Page 11 of Blossom in Shadows

She’s quiet on the ride back to my house, but I can feel her excitement. It wraps around us and makes me feel comforted in a way I’ve never felt before. Allowing her to dance at Sala goes against everything in me, but this feeling makes it all worth it.

When I pull up to my home, the same house I grew up in which became mine with my father’s death, the same one which has felt so empty since Daisy moved out to be with Lorenzo, she simply hums and steps out of the car. As I get out and move around to her side, I give her a pointed look which has her jutting out her chin. The defiance she shows me makes my cock twitch.

“What?” Her tone is full of sass, “You wanted me to wait for you to open my door?”

“Yes, myReginetta, I did,” my voice drops an octave as I lead her inside and she rolls her eyes. “Did you roll your eyes at me?”

“Yes,” she sasses me.

My hand moves from the small of her back to give her ass a squeeze. “I wouldn’t push me, Zinnia, if I were you. I’ve allowed you to dance in front of men all night long and it’s driven me halfway fucking crazy. They had their eyes on you.”

With every breath I take, more rage fills my lungs and I know there is only one way to relieve it. On her. On her body. On her fucking soul.

I lead her to our bedroom and then into the bathroom where I start the shower. I watch her shift from foot to foot nervously as I unbutton my shirt and let it fall to the floor. She’s wearing a short dress, one which hugs all of her and puts her on display. Somehow, she still manages to make it look classy when on any other woman it would make her look like a whore.

I prowl around her, circling her once and loving the way her breath hitches as I do. When I’m at her back again, I unzip her dress and peel it away from her body until it falls from her hips to puddle on the floor.

“Don’t move,” I bark, and she freezes.

I circle her again and take in her body. She’s not wearing a bra and the only thing keeping her from being naked in front of me is a thin g-string which leaves nothing to the imagination. My movements are jerky as I undo my belt and pants to push them over my hips along with my boxer briefs.

Zinnia doesn’t move, but her eyes rake over my body and her hands tighten into fists as if she’s trying to fight herself from reaching for me. I can’t help but smirk at her reaction.

I cock my head to the side as I look at her and ask the question which has been circling through my head since the moment I broke down the door of her apartment. “Why aren’t you fighting me?”

Her head snaps up from looking at my cock and her brown eyes lock with mine. She arches an eyebrow, the challenge in her features clear for me to see. “What would be the point? Do I really have a say? I know the power you hold, Elio.” I love the way my name rolls off her tongue.

I step forward and grip the thin bands of her g-string on her hips. With a quick tug, they snap in my hands, and I yank the material from between her legs which causes her to gasp. I love the sounds she makes.

“What else? That’s not all of it,” I demand because I can see the answer right there in her eyes and she’s holding something back.

Her eyes drop down to the floor, but that’s not going to work for me. I grip her neck and tilt her head backwards, forcing her to look into my eyes again. She looks so fucking lost and desolate. It makes me suck in a breath.

“I deserve to be swallowed up into the shadows that dance around you,” she whispers.

I tighten my grip on her throat and use my other arm under her ass to lift her until she wraps her legs around my waist. I don’t wait to stride into the shower to allow the warm water to rain down on us. Is it a baptism? Will we walk out as something new, as something more? Can it be so easy to wash away what could just as easily keep us apart?

I slam her back against the tiles, my dick trapped between us and sliding between her slick pussy lips. She moans into my mouth as I kiss her, pouring my power into her. Will she ever see the light she has around her?

I will have her petals reaching toward the sun if it’s the last thing I do in this world. No more pain for this woman, she has endured already. The crush of her dreams under the boot of fate is enough. I won’t add to it. I will only put a crown upon her head and help her to hold her chin up high as she rules alongside me.

“Elio,” she moans into my mouth and it’s my undoing.

Her legs grip me tight enough that I don’t need to support her ass. Instead, I press my palm against the tiles next to her head, my hand giving another squeeze of her throat as the head of my cock slides down to her entrance. I slam my hips forward and plunge into her depths in one hard thrust.

Her nails dig into my shoulders as she lets out a whimper. It’s a sound I will never forget, the same way the sway of her hips tonight is burned into my psyche to never be replaced.

My thrusts are brutal. They’re a punishment because I know I was not the only one lusting after her tonight. She takes every single one and her body begs for more. The sound of our wet skin slapping together as I fuck her almost drowns out the sound of the shower. It’s a symphony that I demand she dances to.

“Your pussy loves being filled by me,” I grit out through my teeth as I pull back from her mouth and press her more firmly against the tile. “Your body loves being punished by me.” I snarl, “Tell me.”

“Yes, Elio,” her brown eyes light up with pleasure. “More,” she begs, “please, more.”

My cock pummels her pussy, filling her fast and hard and then demanding satisfaction. Her walls are so tight. She’s so fucking wet and it has nothing to do with the shower cascading down our bodies from above.

I fuck her, needing to rid my mind of the notion that any man who watched her dance tonight think they could have her. It makes me snarl and growl as I bury my face against her shoulder and my hand tightens around her neck to only release the pressure slightly when she makes a sound in the back of her throat.

My entire body is tingling, but I need to feel her submission, I need to feel her come around my cock, to give herself over to me entirely, before I can let go. I need it more than my next ragged breath.

---