Page 36 of Stone (Claimed and Protected #3)

D aniella

Did Stone have any idea how long I’d waited to hear him say that? Could he know now many nights I’d thought about him doing so?

As he thrust his cock inside, every muscle in my body tingled. He wasn’t gentle. This was a man reclaiming his possession. I was excited and nervous, anxious and happy, yet there was still so much for us to talk about.

He didn’t seem to care, pulling out and plunging into me again. Every time I was around him, I was lightheaded. Tonight was no exception. It felt as if the last armor we’d had between us was shattered, leaving only the longing to build a life together. Was I dreaming? Was I crazy?

I pushed up from the desk, taking every hard thrust and jutting my hips to accept more. The fire between us was even more explosive, yet unsettling. I closed my eyes, wishing the moment could last forever.

When he slowed his rhythm, leaning over me and crushing his weight down, I turned my head.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you now, my beautiful baby?” He ground his hips back and forth. My pussy already ached, the hard-core throbbing beating in my ears. He nipped my earlobe, his hot breath creating tingles dancing all the way to my toes.

“What?” I managed, not caring in the least what he had in mind.

“I’m going to fuck you in your tight ass. Then every single inch of your luscious body will belong to me.”

Stiffening, a part of me wanted to tell him no, to push him aside, but I wanted nothing more than for him to claim all of me. Every single inch.

He pressed the tip against my asshole. As my heart thumped, I closed my eyes.

While the man was gruff, strong enough to break a man’s neck, he was also incredibly tender, sliding the tip an inch at a time. Still, I held my breath, fighting the nerves and uncertainty.

“God, baby. So tight.”

“Uh-huh.” I spread my legs open as I thought about how sinful it was to be fucked in his office while still wearing my thong. He thrust in another inch, hitting the tight ring. There was some discomfort, but every part of me wanted this.

I wanted him.

“You’re my filthy little moment of perfection,” he breathed. “I could fuck you all day long.”

“Then do it.” My murmur turned into a purr.

Panting, I pushed up from the desk once again, driving the remainder of his cock inside. The moment I was filled with the man, I issued a strangled moan.

Stone eased down, his hands on either side of me. My muscles throbbed, stretching to take all of him. He remained where he was, unmoving and allowing me to become used to his wide girth.

I was tingling all over, more than I’d been before and my pussy continued to throb as my core began to overheat. As we’d done so many times before, we moved together in a perfect synchronization, our bodies molding together as if one.

Remaining lightheaded, I clawed at the desk, taking shallow breaths as he fucked me. Maybe this was nothing more than symbolic, his need to possess every inch of me all he was thinking about. But in my mind, this was utter passion, our extreme need for each other overwhelming everything else.

As beads of sweat dripped down to my body, rolling to the side, I’d never felt so much satisfaction. We were together. We were in love. I felt the deep emotion throughout every muscle and deep within my bones.

His actions became more manic, the hard slapping sounds permeating my eardrums. I moved with him, jutting my hips backward with every brutal thrust. He wrapped his hands around mine, intertwining our fingers so we rocked long and hard.

I sensed the moment he was ready to erupt, his breathing hitching while his body tensed. With a smile on my face, I squeezed my muscles until he cried out.

“Fuuuuck. You are…” His intense growls permeated the room and I pushed against him, rolling onto my toes and shifting the angle. Every muscle in his body twitched as he filled me with his seed.

Moments later, he fell across me, our fingers still tightly clasped together.

His breathing was as labored as mine and when he nuzzled against the crook of my neck, I’d never felt so joyous.

This was everything I’d longed for, every fantasy fulfilled.

Nothing would tear us apart. Not some crazed Frenchman or my father, not time or space.

This was where we were meant to be.

In each other’s arms.

He took a deep breath, holding it for several seconds before blowing it out. As he shifted his hips back and forth, he laughed in his deep and husky voice.

“You are… Fuck, baby. You’re everything,” he whispered.

Everything.

There was so much emotion around the single word, so many unsaid thoughts that up until now I’d needed to hear. No longer. I could feel what he was thinking. I could sense what he needed. And I knew instinctively what our passion meant to him. To me. To our future.

He pulled away without uttering another word, merely raking the rough pads of his fingers under my dress and down my spine. When he padded to the door, I pressed up from the surface.

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry, baby. Wild horses couldn’t keep me away. Stay right there.” He tipped his head, giving me a playful yet stern look. “I mean it.”

A part of me wanted to disobey him just to see the lengths he’d go to, but I did as he asked. My muscles were Jell-O and I was still basking in the sweet moment. I pressed my face against the cool wood, marveling at how long the tingles remained tickling my body.

He returned only a couple of minutes later, his presence electrifying. When he pressed something warm and damp against my bottom, I tensed.

“Relax, baby. Just a washcloth. While I’d love covering every inch of your body with my cum, I thought I’d be a gentleman.”

“Mmm… Since when?”

“Oh, you are such a brat. Since now.” He wiped my pussy and every drop of cum from my legs, his actions tender and loving.

When he finally tossed the cloth aside, he gently gathered me into his arms, turning me around to face him. With his one hand cupped around the back of my neck, the other arm around my waist, I’d never felt so protected.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” His question was so heartfelt I was at a momentary loss for words.

“With you, I feel beautiful. But only with you.”

He shook his head and just watching the way his eyes glazed over brought so many thoughts to my mind, so many words I wanted to say.

And an admittance I couldn’t bring myself to tell.

Yet I was determined to try. It was now or never and the fear of losing him all over again was too great to bear. “Stone. I need to tell you something.”

He lowered his head, pressing his soft lips against my cheek, rolling them to my earlobe.

I shuddered as he tormented me once again, licking the shell of my ear before whispering, “You can tell me anything.”

A lump had formed in my throat, the old fear I’d had creeping in. I enjoyed the moment for a few seconds longer before pushing back from him. “There are so things that happened. I mean before. I mean… Twenty years ago.”

“I know, baby,” he said as he brushed hair from my face. “It’s no longer important.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I closed my eyes, hating myself for being such a coward. I’d played this out in my mind hundreds of times over the years. I’d held the secret all to myself for far too long. I couldn’t do it any longer. The pain was too intense.

“Okay. What’s going on?” He pushed me back by a few inches, lifting my chin with a single finger. “I already told you that you can trust me with anything.”

“I know I can trust you.” I fingered his shirt, more lightheaded than before. Even a wave of nausea had settled in. “It’s just that this might change everything.”

“Nothing is going to change the way I feel about you. Not a damn thing.”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay. Something happened,” I repeated, but before I could get out the words, we were interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing.

Groaning, he placed his finger against my lips. “One second. Maybe Kekoa found the bastard stalking us.”

He pulled away and I smoothed my sweaty palms down my dress.

I’d be damned if I didn’t hear my phone ringing.

I’d left the burner phone in the other room.

I knew instinctively it was my father. Maybe it was time for me to say all the things I’d held back on saying to him these long, miserable years.

I’d kept my mouth shut after I’d learned what had happened.

I’d allowed the asshole to rule me, my life, and the people I cared about.

I’d allowed him to drive me away and had hidden like some misbegotten child.

Well, no longer. I was a strong woman and I knew what I wanted. I refused to allow the bastard to control me any longer.

“Kekoa. What did you find?” Stone’s voice had returned to the gruff sound I’d heard before. Even his muscles were tensed from anger and the need to crush whatever opponent had been stupid enough to try to defile everything we’d rediscovered.

And my life.

I rushed from the room, finding my purse on the floor where I’d tossed it. As expected, my father was calling. Without hesitating like before, I answered it.

“Dad. I’m going to tell you this one last time.

Stay out of my fucking life. Thank you for arranging to save me, but you’re a cruel man forcing Stone to be the one to do so.

What were you trying to do, grind salt into a wound that has never healed?

Do you hate me that much that you couldn’t see what you were doing to your own flesh and blood?

Are you just a sadistic freak who enjoys inflicting pain on others? ”

I took a deep breath, prepared to launch into him again.

He was silent, his breathing the only way I knew he was still on the phone. “I’m not calling to manipulate you, Dani. I need to tell you something before you find out.”

“What the hell could you possibly tell me? What? You’ve already tried to ruin my life more than once.

You drove away the man I loved for what reason?

Because you had a beef with Stone’s father?

I know you two were close. I understand something terrible happened between the two of you that you’re trying to cover up.

” I was shaking, yet I’d never felt so much peace in my life.

These were the words I should have said to my father a long time before.

“Dani. Listen to me. You need to listen. Okay?”

“I’m through with listening to you, Dad. I’m finished with playing your goddamn games. And I’m not certain I can continue being your daughter other than in name only.”

“What happened twenty years ago was a lie!” he shouted into the phone, shocking the hell out of me.

“Which part? That I shouldn’t love Stone or that you hated him? Or that you tried to bribe him with one million dollars to leave me alone? What? What the fuck could you possibly tell me that would matter in the least?”

I was exasperated, surprised when Stone stormed into the room heading for the front door. As he snatched his weapon into his hands, I knew we were about to face a crisis.

“Too late, Dad. I need to go.” Before I had a chance to end the call, my father shouted once again.

“It’s about the baby!”

I was driven into a fog as Stone threw open the door, immediately grabbing someone around the throat and dragging him in.

Kekoa and Akoni were behind the stranger, standing in the doorway like big security guards.

The phone slipped from my hand even as my father continued talking. But I heard his words. I knew what he was admitting.

And as Stone shoved the barrel of the weapon under the young man’s chin, I knew exactly who’d been watching us from the shadows.

“Who the fuck are you?” Stone demanded.

The young man with the whiskey-colored hair and luminous sea-green eyes shifted his gaze from Stone to me and back to the man I loved once again before he spoke.

When he did, my entire world was shattered.

“I’m your son.”