Chapter 6

6

DERRICK

Two Weeks Later

" A lina, it's a waste of your talent."

Alina is beautiful in her anger, hands on her shapely hips and chin tilted up. "I need a job, Derrick! If you don't want to drive me, I'll get an Uber, but I'm going to this job fair!"

"Dammit, woman," I growl and cross the room, closing the distance between us and hauling her up onto her tiptoes, hands landing on my chest.

"Derrick!" she protests, but when I pull her in tight, she doesn’t fight me. Her lips part, the pulse in her neck jumping. Fuck, she's gorgeous.

"Do you want me to take you, or not?"

"Yes!" she snaps.

I laugh. "All right, angel. I'll give you this victory, but don't you dare forget who's in charge."

Alina Brant has undeniably changed me. The night I claimed her as my own, taking her virginity, she stayed the night. And then the next night too. And the next. Soon enough, it became clear to both of us that she had no intention of leaving.

It was a whiplash change of pace, going from watching her through her window to having her in my bed every night, but every second I'm with her, I want her more. I know I'm going to have to come clean about my identity sooner rather than later because she's going to need to know all of me when she ultimately becomes my wife.

Because she will be my wife.

We've spent the last two weeks here and at Sage and Salt, which I finally admitted that I owned. It worked in my favor because giving her that little tidbit of information sated her curiosity—for now at least. I let her believe I’m the strangely well-off owner of the local coffee house and nothing more. Definitely not a former tech giant who made millions on a single sale before disappearing off the face of the earth.

Now, though, I can tell that she's itching to return to her normal life, at least in some part. While she's been here with me, I've watched Alina sketch, paint, and transform her ideas into digital masterpieces. She's beyond talented, and the thought of her shackled to some desk job creating only the art that she's commanded to pisses me off. But if I haven't even revealed my full identity to her yet, it's not like I can convince her that I'll take care of her for the rest of her life.

"You're in charge," she assures me with a sigh and a sweet smile. "But you can't be bossy all day, Derrick."

"Of course, I can."

"Ugh, you're the worst!"

I chuckle and lower my head, brushing my lips over hers. "Come on, angel. We'll be late."

She pouts but follows me to the car. It's a crisp day, the sun shining and a cool breeze blowing, but as we drive downtown, the buildings start to cast shadows, and the temperature dips. Alina looks out the window, her fingers twitching as she watches the town pass by.

"Thank you for taking me," she says softly. “I know you didn’t want to. Not really.”

"You're welcome. Are you sure you need to do this?"

"Yes," she laughs. "Unless you want to fess up right now. Who are you, Derrick No Name?"

I grunt but keep my mouth shut. I could easily tell her not to worry, that it's all taken care of, but I can't do that. Still, I'm going to have to tell her the truth eventually.

The parking garage is packed, and I have to circle it several times before we find a spot. Alina is antsy, and as soon as I park, she's out of the car and heading towards the elevator.

"Hold on," I call and grab her arm. "Don't you dare go in there without me."

"I can handle it, Derrick." She sighs and rolls her eyes. "But fine, whatever. I'll wait."

"That's a good girl," I murmur and give her a quick kiss.

"Oh no, you don't," she laughs. "Wait until tonight, Romeo."

"Fine, fine. Let's go, angel."

When I take her hand in mine, she doesn't pull away, and as we enter the building where the job fair is set up, her fingers squeeze mine. There are dozens of people milling around, and I'm already on edge when Alina pulls away to shuffle through her bag, pulling out a stack of resumes and copies of her lengthy portfolio. The possessive part of me wants to walk with her the entire time, but I'm worried about being recognized. "I'll go to the cafe upstairs. Meet me there when you're done. Go do what you came here to do, Alina, so I can get you home."

She leans up and kisses my cheek. "Yes, Daddy."

And with a sway of her hips and a toss of her hair, she's gone.

The cafe is quiet, and I take a seat near the back, where I have a clear view of what's going on downstairs. I'm not even going to pretend that I'm not watching her. The idea of letting her talk to any man, much less one of these young assholes who think they're worthy of her, makes me want to grit my teeth.

I'm not going to stop her, but if I see one of them even think about touching her, I won't be held responsible for my actions.

I order a water and lean back in my chair, my eyes on her. It's almost amusing, watching her try to work a table, but she's doing well. There are a lot of booths set up, and she moves from one to the other, picking up brochures and talking to people. She's dressed in a pencil skirt and a blouse, and her hair is pulled back in a loose ponytail.

Her clothing is appropriate, but it's a little too damn sexy for my tastes. The pencil skirt hugs her round ass, and the blouse is cut just low enough that her cleavage peeks out. My eyes narrow as I watch the men at the booth across from her try not to stare.

Fuck that.

I want to mark her, leave some teeth marks on her neck, make it clear to everyone else that Alina is mine, but we're not to that point, not yet. As far as Alina is concerned, we're casual, and she still has a life and career and everything outside of me to contend with. Little does she know I have no intention of giving her up, not ever.

I think about the black velvet box in the back of my nightstand drawer and what lies within it. With that thought fresh on my mind, and a few of the young pricks working the booths looking at my woman too long, I pick up my phone and make a call. I still have some connections in the tech industry, and what better time to use them than now?

"Hey, Bruce. Yeah, it's Derrick. If I send you over the portfolio for an illustrator, will you take a look at it for me?"

Alina wasn't thrilled when, after my phone call, I all but dragged her out of that fucking joke of a job fair and took her back to my place. Our place, really. She just hasn't accepted the truth yet.

We nearly argued as soon as the front door closed behind me, but like it always does, the heat of anger quickly changed to lust. In the bedroom, it's hard to argue when her lips are on mine, my hands tearing at her clothes like she's the oxygen I need to breathe.

And the way she reacts to me, the way she melts at every touch and falls apart every time I fill her with my cock, has my head spinning. Alina is addictive, and I know that as soon as I have her completely—when she's my wife—I'll never be able to resist her again.

"Derrick!"

"Take it, angel. Take all of my cock."

"Yes, Daddy," Alina moans, her hands clutching at my chest. But then, she winces, and I stop in my tracks.

"What's wrong?"

Her soft laugh reassures me. "Just a little sore from last night is all. You got a little carried away."

She's right, and I should feel a little guilty, but instead, all I feel is possessiveness and pride.

"You're right. I was, wasn't I?" An idea strikes me—a hot, filthy one—and I can't resist when my hand slides between us and grazes the puckered entrance between her perfect asscheeks. "Maybe I should fuck you somewhere new then. Give your sweet little pussy a break. What do you think?"

Alina's eyes widen, and her mouth falls open. "You mean…?"

"Don't worry," I grin. "I'm not going to fuck your little ass just yet. Not until you’re comfortable. Roll over for me."

Alina obeys, and I trail my fingers down her spine, over her perfectly curved hips, and her smooth, firm ass. It's so perfect, so round, and her cheeks are spread slightly so I can see her wet, pink little pussy.

"Beautiful." I slide my fingers between her thighs. She's soaking, and her back arches, pressing her ass against me. "Spread your legs."

She does, and as my fingers tease her slit, she squirms, panting.

"I'm going to get you ready for me," I tell her. "Then I'll bury my cock in this tight little ass, angel, and you'll love it. I promise."

"Oh God, Derrick," Alina moans. Her face is down on her folded arms and her perfect, heart shaped ass is sticking up in the air. “Okay. Yes. Let’s do it. I want you to.”

"Stay here. Don't move."

When I come back, her cheeks are a rosy red, but her thighs are slick and her nipples are hard peaks against the bed. God, the things I want to do to her.

"Spread wider for me."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl.” The sight of her like this, her body on full display for me, is almost more than I can handle. My cock is hard as stone, and I wrap one hand around the base, stroking it slowly as I reach over her and take the bottle of lube.

"This is going to be cold, angel," I warn her.

"Okay."

Squeezing the bottle, I drizzle the liquid down the crack of her ass, and she jumps at the first touch. It's the only warning she gets before the first of my fingers teases her hole, spreading the lube around the rim.

I massage her lower back and ass cheeks with my hands until she’s loose and relaxed, and then slowly push one finger into the tight opening. "Oh fuck, angel."

Alina whimpers, and I rub her hip and keep working my finger in and out of her ass, slowly pumping it.

"Relax for me. Push back against my hand."

"Oh. Oh!" Her head comes up, and her ass clenches around my finger.

"Yes, just like that."

I keep working her ass, adding more lube and slowly stretching her. By the time I have three fingers buried deep in her ass and Alina is a writhing mess on the bed, she's begging and pleading for relief. "Please, Derrick. Please, please, please fuck me."

"Soon," I promise her. "You're going to come with my cock in your ass, angel, and it's going to be so fucking good."

"Yes, Daddy. Yes, please. Anything."

"That's it, sweetheart. Just relax and let me fuck you. Let me claim every part of you."

"Yes, yes!"

I remove my fingers, and the sudden emptiness makes her cry out in disappointment.

"You want more, don't you?"

"Yes, please," Alina pants and presses her ass back towards me.

"Fucking hell, you were made for me." I coat my rock hard shaft with more lube and press the thick head to her tight little hole. "Remember, angel, just relax, and it'll feel so good."

"Yes, yes, please," Alina mumbles, her voice muffled by the pillow.

My hands grip her hips, and slowly, I push inside. "Fuck!"

It's hot and tight, and Alina is trembling beneath me. I'm fighting a losing battle, wanting nothing more than to thrust hard and deep into her, but I keep my movements slow and steady. I'm watching, feeling, as the head of my cock disappears inside her virgin hole.

My eyes roll back in my head as her ass opens for me, and the head of my cock slips past the tight ring.

"Ohhhhh." Her voice is part nerves, part relief.

"There, baby, there you go. Fucking hell, Alina, you're so tight. You feel so good." I inch in further, and Alina starts rocking her hips backward against me, pushing me deeper and deeper.

"Oh my God, Derrick," Alina pants. "This is … this is … oh my God."

There are no more words after that, just moans and cries as I finally seat myself fully inside her. It's too much, and I can't help myself any longer. Pulling back, I grip her hips hard and thrust forward, burying my cock all the way to the root.

Alina's entire body trembles, and I'm lost. Lost in her scent, the way her ass feels around me, the noises she's making. My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips, and I pull back and slam forward. Over and over, my hips slap against her ass.

"Touch yourself," I order her, and like she always does, Alina obeys.

One hand snakes between her and the bed, and the second her fingers brush over her clit, she gasps. "Yes, yes, yes. I'm gonna come, Daddy."

"That's it, angel."

She screams, and her body pulses, her ass tightening around my cock. I grit my teeth, determined to make this last, but it's impossible. Her ass feels too damn good, and her screams of pleasure are too damn sexy.

"Oh God, Alina. Fuck!"

My orgasm rushes through me, and I bury my cock deep, filling her with jet after jet of hot come.

We're both spent, and I'm not even sure how either of us has the strength to collapse on the bed together, but somehow we do. I wrap Alina in my arms and kiss her shoulder. "So, you liked that, angel?"

Alina lets out a breathless laugh. "Yeah, I guess I did, didn’t I?"

There's so much more I want to do to her, to show her. An entire lifetime's worth. But first I have to reveal myself to her fully. Either she'll accept me as I am or she won't.

But I'll never find out unless I take the leap. And even if she doesn't want me, I won't be able to give her up. I'll just have to find a way to change her mind.