Page 33 of Look My Way (Bloody Desires #1)

“Please, Daddy.” I do as he says because I want to.

Not out of obligation. That word doesn’t exist with him.

I want to. He says I can have whatever I want, and for the first time ever I feel like I actually can.

Because having him hum in satisfaction and smile with pride makes it seem like he just handed me the whole fucking world on a platter.

“Please what, carino? Say what you want. Use that strong voice of yours. I want you to be who you are and say what you feel. Don’t hold yourself back anymore. Don’t let anyone hold you back.”

“Fuck me,” I say almost lower than a whisper.

“What was that? Say it again. Louder. Give Daniel a chance to hear you in case he’s already woken from his nap.”

That should worry me, but all it does is have my body ringing with more pleasure. “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”

“Fuck you what?” His fingers pull from my ass, the emptiness leaving me feeling lost.

“Fuck me please, Daddy.”

His body trembles behind me, a low grunt falling from his lips. My body is overheated with lust and I’m melting back as he touches me again, hands on my hips. His dripping cock rubs over my ass cheeks, trailing over to my crack. He drags it up and down between my crease.

“That’s right. Daddy loves when you communicate with words. You make me so proud.” His tip presses to my entrance, his hips slowly pumping with the threat of intrusion. “My perfect boy.”

I beam with pride, the praise leaving me smiling as something sprouts inside me. It’s like a flower blooming, spreading seeds to create a whole garden of beauty.

“So fucking sexy. I’m going to fuck you now, and you’ll take it all because you can.

” He shoves himself in halfway, hips thrusting as he pushes himself deeper.

I stretch out my body, legs light and hands pressing to the window as I watch us.

He’s sucking on my neck, eyes also watching what’s happening in the window as my body is shoved forward with each thrust of his bucking hips.

Nestled almost all the way inside me, he pulls out to slam back in harder.

My body rocks with his, head thrashing back and forth as he holds me closer to him.

He keeps whispering sweet praises in my ear and complimenting me.

I’m free-falling straight into nirvana as he finds the part that has me whistling like a damn tea pot.

He pistons himself inside me, hips circling, and when he’s at the perfect angle, I spasm out of control.

I’m laughing, crying, and smiling all at the same time.

Saliva spills from the corners or my mouth as I lose control of my motor functions.

I have no idea how I’m standing, because I can no longer feel my feet on the ground.

All I know is that I’m doing it and he’s showing me I am. He’s showing me what I can take.

My fingers curl against the glass, his cock and my hole making filthy squelching sounds. Skin slaps against skin, and he nips at my neck and cups one of my pecs as he drives harder into me. We share shaky, off-pitch moans, sounding as out of sync as our moving hips.

I’m hit with an out of this world sensation, locking me in place, and my body slips into overdrive.

Pleasure explodes behind my closing lids, and I come.

I shove myself back harder against him, milking my release and rotating my hips as he shoots his load, but it’s not inside me.

Something stops him from filling me up and leaving me leaking.

I both hate it and I’m grateful. He used a condom.

I don’t know when he put it on, but as my brain grows less fuzzy and I blink my eyes, I can feel the barrier.

It’s suddenly so thick between us as he slowly pulls out of me.

“You were perfect. More than I could ever dream of.”

“Are you done with me now?” The worry from before seeps back in as his skin separates from mine. His hands steady me against the counter.

“What? Why would I be?”

“I . . . I don’t know.” My voice is hoarse.

“Never, carino. I’ve had you once and now I’ll always want you.

To be connected to you and feel you in every way.

To hear your pleasure and cries. To see you be strong for me.

” His arms wrap around me and he kisses my cheek.

“I need you to see everything else like you see us right now. Daniel isn’t a good man. ”

“Are you?”

His gaze is so intense in the window, I think it may burn a hole into my skin. “No, but I’d never hurt or betray you. Well, I may do the first if you want me to.” He licks at my cheek and grins, running a hand down my chest.

“Daniel is . . . we’re supposed to get married and he—”

“Doesn’t deserve you.”

Banging has my eyes widening in horror. The loud pounding of fists is joined by Daniel’s screams. “What the hell is going on, Liam? Why is this door locked? Where are you?”

“He’s awake and you—” I turn around to face him, words caught in my dry throat.

“I put something on the outside of the door to keep him from opening it.”

“He’s mad. I have to—”

He grips my chin, shaking his head. “There’s no need to rush. He’s not getting out anytime soon. Make him wait like he does you.”

“I’m going to have to open the door and he’ll ask why I locked it. Then what?”

He smiles, dragging a thumb over my lips. “Then make him feel like he’s crazy. Like he’s losing his mind. That it was all in his head.”

“What?” My chest rises and falls heavily. Yes, I’ve suspected that’s what Daniel does, but how would he know? Would he really? Or is this something he’s just spewing?

“You heard me. It’s what he does to everyone around him, making himself look like the sane hero. I paid your sister a visit this morning at her smoothie shop. She misses you and says Daniel keeps saying you don’t want anything to do with them. They were never the problem.”

No. That can’t be right. The letters I got .

. . the last Christmas card . . . Daniel brought them to me himself, already opened, from my mailbox.

Anger and confusion rear their ugly heads inside me.

I hear Zavier’s words, but Daniel’s are still there too.

So are mine from the last years of matching doubts and blame.

“You saw my sister?” is all I can manage.

He nods, bending down to retrieve something from his pocket. The paper he slips into my hand has a number on it with the name written above.

Tabitha.

I suck my teeth. That’s not the number I have. Not the one Daniel gave me. However, it is the one he said was a spam caller and blocked it for me while I was so focused on my work.

Daniel yells my name again, his banging vibrating through the house. “What the hell. Where are you, baby?”

Zavier squeezes my shoulder and kisses the top of my head.

“You’re finally seeing, aren’t you? Not just what’s here between us, but you’re seeing him too.

Keep looking, carino, and when it becomes clear enough to you, it’s going to be up to you to decide what to do next.

” He kisses my cheek, slinking back to the ground to grab his clothes.

He quickly tugs them on and then helps me with mine, cleaning up around me as I finish coming down from my orgasm.

“Call the number when you’re ready. Talk to your sister. Get back what he’s taken from you.”

I slowly nod, reaching for the paper again to shove it in my pocket. “My family misses me,” I hear myself say, sounding like a stranger to my own ears.

“Yes. They do. They love you. Daniel doesn’t love anyone but himself.”

I look down the hall, at the door being met with Daniel’s fist over and over.

I walk toward the sound and Zavier grabs my hand as I subconsciously hold it out behind me.

We tread down the hall together and he holds me back as he wraps his hand tightly around the knob, motioning for me to remove the door jam.

Daniel leans his whole weight on the door, panting. “Baby? You there?”

“Yes,” I say, making my voice sound groggy. “Sorry. I fell asleep watching TV after you went to lie down, and the door sometimes jams. I need to get it fixed.”

“I went to lie down? When?”

“After dinner,” I lie. Something he should be familiar with. My eyes dart toward Zavier and he nods in encouragement. “You complained of a headache.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t remember any of that. If we already ate, I would know.” I can imagine him rubbing his fingers at his temples, his eyes squinting.

“Probably from how tired you’ve been. You’re running yourself ragged at work. I think the stress is getting to you, baby,” I say, doing my best sincere voice. “You probably should go lie back down and sleep.”

“Can you please open this door so we can have this conversation like normal people?”

“Yeah. You’ll have to step away from the door.”

He sighs harshly. “Fine. Just hurry, please.”

Zavier lets go and rubs a hand down the center of my back on his way to the kitchen.

I turn to face the door and when I whip my head back, he’s gone.

I face where Daniel is again and bang on the edges, making up shit as I go and grabbing the handle to jiggle it.

It swings open minutes later and Daniel’s face is flushed, his clothes disheveled.

He’s normally so put together, but now he’s looking the way he makes me feel every day. Good.

“What the fuck was that?” He scratches his head, his shoulder bumping mine as he exits my room.

“I told you. Door jam.”

“I don’t remember you ever having that problem before. Is it new?”

“Has my family tried to contact me?” I quickly change the direction of our conversation.

He stalls. “You already know the answer to that question.”

“I don’t think I do. Not the real one.”

He lets out what sounds like an annoyed sound and a short laugh. “What are you going on about? Where’s this all coming from?”

“I don’t feel like you’ve been honest with me.” I step back and he follows, looking dejected when I shove his hand away.

“Baby. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Where do you really go when you aren’t here? Is it to him? Because you can tell me.”

Something like confusion and hurt flashes in his eyes, not lasting long. “Who? And I only go to work and home lately. Seriously, baby . . . I don’t understand what—”

“Please stop with the whole baby thing.”

“Why was your door locked, Liam?” he says, face going stoic.

“I told you why.”

His nose flares. “Alright. You know I’m not in the mood to deal with all this. Work is stressful enough without coming home to you going through one of your crazy episodes.”

“Home? You don’t live here, Daniel, and I’m not crazy. I think you want me to think I am, but I’m not.” My voice trembles and his eyes lock on mine, anger causing the muscles to bulge in his cheeks.

“I thought you liked having me here. We’re getting married soon, which means what mine is yours, remember?”

“Oh really? So where’s my key to your place? Why don’t I ever get an invite there?”

His eyes narrow, and when he reaches for me again, I hit harder at his hand. He grabs at my wrist, twisting. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but maybe this is something we should bring up with the doctor at your next appointment. This behavior is scaring me.”

“You’re hurting me.” I try to retract my hand but he holds me harder.

“No, baby. You’re hurting yourself. You’re always the reason for your own pain. Things could be so much easier if you let them.”

“Daniel, please let go.”

“I’m not holding you anymore.”

I look down at my wrist and he’s right, his fingers are gone. When did that happen, and what’s this dizziness coming over me? “I feel weird.”

“Let’s get you to your room and we can continue this tomorrow when you’re more sound-minded.

” He kisses the side of my head, shoving me toward the hall.

I sway from side to side, not understanding where this sluggish feeling is coming from and why it’s hit me so hard.

Did Zavier drug me again? He couldn’t have.

I didn’t drink anything while he was here.

Well, I drank a little water an hour before seeing him as I took my meds.

“Come on, baby. Let me take care of you.”

“No,” I scream in my head, but my mouth is thick like cotton on the inside, sticking together when I try to speak.

I walk with him, feet heavy, and he strips me down to my underwear in the dark. Oh no. What if he turns the lights on.

“My eyes hurt,” I push out.

“I’ll leave the light off. Go on and crawl in.” He lifts the covers and I do, burying myself deep in them.

“Night, sweet thing.” He kisses my head and shuffles around the room before the door shuts behind him. My mind races before slowing down and going blank. Everything goes pitch black. My vision and thoughts. Everything’s too quiet and then there’s nothing at all.