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CHARLOTTE

Song, Scream My Name, Thomas LaRosa

I roll over to face him as he rests his muscular arm behind his head.

I can hear the cogs turning in his brain, so I trace my finger along the ink up his neck, watching the smile twitch on his lips as I touch him.

Tomorrow is the day we fly out to Russia. We’ve spent the last four days training, planning, and, well, fucking. But he can now toss a knife like a pro.

“What’s up?” I whisper, leaning in to press a kiss on his sharp jaw.

“I’m nervous,” he admits, looking up at the ceiling, so I sit up and cup his cheek.

“You, nervous, why? We can take down Vlad,” I tell him.

With Enzo and Drago on our side, there is no other option than to win. At least, that’s what I’m making myself believe.

He sighs and shakes his head.

“Not that. I will meet my daughter for the first time. What if she thinks her daddy is an asshole? She’s already nearly five. I’ve missed five whole years. Enough time for her brain to learn her daddy wasn’t there for her.”

My heart hurts for him.

“Isabella is a beautiful, kind soul, Declan. She knew her daddy couldn’t come for her, not wouldn’t. I told her stories about you her whole life.”

He blinks a few times and turns to look at me.

“She knows about me?”

I nod, chewing on my lip.

“She knows you as the prince in my story. The one I promised to find her one day after I’d saved us both.”

I close my eyes thinking about her sweet little face.

“I bet she’s a warrior just like her momma. Ay?” It’s his turn to sit himself up and brush a stray tear from my cheek.

“I hope she’s nothing like me,” I say quietly.

He tuts and shakes his head.

Pushing me onto my back, he clambers on top, nudging my knees open with his thighs and holding my wrists loosely above my head.

“I hope our daughter is just like you. A woman who will burn the world down for those she loves. A woman who is so fierce she can’t see how powerful she truly is. A force with a kind heart and beautiful soul. Who never fucking gives up. I hope our daughter sees how hard her mom loves her. And I hope one day, our baby girl can see how much her daddy loves her and her mommy. I hope both of you can see what it’s like to be truly cherished. My girls will have the world, baby. I will not stop until I deliver it.”

I suck in a breath as the hot tears stream down my cheek.

“She is going to be obsessed with you, Declan. She deserves a daddy who will show her true love.”

“You both deserve that, heartbreaker,” he whispers as he presses his lips to mine.

As I go to return the kiss, he pulls back, holding my hands in one hand, the other trails along my face and down my chest.

“It’s our last night just the two of us,” he mutters, peppering kisses along my throat.

That sounds perfect. No more fighting and surviving, finally I can live and bring Isabella up the way she deserves. Safely and as part of a family. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for her.

“Hmm, mmm.” My eyes flutter closed and I tip my head back to give him better access to me.

As his hand slides south, I wiggle my hips and try to shimmy out of his grip.

“What. Are. You. Doing?” he growls.

Oh God.

As his fingers go under my panties, I freeze, and he stops.

“Words.”

“I’ve just come on my period,” I confess.

I was so pissed off when I went to the bathroom earlier, I’d completely lost track of my cycle. Talk about ruining the moment, I can feel his cock pressing against me, and I want it. So bad.

“And?” He smirks, dipping his hand lower.

I shake my head.

“It’ll make a mess.” I nod to the bright white sheets that we are lying on top of, and he chuckles, but his grip on my wrists tightens. He’s still careful not to hurt my scars there.

And that makes my heart pound. Knowing I am safe with this man in every way.

“Look, I can get you off if that’s what you need. We don’t have to waste tonight,” I tell him, and his eyes darken.

“You think I just want you to get me off? You don’t think your pleasure is as valuable as mine? Hmm? I get off on you getting off, sweetheart. This doesn’t work one way.”

My cheeks heat, and my pussy throbs for him.

“Spread your legs wider or you won’t come for the rest of the month.”

My mouth snaps shut and my legs open for him.

“Good girl.”

He lightly circles my clit and a moan escapes me.

“Look how responsive you are. Good fucking girl, baby.”

He runs his tongue up my throat, keeping a light pressure on my clit.

“What I need, more than anything, is to hear you scream my name while you come all over my fucking face.”

I let out a gasp at his filthy words, and he nips at my skin.

“Yes. You heard me right. Nothing can stop me from making my girl feel better. Not tonight, not ever.”

Before I can respond, he crashes his lips over mine and steals my breath away.

“Just relax,” he whispers, and I open my legs wider for him.

I can’t deny it. It does feel good.

His hips grind against me as he expertly makes me forget everything else, other than how incredible he makes me feel.

“Such a good little slut for daddy, aren’t you?”

I let out a whimper as he slides off my panties and tosses them on the floor.

“Don’t move,” he whispers.

He jumps off the bed, I hear his heavy feet down the stairs and swiftly back up. Time seems to stand frozen as I wait for him.

That mischievous glint in his eye makes me nervous, yet he’s excited as he reappears in the doorway.

“Close your eyes.”

I let them close and hold my breath.

“And breathe, baby. The only pain I will ever inflict from now on will be to aid your pleasure.”

His voice gets louder as he approaches and the bed dips as he rejoins me, pushing back open my legs wider and settling between them.

A tiny whimper escapes me as he pulls on the string of my tampon.

“You are safe with me,” he whispers, as it pops out and tosses it in the trash.

He slides in two fingers as he continues to circle my clit with his thumb, adding enough pressure to have sparks flying as he leans in closer and sucks on my throat.

“God, you’re beautiful at my mercy.”

I gasp as the freezing cold block connects to my clit while his fingers pump in and out of me.

“Declan.” I arch my back, just as he laces his fingers around my neck.

“Feel everything, Charlotte. Let go. Just like you did in Italy. Be mine.” His deep Irish accent soothes me and turns me on something crazy.

“Y-yes, sir.”

I discreetly open my eyes as he repositions himself lower down, almost in a sniper position between my legs. In a slow motion he runs the ice along my slit, and I shiver in response. I’m so close to the edge I’m almost shaking.

“Fuck,” I cry out as the icy cool is replaced by the heat of his tongue.

“Good girl, see how good I can make you feel?”

I nod and snap my eyes closed, but I desperately want to see him enjoy me.

“I want to watch, sir,” I beg, and he chuckles.

“Open those beautiful eyes then.”

I blink them open, and he’s staring up at me, his eyes full of raw hunger for me. He places the ice back in his hand and offers it to me.

“Play with this on your nipples,” he orders, and I take the cube between my index finger and thumb.

My nipples tingle as he licks me slowly and sensually.

“Just like that, baby. Pinch them, show me what you want me to do to them.”

A shock runs through me, a sharp pain against the cool, balanced against the warmth from his tongue on my pussy.

His rough hand reaches up, and he steals the ice, popping it in his mouth and giving me a wink that electrifies me.

Propping myself up on my elbows, I watch intently as he uses his mouth to run the ice along my core.

“Oh, my god,” I cry out.

He pushes my thighs up, spreading me wider and holds me firmly in place. I’m panting, my head almost spinning from all the sensations.

“I need to be inside you, fuck,” he grunts as he sits back, spitting the remaining ice cube on the floor.

I let out a squeal as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, rushing us to the en-suite.

“Declan!” I giggle, kicking my legs as he strides into the walk-in rainfall shower and turns it on. Sliding my body down his front, he slams my back against the tiles and I pull on the collar of his shirt as the water heats up, cascading over us.

“You have too many clothes on,” I say against his lips before he slams them over mine. I grip his throat and squeeze my legs around his waist tighter.

“I. Don’t. Care. I just need you,” he grunts, and I roll my hips against the bulge in his pants.

A spark lights his eyes as he pulls back, using one hand to free his cock.

He leans back and rips his shirt over his head, tossing it behind him before grabbing my face and coming back in for ferocious kisses.

His dick rubs against my entrance, and I moan in anticipation.

“Please,” I say between kisses.

“I love it when you beg for my cock. Now do it louder, so I’ll never forget how it sounds. Etch yourself in my memories, heartbreaker.”

“Please, daddy. Fuck me, fill me up with your massive cock. I’m begging you. Please.”

It’s like a spark goes off, and he violently thrusts into me, sliding me up the wall with the force.

“Is that what you need?” he says, squeezing my throat.

“Yes,” I choke out.

The water freefalls over us, and I claw at his neck to hold on as he pounds into me. Stealing my breath with every kiss.

“I’m fucking obsessed,” he mutters between kisses.

“Me too.”

I’ve obsessed over him for so many years, this feels so right, so natural. Like I’m finally home. There's just one piece of our puzzle missing.

“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?” he growls in my ear before nipping the lobe.

“Can I? Now?” I whisper.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans out as my pussy clenches around his dick.

With a few final thrusts and his hands squeezing my neck, my nails digging into his muscular shoulders, I fall apart for him.

Except I’m not falling apart; I’m being put back together, day by day, by him.

My name erupts from his lips and he tips his head back, so I lean in and bite into his throat.

“Fuck, heartbreaker!”

He’s breathless as he spills inside of me, and a wave of ecstasy washes over me, my body shakes and stars fill my vision, and I scream out his name.

As I orgasm, his hands cup my face and he kisses me through it.

“Such a good fucking girl for me, aren’t you?” he whispers against my lips and I melt.

Brushing my hair away from my face, he slowly puts me on my feet and leads me directly under the spray.

“Now let me take care of my girl.” He smiles, grabbing the pink shampoo from the holder behind me.

“Turn around.”

I do as he says, closing my eyes, and a moan escapes my lips as he begins massaging my scalp.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I moan.

He thrusts his hips and his dick presses into my ass.

“Keep moaning and I’ll bend you over.”

By the time he washes out the soap, he gets to work on rubbing shower gel all over my body. His touch is light as he runs his palms over me.

“I need to fuck these,” he whispers in my ear from behind, cupping my breasts in his hands.

As he runs down my body, I open my legs as he cleans between them, his finger brushing over my clit.

“Declan,” I hiss out.

His hands roam to the back and he grabs my ass with both hands.

“Such an amazing ass. I’m going to train you to take me perfectly here.”

My eyes shoot open as he parts my cheeks and rubs my back entrance with the tip of his finger.

“Wow.”

So different. Yet so hot.

“Will be good, this time of the month,” he tells me, sliding in his finger just a tiny bit more.

“Fuck, so tight.”

His breath hitches as he grabs the back of my neck and bends me over.

“More?” he asks and I nod.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes. Please,” I cry out as he pushes in a little more.

“Perfect. Good girl.”

I sag forward and hold myself up against the wall.

Looking behind, I watch him drop to his knees.

“Declan!” I cry out as his tongue circles there, his fingers digging into my ass.

I jolt forward abruptly as his palm cracks down on my cheek, the pain searing through my body.

It’s all a blur as he is back on his feet and spins me to face him, I look up through my lashes as he towers over me.

“Can I clean you now, sir?” I ask and pout my lips.

He nods and pulls back my bottom lip.

“Yes. You can start on your knees, baby,” he tells me, pushing me down to the ground by my shoulders.

“Once this is over, we can explore each other every damn day.”

My heart flutters and I smile, taking his cock in my hand.

“I like that plan,” I tell him.

It sets a fire inside me, one I need to keep hold of until I get Isabella back.

Only then can we really start planning our future.

Because right now, there's a chance I won’t be in it.