Page 17 of Dark Knight

His affable chuckle tickles my neck as he helps me to my feet, guiding me over to the sink. Running the water cold, he lowers my wrist under the stream to help calm me down. “We didn’t use protection last night, Bea, and we won’t in the future. The only protection your body will ever have from me is when you’re pregnant.” My head spins.

“You want a baby with me?” He’s insane. He has to be.

Turning off the faucet, he grabs a towel from next to the sink and gently pats my hands dry before turning me around to face him. “My pretty, darling girl, I want everything with you.” His eyes grow dark and fill with the same heat as last night; his body tenses and ripples. I register the pounding of his heart through his bare chest and feel the evidence of his desire behind his basketball shorts as he rubs against me.

“You do?” I must sound so stupid to him.

“Yeah, Bean.” I grimace at the use of my full name, and he laughs. “I know you hate it, but I’m going to whisper it in your ear so often you’ll learn to love it because you should cherish everything about yourself.” His lips find their way to my neck again, laving and sucking along the length.

I wish I had his confidence about that.

“So, you’re not, uhm…”Why did I start this?“You’re not…that is…I didn’t…”Crap.

“Freaked out that you called me Daddy while I was balls-deep in your slick cunt?” My body tingles at his description.

“Yeah, that,” I say on an exhale as my shoulders loosen.

“Baby, you can call me Daddy anytime you like; just know that if you do it outside of the bed, it’s the quickest way for me to find the nearest flat surface so I can fuck you until you can’t see straight.”

“Oh.” I guess that answers all my fears. Kind of. Because what if he’s just being nice? I’m my own worst enemy right now.

I haven't a clue how to be…whatever we are. I don’t even know how to be me half the time.

“Brush your teeth so I can kiss you properly, and then come downstairs. I’ve got breakfast warming for us.” Covering my mouth, I motion for him to go, and he reaches down to grab me a spare toothbrush and paste before exiting.

Alone, I can breathe again. Nolan is a presence in his own right. He’s overwhelming and assertive, and I'm wary about how to handle that. No one like him has played a part in my life before.

Quickly cleaning up, I banish all thoughts from my head. I need a break from myself, and cleaning has always given me that, or drawing.

* * *

Nolan

Leaning against the counter in my kitchen, I can hear Bean walking around upstairs and deduce that she’s cleaning the bathroom. Probably because of some bullshit at home. I’ll give her five more minutes to bring her cute ass down here before I go after her.

When I awoke this morning, just as the sun had been rising, I spent some time watching her sleep and came to a decision. After a quick call to Danny-boy, I had half my assets transferred to her name, and the other half will revert to her if anything ever happens to me. No matter what transpires after that arrest warrant is issued for me, I want her taken care of.

I spoke to my father, Luther, as well. Made him promise me he would ensure she was able to stay in this house. That she would be protected by the family, though she'd never ask for it. Bea seems to accept whatever fate callously offers her, and guaranteeing that it’s only good things from now on is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.

However, now, my parents are eager to meet the woman who has overtaken my world in the span of a very short weekend. If there’s one thing that all the men in my family have in common, aside from our ruthless personalities, it’s discerning when we’ve found the singular woman to complete the other half of our souls.

And for me, there wasn’t a single second of doubt. The more time I spend with her, the more I’m certain of it, too.

She’s skeptical, rightfully so. Her family is nothing but a bunch of abusive assholes who don’t deserve to spend a second in her presence.

The one and only thing I’ve had a hard time figuring out is how to emancipate her. Despite being an adult, her parents have power over her medical and physical needs and well-being due to her condition.

I have no idea if they physically abuse her or not, but if they have, and I can help prove it, she’d be released from their hold over her. I’ve heard of people marrying to get kinship transferred, but I don’t know if I could convince her to do that. She was barely holding on upstairs.

Her fear of calling me Daddy in the heat of the moment was what sent her into a tailspin, and I’m certain she’s still unsure of her place in my life. Even if I’m not. I have my work cut out for me when it comes to Bea, but I’m up for the challenge, and until she tells me to fuck off, there isn’t much that could get me to back off.

With the sound of her soft steps padding down the stairs and slowly into the kitchen, I let loose a satisfied grin when she wanders into the open space of the first floor wearing a large t-shirt of mine that I left on the bed.

“Looks better on you than it does on me.” Holding out a hand for her, I wait until the trepidation is overshadowed by her need to be near me. Dragging her into my arms, I tilt her chin up and kiss her.

It’s not quick or slow. Rather, deep and possessive as I clutch her body against mine, holding her as tight and close as I can without crawling into her pussy, where I want to be most in the world.

My cock grows hard and heavy as I begin to attack her mouth with all the vigor I can. Desire races through my bloodstream, firing up my nerve endings and making me feel a thousand times more sensitive when her delicate fingers graze my chest.

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