Chapter 9

Iwas outside on the phone with Quanico discussing the situation with his cousin. Apparently Giulia called him and told him to handle it the rest of the way since she found out what I said was true. When I saw his name on the phone, I knew what it was.

Quan called to let me know I was to bring her to him in Miami immediately. Of course that conversation did not sit well with me, so I decided to shoot my shot. Either he was going to go for it, or I would be killed upon arrival. Either way I can't not fight for her.

"I was waiting for one of you to call me back so we could hash this out before I brought her back."

"What is there to hash out?" His voice is calm, but I don't let that fool me. He and Giulia are one in the same even though there is no blood relation. They are both cool and calm even with a gun or sword in their hand.

"I am taking her home with me. That is not something I am willing to negotiate on, but, I would also like it sanctioned seeing as how, I would like to stay alive." I hear his pen tapping across the desk as he gives my words some thought.

"You are or you would like to?"

"I am." Stay cool, LB. I try to remind myself because right now it sounds like he is about to deny my request.

"And what would be your reason for taking her to your home and not bringing my blood to mine?" I debate whether a thinly veiled lie that I don't actually consider a lie would be best or just the full out truth.

"I want to protect her, care for her and love her. I have fallen for your cousin Quan, and I plan to make her my wife." Well, I guess I went with the truth.

"Have you fucked her?" I hear his teeth gnashing and my mind begins to go into fight mode.

"I have not, yet."

"Good. That bought you a day or so. Here is what we are going to do. You are going to bring her to me so I can lay eyes on her, meet her since I haven"t seen her since she was a few months old and I will ask her, in private, if she wants to be with you. IF she says no, you will stand down and walk away. If she says yes, I will let her leave with you, but my condition is that you do not take her virtue until she is your wife. Do you agree to the terms?" Well shit. My dick is protesting the ‘not taking' since all I have been thinking about since the bathroom is breeding her. I am such a piece of shit. But, if I want this to be peaceful, I have no choice.

"Very well," I tell him, rubbing my temple.

"Now when should I expect you?" I am not ready to give up our own little paradise.

"The day after tomorrow."

"See you then."

Once I hung up, I was running through everything that needed to be done at my place before we got back there to make it ready for the lady of the house and then I remembered, I need to check on dinner for her.

I walked in and saw her halfway to her knees sobbing and gripping her throat and I almost died. My eyes began to track the house trying to find the perpetrator, but I saw nothing. All I could do was grab her and put her in my lap.

"Piccola, have you calmed now?" Her puffs of air from her mouth hit my neck as she nods her head. I lift her chin gently so I can look in her red swollen eyes. "Will you tell me now what has happened?" She looks down like she is ashamed or something and that pisses me off. There is nothing she can't say to me. "Satine."

"I-it doesn"t matter. It feels silly now." Oh no she is not going to brush me off.

"Nothing you could say to me is silly. Now tell me what is going on in that brilliant head of yours."

"I thought you had left me, and I think my heart was breaking. I felt lost and alone and like I was suffocating. I know it sounds crazy since we…" I stop her mid-sentence with my mouth on hers. When she responds with a moan and begins trying to turn around so she can straddle me, I run my fingers through her hair and tilt her head the way I want.

"Fuck. I am trying to control myself," I tell her, putting my forehead on hers to calm myself. Her mouth is still chasing mine when she whimpers and pulls back.

"Who said I need you to control yourself?" Holy shit! This girl is going to kill me.

"First of all Piccola, I need you to know I would never leave you. At least not the way you thought. I might have to go take care of business, but I will always be back, okay? That I don't want you to worry about. Got it?" She looks at me and gives me a smile that both breaks my heart and starts making me a new man.

"Got it." I Kiss the side of her head before telling her the rest.

"Second, I was on the phone with Quanico, your cousin." I wait to see some sort of recognition, but I don"t see any.

"I don't know him. Have we ever met?"

"He says he saw you when you were a few months old but not since then."

"Then why were you talking to him? What could he possibly have to do with me?"

"He is your blood, Piccola. In our line of work, blood and family is everything. Since I can"t let you go back to your father, he is your guardian. More like your protector. All decisions about you have to go through him now." She jerks back and leans out so she can look at me.

"How is that fair? I don't even know him. Why should he get to decide anything? What if I want you to control my fate? Don't I get a say?" The look of anguish at once again being told what to do is killing me but this is our way.

"I get it, but this is our way, Piccola. I am to bring you to him so he can meet you and check you over. At which time he will ask you if you want to go with me to my home as I have requested. So you see, you do get a say." She bites her lip while her mind goes over the information. Finally she looks up at me, her lashes low and her cheeks flushed.

"Okay, fine. When do we have to leave?" Her voice is so fucking husky it is making dick hard, and my chest feel like lead.

"The day after tomorrow." She smiles slyly and runs her hands up my chest, eliciting a grumble of lust and lack of control from me. When her hands wrap around my neck while she lifts herself up and comes flush against my chest and lips. My hands grip her hips, trying to steady her, keep her from moving because her warm pussy is right over my cock, and he is a rowdy son of a bitch.

Her tiny tongue sweeps ever so swiftly across my mouth before she whispers in my ear. "I will not make this difficult, but I want something in return." Fuck, fuck, fuck. Her sexy ass voice is going to make me come in my pants and then I am going to say fuck it and take that damn cherry I promised to not touch.

"What's that, baby?"

"I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to take me and make me a woman so no one can take me from you." Holy Mary, save me. This is too much. I pull my head back looking deep into her eyes and at this moment I see no doubt and no hesitation. All I see is desire and honesty, which makes what I have to tell her even harder. But first, I need to see where her head is.

"Satine, you have been through an ordeal, Piccola. You have been abused and drugged. You have been made to believe you are not worthy of light, life and beautiful things. You are. You are worthy of all of that. The problem is, I will never be able to give to you." She looks confused.

"What are you saying?" She thinks I am turning her down and I should, Lord knows I should. I should take this angel to her cousin, relinquish her to her family and walk away. But fuck me, I can't do it unless she tells me to.

"What I am saying, Satine, is that I am a hard man, and the darkness is where I am most comfortable. Sure I can give you expensive shiny things, anything your heart desires, but a normal life, an angel like you deserves, I cannot." I feel so much better letting out the truth because now, the ball is in her court.

"So what you are saying is I'm too good for you." It is not a question.

"Yes." She stands and puts her hands on her hips. I hold in a chuckle looking at her tiny self-get mad.

"Once upon a time, I suppose I did wish for all of that. I did dream of a prince charming in a white horse rescuing me. I dreamed of love and flowers and butterflies. But do you know what my captivity has taught me?"

"No. Tell me." I want to hear every word out of her mouth. Each time she speaks, it is like angels singing in heaven.

"It taught me that all of that is nothing more than cartoons. That life doesn"t exist. The real world is a combination of light and dark. There are evil people out there that do horrible things just because they can. I learned especially being here with you, going through withdrawal, waking up covered in sweat with nightmares, that there is darkness in me too, now." Immediately, I shake my head disagreeing with her.

"Piccola, no…" She puts her hand up, shushing me and I can do nothing but snap my mouth closed. My angel is telling me to let her speak and dammit I am going to.

"I look at myself in the mirror now, Larabee and do you know what I see?" I shake my head, but don't dare open my mouth. "I see a girl who has survived something no one should ever have to go through. I see a girl who could never see anything through rose colored glasses again. And finally, I see a woman embracing her new self. I am no longer naive. I know what the world is now and in order to live in it, I have to allow myself to become the me I had to become to make it through this." My heart is beating out of my chest. Did she just say she is perfect for me? Is she telling me she wants what life I can give her? "Now, are you going to fuck me or what?"

Fucking shit. Hearing those words come from her mouth, makes my thighs tighten with sheer will. I want to get up from my seat, lift her into my arms, throw her over my shoulder and do just that, fuck her, but, I made a promise.

"Baby, you have no idea how much I want that. I have barely slept with you all over me at night. Feel this." I grip her hand and pull it so it is right on top of my prick so she can feel the constant state she has me in. "But, that was one of the conditions of being able to keep you. I can't slide my hungry cock inside of your greedy pussy unless or until I make you my wife." She looks like I just slapped her before her face pinches up. "Before you get all riled up, Piccola, his job is to ensure your virtue, now."

She jumps off my lap once again and begins pacing back and forth. I want to pull her into my arms and assure her everything is alright, but looking at her getting pissed makes my chest bloom. The fact that she feels safe enough with me to feel anything other than fear is all I need. Bullshit, my cock says, the vein pulsing in my pants.

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After a few minutes she turns to me, determination written all over her. She saunters back to me, a look on her face telling me she has come to a decision, and she will not be deterred. I hold her when she slides back on my lap and lean in to kiss her sweet lips. When she melts into me, I groan at how easily she fits into my arms.

Her pussy is warm and wet. I can feel it as she rocks against my zipper, crying in my mouth trying to get off. I grab her hips without a care in the world that I am going to leave bruises. Good. I may not be able to fuck her, but no one said I couldn't bring her pleasure and mark her with my fingers, my hands and my mouth.

I am about to lift her and lay her on the counter so I can feast on her pussy that I had the pleasure of licking from my fingers when she stops rocking. Her face flushed and her eyes glowing. She licks her lips and knocks the fucking wind out of my sails.

"We could just get married now." I blink a few times to make sure I heard her right. Surely she cannot have said what my heart and cock have been telling me since the moment I brought her here.

"What did you say?" She looks like the cat who ate the canary.

"I said we could get married before we go back. Wouldn't that solve all the problems?" Yeah it could solve some but also creates a whole other set. I want to tell her just that, but the hopeful look on her face and the fact that this woman owns me cock, stock and barrel, there is no way I am not going to give her what she wants.

"Are you sure, Piccola? I know this seems like a good idea but…" She puts both her hands on my face and kisses me softly before looking me in my eyes.

"I can't explain it, Larabee, but I feel like there was a reason they sent you to get me. I feel like this was our destiny. I know it is crazy, but in my heart, I know it is real. I want to belong to you, in every way."

"Shit, angel. You are tearing me up and putting me back together with your trust and your truth. Fuck, I have been holding back my absolute obsession with you since I brought you here, fearing that would scare you after all you went through. But I want you too, Piccola. I feel it as well. You are not alone."

"Good. So.." Heavens help me. Once again this could get me killed, doing this without getting permission but I can't break her heart. Hell, I can"t break my own, so I put my life on the line.

"Alright, baby. Let"s get married so I can bust through that cherry and breed you, making you my woman, my wife." I hope she knows what she is doing because she is about to unleash the beast. I have only shown her one side of myself, but now, once we take these vows, all bets are off. She will learn quickly just how dark and filthy her husband is.