His eyes searched hers for so long she almost forgot where they were, what was happening around them.
“Do you know,” he paused, “you were never something I was looking for. I didn’t want to feel this way for anyone. I had Jax and that was enough. But the minute you opened that door in Italy, I fucking knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was done.”
“Yeah?” she murmured shyly.
“Fuck, yeah. You might think I own you, but Princess, you fucking have possession of all of me.”
His lips slammed onto hers as soon as he was done talking. He devoured her, sucking every breath from her body. Controlling her every move.
All she could do was lay there and take it, love it, own it.
; Twenty-One
“Well it’s about time!” Creed laughed as they came back downstairs. “I thought you were gonna keep that girl up there all damn day.”
“Fuck off, Creed,” he grumbled. Dom hadn’t expected him to be there so soon.
“Hi, Creed,” Dee greeted him half hiding behind his own body, which made him insanely happy that she didn’t rush over like he thought she might have.
Wrapping an arm around her shoulder, he dropped a kiss on her head as they walked further into the room. “I thought it’d be a couple more hours before you got here?”
“Soon as Kenny found out it was Dee in trouble, she insisted I leave as soon as possible,” he informed them.
“How is she?” Deedee asked worriedly.
“She’s good. She’s getting there.” He smiled.
“So what have you got for me?” Dom demanded, wanting to get to the bottom of things so they could plan their attack.
“Not nearly as much as I’d like. But Casey was saying something about having Dee call Brad – “
“Not happening,” Dom inserted before Creed could even finish his thought.
“Dom, put your feelings aside for a second here and think about it. You’d do it if you weren’t emotionally invested in her.”
“No.”
“Dominic.” Dee stood in front of him with a pleading look in her eyes. He knew what they were getting at and knew they were right. The best way to get Bradshaw’s attention would be to have her contact him. While he knew all of this, he also knew that if something happened to her, he’d never recover.
So maybe he was selfish in wanting to protect her, but he couldn’t throw her to the wolves either. And that’s exactly what they’d be doing.
“I can’t do it,” he told them flatly.
Tears swirled in her eyes at his answer. Bringing her hands up to his face she told him, “I love that you want to protect me,” she paused to search his face, “but I’m doing this, Dominic.” Her tone left no room for argument.
“You’ll be there, Dom, just not in view.” Creed tried to soothe him.
“We’ll control the scene,” Case chimed in.
“Please, Dominic,” she begged him.
Glancing at the faces around the room, he knew he was screwed, trapped, cornered, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. They were doing it with or without him.
“I want a tracker on her,” he demanded. He wouldn’t leave anything to chance.
“Done,” Creed agreed.