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“And yet you have no other choices, Delaney!”
“You could let me go. You could let me find love,” she tells me, and now it’s my turn to laugh.
“If you’re going to love anyone, it’s going to be me.” She stares at me as tears stream down her cheeks. She doesn’t know what to say; frankly, there really isn’t anything. This is life. This is what must be done.
Delaney sniffles and wipes at her eyes before sitting up straight and grabbing her fork. I watch her poke her salad and slowly eat. I sit forward and reach for my fork and finish my dinner.
Neither of us speaks as we sit at the table, but she drinks. And she drinks a lot. I remove myself from the table and walk to the kitchen to put my plate away. Then I watch her drink. And drink.
And she drinks until she’s a sobbing drunken mess.
Delaney stands up and stumbles her way toward the kitchen before falling. The glass in her hand shatters on the floor right before she cries out in pain. I walk over and kneel as she cries harder. I lift her hand in my palm and flip it to see what she did. Shards of glass poke into her flesh as I pull her to her feet.
“Come,” I tell her, leading her around the glass on the floor. She’s still crying, but she follows me into the bathroom anyway.
I sit her on the bathtub's edge and rummage through the drawers until I find tweezers. Gently I take her hand and pick the small pieces of glass from her palm. Gradually, her tears stop falling, and she watches me intently as I continue to clean the glass from her hand.
When I’m finished, I pull her to her feet and lead her to the sink to wash the blood away.
“I don’t think they need stitches,” I tell her as we wash the blood away. Pink swirls down the drain when she turns her head to look at me. Something dances in those dark eyes, something I want.
She leans over into me and presses her lips to mine. I don’t kiss her back. Not this time. I know she’s drunk and will regret this in the morning, but I can’t help feeling her breath against my lips.
“Kiss me back, Luka.” She’s breathless and unsteady on her feet as I shake my head. “What do you mean, no?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not? Isn’t this what you wanted? Me begging you? I’m begging you to kiss me, Luka.” I can smell the alcohol on her breath, and I cave and kiss Delaney against my better judgment. I shove my tongue into her mouth, caressing hers with my own. Her lips are sweeter than I’d ever expected them to be.
I intensify the kiss, loving how she feels against me. I release her hand and wrap my hand around her hip, one around her neck to keep her close to me. I kiss the hell out of her. I let my lips tell her all the things my mind can’t.
When I pull away, she’s breathless and panting. Just the way I wanted her. I drop to the floor on my knees and skim my hands up her legs, raising the robe she’s wearing as I go. Delaney holds onto the wall when I lean in and bite her mound. She gasps and threads her fingers through my hair, holding me closer.
“Please, Luka.” Fuck. She’s begging just like I told her she would, but she’s also drunk. I don’t want to take her drunk. I want her sober, begging, pleading with me. But smelling her arousal is doing something to me. My cock is as hard as steel right now.
“We can’t do this,” I tell her, even as my fingers linger on her thighs.
“Please. I’m begging you, Luka. You owe me this much,” she pleads. She’s right. I do owe her. So I reach for her panties and slip them down her legs, helping her step out of them. Then I push her legs wide and lean in, running my tongue along her slit. She gasps and shifts, giving me better access. I spread her wide for me, running my tongue along her clit and slowly circling it. Her hips jerk against my face as I continue to lick at her. Slowly, I slide a finger inside her and listen as she moans for me.
I fuck her with my mouth and fingers as she writhes and presses against me. Her head falls back, thudding against the wall as she trembles and nearly falls apart for me. I keep going, wanting her to come. Needing her to come.
I suck her clit into my mouth, and that’s all she needs. Her body jerks and stiffens as she rides the wave of pleasure I’ve given her. I lap it all up, every last fucking drop, before pulling my fingers out of her. I rub her clit and watch as her body jerks against my touch.
“Luka,” she moans my name, and I’d give anything to have my cock deep inside her, but not tonight. Tonight I’m putting her to bed. Tonight she’s going to sleep off all that she drank.
“Come,” I tell her as I hold out my hand. At first, I think Delaney is going to refuse it, but then she slides her hand into mine, and I lead her out of the bathroom and down the hall. Once in our bedroom, I lead her to the bed and force her to sit. She does without a word when I pull the blankets back.
“You need to sleep.”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel right now, Luka.”
“I know you don’t. I know this isn’t how you planned things, but this is what it is. We’re married now, and that’s something you’re going to have to deal with,” I tell her. She lays back on the bed, pulling her legs up and tucking them under the blanket but opting to keep her robe on.
I walk over to the dresser, pull my gun from the back of my slacks, and place it on the dresser before stripping out of the rest of my clothes. By the time I climb into bed, Delaney is asleep. I lay on my back, looking up at the ceiling, and wonder if what I’m doing is right. Taking her the way I did. Claiming her how I did. No, it’s right. She’s mine and no one else’s. No one else will touch her but me.
Chapter 12
Iwake up with Delaney’s head on my chest. She slept like this most of the night, and it made me wonder if she knew what she was doing until I remembered the amount of alcohol she drank. She had no clue. I run my hand along her long dark hair where it lays against her and think. How long is it going to take for her to come around? How long will it take for her to realize I want her and only her?
