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The sight of her slows my pace. But before I can ask if she’s okay, she says, “I love you.” Those three words rip me open with an intensity and pleasure greater than any orgasm ever could. Darcy loves me.Me.She lovesme.
My heart squeezes in my chest just as her body squeezes and tugs tighter and harder against mine. “I love you too, Darcy.” She smiles and another tear escapes her as she reaches for my hand. At first, I think she intends to intertwine our fingers. Instead, she extends her neck and places my hand in the perfect position to grab hold of her. My lips draw into a devious smirk. “Does my angel want to be choked?”
“By you. Only by you,” she whispers. And, with that, she lies back on the bed once more and I tighten my grip around her.
With one hand applying pressure to the sides of her neck, I move the other to her breast as I increase my pace once more. Darcy moans and struggles to breathe as I choke her, fuck her and tease her nipple all at once. The way she surrenders to me causes the pressure in my penis to build. It feels heavier and heavier with each insertion. All the while, Darcy opens to me more and more, allowing me to claim every inch of her.
As my arousal builds, the muscles in my legs and glutes clench and my heart races. I should’ve known I wouldn’t last long this first time. But I’ve got the rest of the night and our lives to make up for it. As the first burst of cum shoots from me, I release my grip on Darcy’s throat and use both hands to pinch her nipples in a way that forces her to look at me.
Darcy cries out and brings her icy gaze to my my dark one. I want to see her as I fill her with my cum. Perhaps, more so, I want her to see me. I want her to remember who she belongs to, who is touching her—the only man, from this day forward, who ever will. I want the image of me, ofus, so burned into her,it erases any remnant of her past,of him. As more cum shoots from me, filling her pussy, I bring my lips to hers and seal our union with a kiss.
As we finish round three,Darcy snuggles in beside me and rests her head on my chest. We’re both sweaty and breathless and at serious risk of falling asleep. Which wouldn’t be a problem if we weren’t worried about Delilah waking up to an empty house. With my eyes closed, I make it a point to stroke Darcy’s back. The simple movement is enough to keep me cognizant. Darcy sweetly kisses my chest in response.
“What happens now?” She asks quietly. I inhale deeply and move my fingers from her back to her hair. Softly, I stroke her curls before opening my eyes and planting a kiss amongst them.
“Now, I don’t want to live a single day without you. I want you in my bed every night and in my arms every morning.”
Darcy looks up at me with sleepy eyes and a gentle smile. “I think that can be arranged. But what about my job?”
I move my hand to her chin and direct her lips to mine. Softly, I kiss her. Just once. Both of our lips are still raw. As I pull away from her, I say, “You were never my maid, Darcy. You have always been my hope. You can consider your wages an allowance. Save it. Spend it. Do whatever you want with it. It’s yours as well as everything else I have.”
Darcy sits up then and I instantly miss her laying on my chest. “But Gio…I don’t know if it feels right to just take your money. I want to earn my keep. And I need a sense of stability for Delilah, one I feel I’m providing for her, not just you. Maybe I should take another?—”
“Don’tfinish that sentence.”
“But Gio.”
“Come here,” I whisper. At that, I sit up and motion for her to sit atop my lap. She does. As I stroke her curls, I consider what she’s said. I know she isn’t questioning my ability to provide, or even the stability she and Delilah have here. The concern is her wanting to be the one providing for her daughter. And, although it’s unnecessary, I respect it. But there’s no way I can allow her to take another job.
For one, I still need help, as childish as it sounds. Delilah needs her mother, especially considering their homeschooling arrangement. And, with my line of work, the more public our relationship becomes, the more dangerous it’ll be for her to be away from home without protection. But I know I can’t deny her or force her to stay. That’s what he would do, and I will never be him.
“We said we’d take care of each other,” I say then. “As far as I’m concerned, that’s what we’ve been doing. I don’t want you to think of yourself as my employee. I never have. But my needs still stand. And you’ve been meeting them. As I see it, youareearning your keep. Youareproviding for Delilah. And if you take a different job, you’ll have less time for her, and I’ll have to hire someone else.”
Darcy nods and I’m thankful she’s understanding. But I feel I need to be clearer. “If you have other passions, that’s a different story. If you trulywantto take another job, we will make it work. But if it’s merely a matter of feeling like a provider or maintaining your independence, I truly don’t think anything has to change unless you want it to.”
Darcy takes a deep breath and considers my words carefully. Deep down, I pray she agrees to keep our arrangement as is. But, if she chooses differently, I must respect her choice.
“Very well,” she finally says. “I can live with an allowance in exchange for my domestic duties. I can put it towards a collegefund for Delilah or surprises for you. I will, however, take this moment to sayI told you so.”
“What do you mean?” My brows crinkle.
“The day you offered me this job, I said it sounds like you’re in need of a wife. There was only domestic duty not included in the job description.” She pokes my nose playfully. “And now look at us.”
I shake my head and laugh. She’s right. Perhaps she always was. I just wasn’t ready to admit it to myself. “And, here we are.” At that, I find her hand and stroke her ring finger. Something about this night feels more like a wedding than any other I’ve attended. But that doesn’t mean I don’t need to make it official. I suppose I have more shopping to do and then, there’s the matter of her ex-husband. We keep referring to him as that, but Darcy told me they’re not technically divorced. That won’t matter once he’s dead. After seeing the scars on her body tonight, and hearing how she received them, his days are numbered, whoever he is.
“What about Mexico?” I ask, not allowing thoughts of him to steal me away from my love.
“Mexico?”
“Can you live with a weekend away? I have a work trip coming up and I meant what I said about having you in my bed every night.”
Darcy lowers her eyes to my chest, and I can see the wheels turning in her head. “Well, given what I know about your work, or assume, would I be safe? And what about Delilah? I don’t want to put her in any more danger.”
“Hey, hey, Darcy,” I say, directing her gaze back to mine. “For starters, you never put Delilah in danger. None of what happened before was your fault. We’re letting go of shame, remember? And second, you will always be safe with me. I may have failed Cara, but I won’t fail you. Mexico is just a meetingwith an old colleague. With that said, I think it would be a good opportunity for us to have some alone time. And something tells me, Damon and Ana could use a healthy dose of birth control right about now. I was thinking Delilah could stay with them, if you’re comfortable with that.”
Darcy brings her hands to my cheeks and kisses my forehead softly. “You didn’t fail Cara,” she whispers. “And I trust you. I think Mexico would be nice.”
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