Chapter Eight
Milan
"Marry me," Justice whispers in my ear, running his hand up and down my back. We're cuddled up in the bed. Well…sort of. I'm splayed out on my stomach, trying to recover from the two orgasms he gave me after carrying me inside. He's propped up on his elbow beside me, watching me. He's always watching me.
It used to drive me crazy. I could feel his eyes on me every time I moved. It excited me that he watched me so intently. It pissed me off too. I wanted so much more than just his eyes on me. I'd wait and wait and wait…and eventually I'd snap and pick some stupid fight with him just to piss him off enough to leave the room. It was the only way to ease the ache deep inside.
Now, I have more than just his eyes on me. I have him all over me, his body pressed to mine, his marks in my skin, his cum dripping out of me.
And he just asked me to marry him. I think.
"Are you asking me or are you trying to boss me?" I ask, turning my head to face him. Either way, I'm not telling him no. But I can make him sweat a little first, right? He needs someone to challenge him as badly as I need to be challenging. I always knew that about him, but I didn't realize until today why he needs it. It keeps him from slipping too far down the dark path, the one he's so afraid to traverse again.
I'll never let that happen though. Even if he doesn't trust himself, I know he wouldn't let it happen either. He's been wracked with guilt and haunted by his sins for so long I think he'd destroy himself before turning back into that man. He may be a ruthless businessman, but he walked away from his crimes when he lost his family. He loves me and Ainsley too much to risk getting entangled in the life he lived a decade ago.
"Depends." He sweeps a wayward strand of hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. His expression is so somber and grave, but he's not fooling me. I see the way his upper lip curves at the right corner.
"On what?"
"On how many more orgasms you can take," he says, dropping his hand to my back and then running it down to my ass. He squeezes my cheek in his hand. "Because you'll be wearing my ring one way or another before you leave this bed, baby girl."
I moan quietly, which makes him smile. He kind of wrecked me with the three orgasms he already gave me. But I'm addicted to the way he makes me feel when he's inside of me. The things he says and does to me…Lord, he's sin incarnate and it's beautiful in the best way possible. I don't feel dirty. I feel like his baby girl, cherished, adored, and loved.
His hand slips from my ass, creeping between my legs. I moan again, spreading them further. Even though I'm wrecked, I'm also greedy. I don't think I'm capable of telling him no. He knows it too, the bossy bastard.
His onyx eyes light up, a wicked smirk touching his lips.
"Marry me, baby girl," he murmurs, teasing his thumb against my hole. His forefinger runs circles around my clit. "Let daddy spend the rest of his life taking care of you."
"Daddy," I whisper, my body temperature soaring. I swear, every time he calls himself my daddy, I lose the ability to function. All I can think about is him and how good that title sounds coming from his sinful lips. There's nothing wrong or depraved about what's between us. He makes it beautiful and safe and all of those things I dreamed about.
"Say yes, Milan," he growls.
And even though I'm wrecked, even though every fiber of my being screams yes…I shake my head and fight him.
"Make me," I whisper through a moan.
That's all it takes. He goes from sweet to wicked in the blink of an eye.
His body covers mine, his chest to my back. He shoves my legs apart enough to fit his body between them. And then he's inside me, pinning me to the bed with his weight. He plunges deep on the first thrust, impaling me on him.
He rides me hard, pounding into me. I'm trapped beneath him, completely at his mercy. Yet I know all it would take was a single word and he'd be on his knees for me. Somehow, this crazy, amazing, bossy man wants me to have that power over him. Just like he wants me to fight him and defy him and drive him crazy.
"Marry me," he growls, wrapping one hand all up in my hair. He pulls my head back, his grip just hard enough to sting. His mouth meets mine, all hot and demanding.
I cry out when he bites my lip, sending a jolt directly to my clit.
"Marry me," he whispers, pleading this time. His pace slows, his kiss turning sweet. He's a walking contradiction, hard one minute and then soft the next. I love both sides of him so damn much. I need both from him. He gives them without reservation.
"Daddy," I whimper. "You feel so good."
"Then say yes and I'll give you what you want," he says. "Marry me, Milan. Let me be your daddy for the rest of my life."
"You already are," I gasp.
He growls and plunges deep again, touching that spot inside that makes me see stars.
As soon as I'm on the edge of an orgasm, he backs off.
I cry out his name, frustrated. I want to come.
"Agree," he whispers, craning my head back a little further. His tongue runs circles around my ear and then he nuzzles into my neck. "You make me so fucking happy, pretty baby. I can't live without you. I need you to be mine in every way. Say yes."
"Yes, daddy."