life’s plan.
In a few months she’ll be running for district attorney.
She won’t mar her career and lifelong dream with a black stain like you. You’ll be discarded…
As much as I hate to admit it, Daddy Adams was right. She’ll be leaving soon. Moving on to the next chapter of her life.
I’ll be back to lurking in the shadows, a silent and observant presence in her life.
I grab her hand and slip my fingers between hers. Her hands are too soft and delicate for the kind of bruises marring them. They’re nothing but a reflection of what I’ve done and how I’ve influenced her.
These bruises... they have to be a one-time thing. Not something that can turn into a regular occurrence.
When we were in the interrogation room, I’d fantasized about the possibility Delphine could become as bloodthirsty as me. We could bond over violence and revenge. Seeing the bruises now makes me realize I can’t allow it.
My body will bear the bruises for us both, in whatever situation where it’s necessary. Delphine should remain unmarked. Scar free.
She’ll need to be when she finally moves on. . .
27. delphine
Snow flurriesoutside the loft windows come Christmas morning. The wind soughs and the sun is nowhere to be found. I’m lying in Salvatore’s bed and he’s kissing his way down my body.
He kisses me like time is running out and I’ll vanish into thin air, peppering dozens of small kisses all over me.
My neck and breasts and then my stomach and thighs. He slides my satin nightie off inch by inch as he goes, taking his time. I writhe and moan underneath him, overwhelmed by the searing heat his lips leave behind.
Heat that burns me up despite the cold world outside.
He ends on my lips, wrapping me up in his arms. I’ve never felt so... adored. In his own way, Salvatore makes me feel like the most special woman in the world. To him, I am.
He draws back on his knees, the morning light illuminating his sculpted face and intense blue-green eyes. He stares down at me as though he’s in the middle of an internal debate how best to devour me. In what way he next wants to take me and make me his.
“Open your legs, Phi.”
I obey immediately, parting my thighs wide for him.
There’s something about his direct, bossy commands that make me wet on demand. It’s the same tone he uses when ordering his men around except with a rough, aroused edge to it.
A grunt of approval rumbles from deep in his chest. He pushes down his boxers and fists himself as if unable to resist.
“Look at that sweet little pussy. It’s just begging to be fucked. Is that what you want, Phi? You want me to fuck your sweet little pussy ’til you come?”
The moan I give can only be described as whiny. I reach between my thighs and play with myself. Both for his viewing pleasure, but also because I’m beyond turned on and impatient. I need some kind of relief, even if it’s by my own touch. Salvatore is fast at stopping me—his large hand snaps shut on my wrist and he pries my hand away from my pussy, pinning it above my head.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself, Phi. This pussy is mine to pleasure. Don’t you agree?”
I whine some more, though my lips curl slightly, into a small, naughty smile. Salvatore likes when I get this way—a little bratty, a little needy. He grins back, amused by how he’s made me so hot and desperate, I’m writhing in place. He comes in close and teases more slow kisses along my neck.
His fingers find my pussy, at first his touch soft, and then rougher. He pinches my folds in his strong grip and makes me whimper. His lips pressed into my skin, he tells me how much he wants to feel my tight pussy on his big dick.
“But are you going to behave yourself?” he asks, dropping another kiss on my collarbone.
“Yes!”
