Chapter 4

4

DERRICK

H er taste is on my tongue, and I know I've made a mistake.

I've kissed her. Claimed her. Taken what I've convinced myself is mine. Now there's no turning back. There's no way I can walk away from her, not when she's so close. I'm obsessed, and now that I know how good it feels to have her in my arms, there's no way I'm going to be able to let her go.

After waiting for a few moments, I follow her out of the city, making sure that she arrives home safely. Then, just like last night, I sit in the darkened car in front of her house, staring at the shadows.

I knew from the moment that I saw her that she was going to be special, but I didn't expect this. Didn't expect to be unable to breathe when I inhaled the scent of her hair. Didn't expect the way my body reacted, every instinct I had screaming to protect her. And I definitely didn't expect the feeling of her lips under mine.

Fucking heaven.

The thought of taking her, of owning her, of filling her with my seed is maddening.

It's driving me crazy, and I know I shouldn't have been so reckless. I shouldn't have touched her. But I did, and now, I'm hungry for more. Now that I've had a taste of her, I'm fucking starving.

I gave her my first name but nothing else. My reputation precedes me, and the last thing I need is her Googling my name. I don't want her to want me for my wealth. I want her to want me. Derrick. Her protector. Her lover.

I've been out here for hours now. The house is quiet, the lights are off, and the windows are dark. She's probably sleeping, and despite the knowledge that I've crossed a line, a part of me is pleased. I've taken care of her. Calmed her. Made her feel safe.

Still, I can't bring myself to leave. I should get some sleep, but it's like I'm glued to the spot. Just knowing she's so close is both comforting and frustrating. God, kissing her had almost been the death of me. I've never been harder in my life. Even thinking back on it now has me reaching down and adjusting my painfully stiff cock in my jeans.

With a frustrated sigh, I finally start the car to pull out of her driveway before I push the envelope even more and break into that fucking house to find her. My mind races with all the possibilities of the future. Of her being mine. I'm a patient man, but there is only so much patience a man can have when faced with a woman like Alina.

Before I can turn the wheel, I see a light come on in one of the upstairs windows of her house. Then, after a moment, another on the bottom floor. Shit. Maybe she heard me start the car. I'm about to put it in reverse and pull out when the front door opens and Alina steps out, crossing her arms as she comes down the steps and looks around.

The light from the porch casts a glow over her, and I feel my heart skip a beat. Seeing her standing on the porch, a fierce little warrior, has my already painful erection throbbing.

She looks around, obviously trying to figure out if someone is there. I should go, but instead, I open the car door and step out, leaning against the hood as if nothing is wrong.

"Hello, Alina."

"Jesus, you scared me!" She puts a hand on her chest. "What are you doing here?"

"Watching over you."

"Well, I appreciate it,” she drawls sarcastically. “But it's time for you to go. Goodnight."

"Ah, ah," Fuck it. If she's out here, if she comes to confront me, I'll give her the confrontation she's looking for. I prowl closer, and her breath hitches, but she holds her ground.

Alina fidgets with her oversized shirt, pulling it down over her pale, sexy-as-fuck thighs."You can't keep doing this."

"I can't?" I lean down, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Her voice is shaky, and as I lift my hand, tracing the curve of her cheek with my fingertips, she shivers. "Go home, Derrick."

"Not yet. Let me walk you in." I don't tell her that I plan on doing a lot more than just walking. I have to take the edge off this need or I'm going to lose my mind.

She shakes her head but doesn't move. She's still shivering, but there's no cold out here. I know how warm she is, and the memory of her body pressing against mine is intoxicating. "It's time for you to go."

"No," I growl the word, and she gasps, her eyes flying wide. "Let's go inside." The hint of her nipples pressing against her shirt is likely to make me go feral. "You're not dressed to be out here."

"Derrick," she whispers, and a thrill goes through me.

"Say my name again, angel."

She bites her lip, and my gaze dips down, watching the motion. She's so goddamn sexy, and she doesn't even know it.

"Derrick." Her voice is soft, and it nearly undoes me.

"Good girl. I'll make sure you're in bed soon enough," I promise darkly.

She hesitates but finally nods, and relief swells through me. As long as she's in my sights, I know she's safe, and that's all that matters.

We cross the lawn, and the night is so quiet I can hear her breathing and the steady beat of her heart. I follow her in, watching as she engages the deadbolt, and then turns back to face me. She blushes, her cheeks red, and I know she feels it, too—the heat, the electricity between the two of us. As if in a daze, she sways towards me, resolve breaking.

I almost don't believe it when she reaches up to touch my face of her own accord, her fingers trailing over the stubble on my chin. Her eyes are wide, and her full lips part just slightly. I want to kiss her, but I resist, letting her explore.

"You really do look like an angel," I murmur, and her blush deepens, the color spreading down her neck and disappearing under the collar of her shirt.

"Is that why you were watching me?"

My smile widens.

I don't need to answer; she knows why. It's the same reason she's touching me right now. Because the connection between us is undeniable. I take a step forward, and like we've done this a million times, she steps back until her back hits the door. I brace my hands on either side of her, and she tilts her head up, her pulse racing under her delicate skin.

"You're playing with fire," I warn her, but I'm not sure if I'm warning her or me.

"I know."

"You're not scared."

She licks her lips. "Should I be?"

"You should be very scared." There's a teasing note in my voice. I want her heart rate up, but not out of fear. Out of excitement.

"You've been watching me. Protecting me. Why would I be afraid of you now?"

"Because if I stay here much longer, I'm going to have to fuck you." I can smell her arousal and see the way her pupils are blown wide with lust. She gulps, and my gaze drops down to her throat. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No." The word is breathless. "Kiss me."

I can't hold back anymore. I crush my lips against hers, swallowing the tiny moan that escapes her. My tongue sweeps into her mouth, and she meets me, eager and willing, and my cock solid steel against her flesh. Her body is so soft and warm, and my hands are moving, one curving over her hip, the other sliding down her front.

"You're mine, Alina," I growl. "My angel." And then, before she can react, "Daddy's angel."

As soon as I say the words, I know that they're true. That's who I am, and that's who I want to be for her. The protector, the lover. And, if she'll let me, her Daddy.

"Say it, baby."

Her lips part, and the words are barely a whisper. "I'm your angel, Daddy."

"And you're my little girl. When you're ready, this sweet little pussy"—my hand cups her over her panties, and she gasps, the sound delicious—"belongs to me."

"Yes," she moans, and her hips rock against my hand.

I give her what she wants, pulling the fabric aside while my mouth crashes down on hers once again. "You're dripping," I groan, feeling how wet and slick she is as I slide my finger over her lips and rub the tip over her clit. "So responsive."

I all but rip the shirt over her head, and then there she is—her full, round breasts exposed, and her pink nipples begging to be sucked. I growl and drop my head, sucking one into my mouth, and rolling the other between my fingers. Her hands tangle in my hair, chest arching forward.

I take my time, savoring every gasp, every cry, and every whimper as I tease her. But I want more. I need to taste her. Slowly, I kiss down her stomach, lowering myself to my knees in front of her and sliding her panties down to her ankles, never taking my mouth off her skin for more than a second.

She's panting, her hands tangled in my hair, and I smirk up at her as I move her legs farther apart and brush a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

"Please," she begs, and I have to fight the urge to come right then. I need her. Need to taste her.

I grip her hips, holding her still, and press my mouth to her pussy, groaning at the taste. She's so fucking sweet, and the sound of her crying out as my tongue laps at her tight, hot opening is almost too much. Her legs shake, and I love it. I want her to put all her weight on me, to depend on me alone to hold her up while I devour her.

I suck her clit, swirling my tongue over it, and her legs jerk, her hips jerking against my face, but I hold her still.

"Please, please," she repeats over and over, and my tongue presses into her, fucking her. She's so tight, her walls spasming, and I can feel how close she is. Her breath comes in short pants as I start to ease a finger inside of her.

And she freezes in place, not even breathing.

"Alina," I breathe against her skin. "What's wrong?"

She tugs at my hair until I stand, immediately cupping her face and looking down into her ocean-blue eyes, and the edge of worry in them makes me pause. "Tell me, angel."

Alina sucks in a deep breath and slowly blows it out. "I'm a virgin."

Her explanation causes a bolt of lust to course through me, and I feel my cock pulse, a bead of precum leaking from the tip.

"You've never..."

She shakes her head, and my hands flex, the desire to claim her almost overpowering. The smile that takes over my face is fierce, and when I kiss her again, I can't help but pick her up in my arms. She wraps her legs around me, and her arms around my neck, and I carry her through the house and up the stairs, only breaking the kiss long enough to find her room.

As soon as I reach the bed, I set her down, and she falls backward, hair fanning out around her like a golden halo.

"My angel," I groan, and she bites that juicy bottom lip. I have to hold back from coming at the sight.

"You don't care?"

I chuckle quietly. "Care? Alina, Those are the most beautiful words I've ever heard in my life." I crawl towards her, ready to finish what I started as I hook one leg over my shoulder. "You're mine and only mine. I fucking love it."

"Derrick," she whimpers.

"Daddy," I correct, and she sucks in a shuddering breath.

"Daddy."

The last thread of my self control snaps.

My mouth is on her again, and this time, I'm not gentle. She's a virgin, and she's mine. Mine to touch, mine to taste, and mine to fuck. And when I slide a finger inside her, the way she cries out, her walls tightening around me, has me almost losing it.

When I hit the barrier inside of her, I pull away just enough to tell her, "This will only hurt for a second, and then I'm going to make you feel so good, angel."

Alina gasps as I sweep that barrier aside, tensing from the pinch of it before relaxing. I pump my finger in and out of her as my mouth works her clit, and she rocks her hips, her back arching off the bed, and the sweetest moan escaping her lips.

It doesn't take long before she's tangling her fingers in my hair again, grinding against my face. "I'm going to..."

"Come for me," I demand. "Come all over my face like a good little girl."

She does, her body quivering and her pussy clamping down on my finger like a vise. I groan, sucking her clit, and riding the waves of her pleasure with her, savoring the way her walls flutter.

"That's my good girl," I praise her, and she moans, her head falling to the side. I kiss my way up her body until I can gently slant my lips over hers, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She's so soft and sleepy in my arms, still quivering.

“Derrick, that was…” Alina can’t find the words, so she arches up to kiss me instead, telling me with her body what she can’t figure out how to express.

“I know, angel,” I murmur against her lips. Damn, I never want to leave this moment. I just want to stay with her.

It kills me, but I fucking can't. No reason to tell her that right now, though.

Alina is completely wrung out, and I know it. Between the stress, the release of it, and everything else, I know that the exhaustion is catching up to her. She's already half asleep, and when I gently tug the blankets over her naked body and wrap her in my arms, I'm not surprised when her head falls onto the pillow and she's asleep in seconds.

I planned on taking her tonight, but it's obvious that she needs the rest more, and I can't deny her a single thing. Not after that.

And not after her admission.

A virgin.

Just the thought of it has my blood boiling, but this time, not in anger, but in pure, primal, lust. I'm still rock hard, but I don't move, holding Alina tight as she sleeps—at least for a little while.

Finally, when I'm sure she's not going to wake up, I slip out of bed and down the stairs in the dark. As silently as possible, I open the door, locking it behind me. In minutes, I'm on the road headed home. I know I'm an asshole, but I couldn't stay. Not yet. Not until she really knows who I am, and is sure she's ready to belong to me fully.

I'm going to be back. My angel is going to be mine.

She just doesn't know it yet.