Page 45 of Forgotten Deeds

I moan.

I writhe.

I beg.

I—

“Fall apart,” he commands, moving his hand faster and faster.

“Darius,” I scream, the sweetest relief washing over me as my pussy absolutely gushes on his fingers—the orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

I collapse into his body, my own jerking like a live-wire as he leans over and smiles at me, capturing my mouth with a sweet kiss. “Let’s get you dressed,” he tells me against my lips. “I’d rather not have to kill anyone today.”

In a daze, all I can do is nod.

“Fuck, I need at least a week with you chained to my bed,” he grumbles, sitting me upright before he hops down to retrieve my bikini. He picks me up, and I lay my head against his shoulder and close my eyes. “Uh-uh. Don’t go to sleep on me.” He chuckles.

Placing me on my feet, he fixes my top for me, but he frowns at the ruined bikini bottom. “Sorry about that,” he says, placing it over me and tying the torn ends together as best he can.

Scooping me up in his arms, he carries me into the gentle surf. A man in a fishing boat passes, and I giggle.

“He’s lucky he gets to keep his eyes.” Darius glances to the boat, and then back to me. “Was I too rough?” He presses a tender kiss to my neck where moments ago his big hand wrapped around it.

“No, I loved it,” I admit.

“Good girl.”

“Darius?” I ask, looking into his dark eyes.

“Yes, wifey?”

Feeling like time has stopped, I blurt out the words before I can overthink them. “I love you.”

Looking taken aback, he opens his mouth and then closes it. My stomach falls as I try to jump down from his arms, but he tightens his grip. “Don’t make me spank your ass right here, right now,” he threatens.

“It’s alright if you don’t feel the same,” I lie, choking down the tears.

“I don’t feel the same?” Darius balks. “What I feel for you,” he pauses, searching for the right words. “Love. Mania. Obsession. None of those words do it justice. You’re under my skin, little angel, with your pretty little fingers wrapped about my heart like a vise. A lifetime with you won’t nearly be enough,” he declares, kissing away my tears. “But we have to start somewhere.”

Chapter Eighteen

Darius

Gently moving Lily’s head from my chest, I slip out of bed. She stirs, but immediately returns to a deep slumber. As she should, because we were in the sun all day, and later, I made sure to wear her out in bed.

I throw on some clothes and quietly tiptoe out of our room. The Parisi family yacht is moored not too far from shore, and while I could easily swim, I’d rather not have to make a portion of my journey in wet sneakers. That’s why I snag the keys to the tender and board the small boat.

Keeping the throttle low to make as little noise as possible, I approach the cove Lily and I had our little game earlier and drop anchor. I hop out of the boat and make my way to the rock outcropping. Taking a seat on the boulder where Lily squirted everywhere—the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed—it feels sacrilegious to do something as mundane as put on my socks and shoes, like I’m desecrating a scared space.

I hop down and make my way to the path. Lily froze with fear earlier, but had she really looked, there’s an escape route behind the huge rock where I tied her up. Not that I’m complaining, considering how it played out.

It’s a starry night, but I don’t need a guide star to lead the way—I’ve climbed this path countless times in my youth. Reaching the top that connects with a gravel road, I begin the uphill trek, having worked up a good sweat by the time I reach my destination: Taverna Angelos.

The lights are off and the tavern is closed, but I easily pick the lock and slip inside. Following familiar smells to the kitchen, my mamá is at the stove, stirring a huge pot of something—smells like stifado.

“Mamá,” I say, and she drops the spoon into the pot, going eerily still. Turning around slowly, she places her shaking hands over her mouth before opening her arms wide.

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