Chapter Twenty

Dio's body stiffened. Skye wrapped her arms around his waist and stood by his side. She was still trying to process everything happening and yet wanted to tell him he was overblowing his commitment toward her dad.

She did not need him to ask her father for permission.

Once she turned eighteen, she made her own decisions and proved to everyone around her that she could make mature, smart, business-like choices as she navigated schooling and her career. Her aunt raised her to be strong and independent. Her dad taught her to love and take chances.

"That's my baby you're holding." Her dad never once looked at her but had locked gazes with Dio. "I'll always be her dad. If you fuck up and hurt her, I'll kill you."

Dio nodded. "I'm not going to ruin the best thing in my life."

She squeezed his waist. Nobody was going to take her off him. She'd waited too long to touch him.

Maverick bent over, picked up the two pistols, and handed them back to Dio. Then, he leaned over and kissed her forehead.

From the hallway, Aunt Brooke blew kisses her way. She smiled, practically floating as if in a drea m

"Love you." Her dad kissed her forehead again and then stepped back. "Now, get out of here."

Dio whirled her around and escorted her through the front door. Outside, the cool night air slapped her in the face.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She took her helmet from him and slipped it on her head. "I thought you couldn't see me—"

"I'm not blind, princess." He kissed her quickly, putting on his helmet. "The bylaws don't allow me to touch the old lady, daughter, or sister of a Havlin member. I had to ask your dad's permission first."

"What if he would've said no?"

He swung his leg over the seat and toed the kickstand. "I'd be dead because nothing would stop me from returning that kiss you gave me."

She climbed behind him, wrapping her arms around him. She never questioned him about where they were going. Wherever he wanted to take her was fine, as long as when they stopped, they could be together.

The ride was short.

He'd taken her to his house. To the place she'd always run to because he was there.

She slid off when he stopped, removing her helmet and reaching for his hand. He kissed her hard, getting off the Harley and backing her toward the door. She threw her arms around him, pressing her thighs against his legs, her stomach against his body, and let him take her inside.

To feel his body, his muscles, his bones, his hands move against her was exciting and hot. She'd never been that close to him. In all her fantasies, the real deal was so much more arousing.

All the leather and denim he wore rubbed against her. She shivered, keeping in contact with him.

He slammed the door, dropped his duffle, and freed both hands to put them on her ass, picking her up. She gripped his hips with her legs and locked her arms around his neck. Seeking his mouth, she captured his lips, kissing him deeply like he had done to her.

When he set her down in his bedroom and slid his hands up her shirt, she raised her arms. She'd lived half her life in a swimsuit and was comfortable in her skin. Having him see her naked was exciting and new, another sign that what happened tonight wasn't a figment of her imagination.

She pushed his vest off his shoulders. He stepped back and put his weapons on the dresser, folded his vest in half, and unlaced his boots with more patience than she was feeling.

She stretched to her tiptoes the moment he straightened, grabbing his head.

He crushed her to his bare chest, owning her mouth. She kissed him in desperation to make up for the short time they had wasted.

Dio unfastened her chaps and her jeans and stripped everything from her without taking his mouth off her. Her breathing mixed with a moan as she clung to him, not letting go.

He took her down to the bed and lifted his head, looking down at her naked body. She stretched, wanting to be enough for him .

Trailing his hands up her ribs, he cupped the sides of her breasts. Her rapid breathing left her lightheaded. Drunk on the attention he gave her, she stroked his whiskered cheek, letting him ogle her body.

He squeezed, moved, molded, and worshipped her breasts. Warmth filled her, taking the chill of the night off her. All the feelings he brought out of her were strange but welcoming.

This was her Dio.

He touched parts of her that he'd never touched before. Dio belonged to her.

She shuddered. Overwhelmed with everything happening to her after years of wanting him.

He looked into her eyes and stilled. "Okay?"

"I want to touch you." She swallowed hard, surprised at how husky she sounded. "I want ..."

His head tilted, studying her. She moistened her lips. It was hard to say what she wanted, when she had a wild craving to do everything at once.

"I want to love you like nobody has ever loved you before," she whispered.

"How much experience do you have, princess?"

Her heart raced. She wanted to lie and assure him that she was prepared to have sex with him. Afraid that if she confessed that he was the first one, he'd change his mind and send her away, she hesitated.

"Has anyone touched you here." He put his hand between her legs.

She forced herself not to squirm. "Yes."

Travis, a boy in her English class, had taken her to homecoming her sophomore year. She'd let him put his hand up her dress before he took her home. The act had done nothing for her but had started her curiosity about orgasms, and she'd learned to give herself one soon after.

"Have you had sex?"

He'd soon find out if she lied, so she told him the truth. "No."

His gaze softened. "Is this something you're ready to do tonight?"

"Yes." Her stomach fluttered. "I want that and everything else."

His lips tightened. "Everything else?"

She'd seen that look before when he was trying not to laugh. It wasn't her fault that she was younger and more inexperienced than him. But she was willing to have a healthy sex life with him.

"I want you." She turned to her side, facing him. "All of you."

She put her hand between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock. He growled. One day, he wouldn't laugh. He'd learn that she was serious.

His cock beat harder in her hand. She wanted to look at him, inspect every inch, and discover how he was built.

"One thing at a time or you're going to kill me." He held her head in his hands. "I'll show you everything."

He turned, stretching, and opened the nightstand drawer. She propped her head up on her elbow, sneaking peeks at his cock. It was longer and harder than she imagined. His ball sack was tight and firm, and then the skin relaxed, letting them roll before constricting again.

He rolled back around and held up the condom. "Do you know how to—"

"Everyone does." She laughed, wanting to get her hands on him and find out all his secrets. "They show us in school on a banana."

She snatched the protection from him and opened the package. Inspecting the condom, she sat up on the bed and held the protection above his cock as if it as a dog that would jump through a hoop.

"Roll it on."

"I will." She eyed the spot of come from the tip of his cock.

He was big, hard, and the thing had a life of its own, bobbing and jumping away from his body. She couldn't resist herself and used her fingertip to catch the juice of his arousal and lick it off her finger.

Dio groaned. She lifted her brow, daring him to say a word.

He let his head fall back to the bed. She put the condom on the engorged head, and using both hands, rolled it down his length. The material was almost translucent on him.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said.

She laid back down and snuggled against the front of him. "You won't. I want this."

He put his finger on her mouth. "Open."

She parted her lips. He stuck two fingers in her mouth.

"Suck 'em and get 'em wet for me." He gazed into her eyes.

She rolled her tongue around his fingers, drawing them deeper into his mouth. Her stomach fluttered. There was something highly arousing doing these things with him that she hadn't thought of before.

He slipped his fingers out of her mouth and cupped her mound, sliding those fingers between the lips of her pussy.

He grunted. "You're already wet."

"Do you like that?" There were so many things about him she had yet to find out.

Being intimate with him opened a whole new world to her. She wanted to learn everything.

He pressed his forehead against her forehead. "Yeah, princess. I like that."

He kissed her, distracting her from what was happening between her legs. The rubbing made her move. She grabbed his bicep, squeezing the muscle.

The sloppy sounds filling the quiet of the room came from her. Her mouth. Her pussy.

It was hard to stay still when his touch made her inner thighs clench. His fingers were much better than her fingers. He seemed to know what she needed more than she knew herself.

He pressed a finger against the opening of her vagina. She gasped, breaking the kiss.

"I'll go slow," he said.

"No." She arched her back. "I like that."

Dio took her desires and continued to touch her. Between circling her clit and running his fingers through her wetness, he periodically pushed against her vagina, going in deeper and deeper.

Then, he put his finger inside her and pressed his thumb down on her nub at the same time. The sensation sent her spiraling into an orgasm. She held her breath. Her pussy squeezed down on his finger, and heat flashed over her whole body.

A burst of air came from her, and she panted, riding the jolts powering off all over her body.

"That's it." Dio shifted and got between her legs.

Unable to move, she held on to his forearms as he widened her legs. The orgasm had taken everything out of her.

Dio pressed his cock against the V of her body. The size, hardness, and brutal strength overwhelmed her. She second-guessed herself.

Maybe she wasn't ready for him.

"Dio?"

He went down to his elbows, pressing his weight against her, and framed her face with his hands. "Don't be scared."

"I'm not." She was.

It was ridiculous. Everyone her age had already lost their virginity. With Maverick for a dad, she hadn't had the freedom that so many of her friends had—even Mariah.

"Breathe." He kissed the corner of her mouth. "Let out the air."

It was hard to inhale with him on top of her, but she tried and quickly exhaled. She gasped at the sudden pressure trying to force its way into her body.

"Can I tell you something?" Dio lifted his head, stopping any movement. "You've put me through hell lately. I thought something was wrong with me—looking at you like I've never seen you before. Overnight, you grew up, and no one told me what that would be like. "

She warmed, knowing he suffered. "I thought you were distancing yourself from me."

"Never." He kissed her lips. "I love you, princess."

A sharp pinch stilled her. Dio gazed into her eyes, sweat beading on his forehead. She hadn't noticed him taking her virginity until it was gone.

His heart raced against her. She tightened her pussy, testing for any pain.

"Jesus," he muttered. "Don't do that."

"You don't like?"

"You're going to have me spilling my nut."

She grinned, loving the power she held. For the first time, she felt like she had something to give to him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her feet behind his calves. He'd taken the one thing she had to give him.

There was no longer any discomfort. Having already orgasmed, she clenched her pussy again.

Dio grunted, pushing against her. She sucked in air, taken by surprise at the way he felt sliding inside of her.

Soft mews, half surprise, half desperation, filled the room. It was her, making that noise.

She rocked underneath him each time he came down on her.

His balls slapped her ass.

Underneath him, her body regained its strength, and her pussy remained tight on him—no longer under her control.

Shifting his weight to one arm, he brushed his fingers against her hip and reached between their bodies. He found her clit in the wetness they'd created.

He held himself still while circling her small nub with his finger.

She moved with her arousal, which made her grind against him. Enraptured by the intense expression on his face, she couldn't look away.

Her orgasm snuck up on her. Her body clenched, and she strained, arching her back. Air burst out of her while her eyelids fluttered, threatening to close.

He plunged inside of her and stilled. Her pussy spasmed, riding her climax.

"Jesus." Dio shuddered on trembling arms.

Her heart pounded. Dio sank to his elbows and cradled her head. She allowed her eyelids to close only when she couldn't see his face because it was nestled in the crook of her neck.

"Are you okay?" he whispered against her ear.

She shivered at the warmth of his breath on her neck. "Wonderful."

He chuckled, letting his body drop down on her before he rolled, taking her in his arms and holding her.

His cock slid out of her. She winced, finally feeling the soreness.

He felt her pain and kissed her softly before sliding out of bed. She stayed on her side with her knees to her chest afraid to move until the discomfort was gone.

Dio returned to bed with a warm, wet towel. He opened her legs and pressed the material to her. Relief swept through her. It was one of the most heavenly sensations she'd ever experienced.

"Thank you," she whispered, reaching for him.

He stretched out beside her and gathered her in his arms. She closed her eyes. She'd remember this night for the rest of her life.

"You're mine, princess."

"Only if you're mine. I don't share." She snuggled closer. "With anyone."

"Yeah, you're my old lady." He palmed the back of her head. "Everyone will know."

She smiled against his chest. She'd cut a bitch if they came near him.