39. daegan

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DAEGAN

She's sleeping. On her stomach, her long black curls sprawled out against her naked back. My dick hardens immediately, watching my little valentine closed off to the world.

She is so innocent, but she has a fire inside her when someone pushes her buttons the wrong way. She isn't afraid to stand up for what's right or wrong.

As soon as I saw Kane outside her door, I sent him to his room. I waited until he had left entirely to enter her room. She had locked it. Clever girl, yet foolish to think a locked door could ever stop me from getting to her. The number of ways I know how to get through locked windows or doors is limitless.

I take off my mask, blood still soaked on my chest and back from where I was stabbed. I'm supposed to be in the hospital getting stitched up. But the first person I wanted to see as soon as the helicopter touched the ground was one person. My little Valentine. A short girl with beautiful tanned skin and curls I like to pull on.

I slowly take off the blanket, my heart racing as each agonizing second ticks by, and then I see my goddess, and an ache swells my dick to the point of pain. I find her mostly naked underneath with only her laced panties on. She did this on purpose.

Jesus…

Her smooth olive-toned skin aches to be touched and worshiped. Goosebumps erupt all over her back, her body already reacting to being uncovered.

I trail my finger along her spine down to her ass.

She's such a good girl…of course, she's naked.

"Mmm." She hums and groans while asleep. Fuck, I love to hear those sweet moans. She's moaning for me. I will never let her moan for another person as long as I'm alive.

"I'm back, baby," I whisper into her ear, ready to devour her like a hungry predator. God, she makes me so hard it hurts. Even when I was on the mission, every time I saw her mesmerizing face, it pained me. I had to forcefully block her out so I could fucking focus.

Is this what my secret obsession with lust has driven me to?

I need her to put me out of my goddamn misery.

She stirs in bed, a small smile pulling at her soft pink lips. She blinks slowly. Her lashes flutter as she wakes up.

"Daegan?" Her sleepy voice calls for me. The blue moonlight from her window leaks through, making it barely visible.

"I'm here, Valentine," I say.

She turns onto her back, her nipples pointed onto her perfect full breasts, and I'm tempted to suck on them.

She smiles, and I can see that because the light she left on in her closet leaks through the cracked open door. She left it on like that because she knows that's how I sleep. Did she know I was coming back tonight? Or has she kept it on like this every night?

My dick pulsates with need. I want her. And I want her now.

"Daegan…" she groans when my fingers grace her clit, teasing her, circling it, not entirely giving her the sensations she craves.

"Alessia." I crave to hear her say my name on her lips for the rest of my life. She's ruined me, taken me for herself, leaving no room to think about another woman. Not that I will ever want to again.

"I've missed you." She breathes softly, twitching as I continue to work her body.

I chuckle, then slip a finger inside her, feeling her soft, warm insides. She's already so wet and ready for me.

"Your pussy is crying for me."

She bites her lips and nods as I stroke in and out of her with two fingers.

"Mr. Hannibal. Kane will hear us." She looks at the locked door, her eyes widening with worry.

"Good. He needs to know you belong to me." I tease.

"I won't—" She starts, but I interrupt her with my movements. I slide in a third finger, making her hips buckle and steal the air from her lungs. Her body trembles as I thrust a little faster than before.

This is wrong. This is so fucking wrong. If Ravenmore finds out what I've done with her…I can kiss my job goodbye. I've entered my "fuck it" era. I'm just going with the flow now, and that flow is Alessia Valentine. I'll gladly ride out these waves with her.

"I won't risk you losing your job. Or mine." She finishes her sentence, barely. She opens her legs wider for me, and her bare-shaven pussy is begging to be fucked.

"You worry too much, baby. He's gone already."

She relaxes, finally, as I continue to push and pull my fingers in her.

"Make love to me."

I stiffen at the mention of the word that doesn't exist. Life has proven that to me time and time again.

I grip her hair tight in my hand.

"Love doesn't exist." I snarl into her ear; my beard brushes against her as I speak. I stop finger fucking her. I'm coated in her wetness, her honey dripping all over my skin, and I force my fingers into her mouth. She gasps, clearly taken aback by how feral I've become. Her lips part, granting me access, but I don't stop on her tongue. I go deeper until I'm touching the back of her throat.

"Taste yourself, baby. Taste how fucking heavenly sweet you are. Swallow how addicting you are." I demand, growling from the chaos building up. She makes me crazy. She's making me feel things I thought weren't meant for a man like me.

She gags, her throat threatening to close up, but then she continues to take it well. Her beautiful honey eyes glisten because of the tears threatening to fall on her rosy cheeks. Her watery eyes are on me as I stand over her, my lips an inch from her mouth. She sucks my finger clean and swallows.

I lean over her, pulling her underwear to the side, not bothering to undress myself at this point thoroughly.

All I know is I need her before I pass the fuck out. I'm tired, I'm sore, and I may even be hurting, but it's not enough to overcome me.

I unzip my pants, still with my uniform on.

I enter her, gliding in her wet, soft tightness like it was made for me. Her walls clench down on my cock as soon as I push into her fully.

"Oh, fuck Daegan." She groans as she gasps for air, pulling at the back of my head. Her eyes narrow, and she bites her lip like she's in pain. She wiggles underneath me like she wants to escape my greed. My need to devour her. She thinks she can't take my length, but she can and will.

"There's no escaping me now." I grip her waist, digging into her skin, pulling her back into a place where I continue to thrust hard and fast. She grabs hold of my back, holding on like a life jacket.

Our skin slapping fills the room. The bed shakes, and I forget we are in her room beside Kane's. She does this to me. She makes me forget where I am, and I get lost in her soul.

She has a body that could make a demon feel deserving of heaven.

She is my piece of heaven.

I don't want to break her. I don't want to scare her.

I want to keep her.

I want to make sure the only time she shatters is when I'm so deep inside of her, hitting that spot that makes her come undone every single time. Fucking her into oblivion is the only exception to her screams I yearn to hear.

She throws her head back against the pillow as I bury my face into her neck, planting hungry kisses. She tastes too good. I bite down. Sucking and biting all over her neck and collarbone. I move onto her pointed tits, sucking on them as I continue to slide my dick in and out of her. I pick up my movements, one hand on her hipbone, holding her in place, grabbing her so tight that bruises will form. The other hand is full of her other tit, and I squeeze.

"I want to carve my name into your waist, baby."

With one fatal thrust, I know I'm close. I hit her spot, causing her to roll her eyes back, and her eyelids squeeze shut, shielding her hypnotizing brown eyes.

I don't have a condom, and I'm tempted to fill her up.

"Let me fill you up. I want to see my come drip out of what's mine."

"Daegan, fuck, Daegan!" She screams my name louder than I ever thought she would let herself. Letting go of her breast, I cover her mouth instead with my palm.

"Ssh, baby. If you scream loud again, I'll hurt you for it." My threat gives her a whiplash. She opens them for a split second as she continues to endure her euphoric orgasm and then closes them tight again.

She clenches her pussy, right on my sensitive crown, and I come undone. I close my eyes, grinding my teeth so hard my jaw hurts. I pull out barely in time when all I want to do is fill her with my babies. The idea of Alessia pregnant shakes my core. It takes all my strength to not empty my balls inside her soft, tight warm cunt.

That could never happen.

Thick white come spreads across her pussy, and she watches me with a blissful smile. She reaches down and massages my balls as I continue to stroke and empty myself on her. I keep rubbing myself hard and fast, riding out my high that is Alessia's insides.

"That was…amazing. Let's do it again." She reaches down with her finger and pokes my come, getting some on her fingertip and putting it in her mouth. I watch her panting like a monster. She hollows her cheeks and swallows it. She hums and smiles.

I smirk. I can't get enough.

"Letting me taint your perfect soul was a mistake, little Valentine. A mistake I'll forever be grateful for…but I need to know why."

She arches a brow through pink cheeks and clammy skin. I want to know why she kept pushing herself toward me. It's not like it's something new. Women throw themselves at me…too often. But after showing her my scars…she still wants me.

"When I look at you and see you, the real you, to me, you're not the deadliest sniper in a mask. Or Operator Creature." She throws air quotes with her fingers around my nickname. "Thousands of fireworks explode inside me. I want nothing but the best for you, Daegan, even if you decide that when we go back to living our normal lives in Bloomings after. You know, after I'm not your assignment anymore…I want you to be happy. Even if I'm not in your life, I need you to know that I?—"

Something catches my eye. Something falls in between us. Something red drops onto her chest.

Shit.

I'm bleeding through my uniform. I thought it would have stopped by now.

"Daegan, why—? Are you? Are you bleeding?" She asks, still breathing hard. The pulse in her neck thundering. The hickies on her neck are bright and evident as she swallows. Another drop of blood splashes against her in the middle of her breasts.

When will the bleeding stop?

"And we're done here." I sigh weakly with a hint of sarcasm.

The mood has shifted, and I get off her. I zip my pants back up and fall to my side.

"I'm okay," I reassure her, swinging my feet off the bed until my feet are back on the ground, ready to stand.

"You are bleeding! What happened on that mission? Are you okay?" She grabs my shoulder, assessing my wound.

"I just fucked my girl. I'm more than okay." I kiss her lips, smiling. I'm hoping it's enough to mask that my energy is frail and my muscles are aching.

I am okay.

I tell myself. I'm fucking okay. It's a fucking scratch.

And yet, the contrast happens. The room starts to spin as I try to stand, but my legs give out; Alessia's worried murmurs, screeching for me like someone is lowering the volume in a car, are the last thing I hear. Her nightstand blurs like a dream. A bad dream.

Suddenly, I'm back in the dark with the same nightmares.

The Surgeon…and Dario.