Where She Belongs (The Forever Collection Book 1)

by Dani Wyatt

  When he gasps for air, my hands take hold of his shoulders. I pull him down, doubling over, as my knee comes up and connects with his nose. A guttural, clenching scream erupts from him, his white dress shirt now tie-dyed with his own blood, and he crumples to my feet with a pathetic whine.

  I’m turned around and on her in a flash, my hands cupping her cheeks, scanning for marks or any sign she’s hurt.

  “Are you okay? What the fuck are you doing out here?” I’m furious and as happy as I’ve ever been.

  She looks like a doll, frozen, those silver-grey eyes looking to me for safety. And I intend to give her that and more.

  There is a low groan from behind as Victor shifts and flops over onto his back. Blood is covering half his newly arranged face, but he’ll live.

  As long as he never comes near her again.

  “Come on, May. He’s done.”

  I curve my arm over her shoulders, pulling her into me, and I know this is right where she belongs. She fits so well, feels so perfect in that spot, and I don’t ever want her apart from me.

  “I was just trying to get to you.” She’s shaking under my hand and I want to kill someone. Only if I did that then I would be taken away from her, and that’s never going to happen. “They moved up the wedding. I’ve already signed the license. I’m getting married tomorrow. I just wanted to say goodbye. Kiss you one more time.”

  “You’re not getting married tomorrow. Not to him.”

  She looks up at me with a look of such distressed resignation, I feel a deep grief. Seeing her like this, feeling her fear and knowing she was willing to marry him sends my blood to its boiling point.

  I’ve never come close to losing my heart; I guess it was all the years of watching my parents. My mom suffered so much in the name of love, there must have just been a part of me that wasn’t willing to go there. But what I saw growing up, suddenly feels washed away. A distant, vague memory. Because May has shown me a new world—one that’s inside of me and exists only for herwhere the relationship my parents had could never happen.

  There’s no more fiancé, no more wedding. All that shit ended when I crumpled Victor to the ground. She’s mine. Now I just need to show her what that means.

  Decker

  It’s crazy.

  And I don’t care.

  I swallow hard, settling her into the backseat of the limo back at the club. Allister and four of my best security staff are nodding as I give the orders.

  “Call in every fucking favor you need to. Find her sister and bring her back. That’s it.”

  Allister nods, the moonlight glinting off his bald head.

  “Don’t worry, boss. We’ve got plenty of leverage. I’ve got calls out already, it’s just a matter of time. I’ll call you as soon as I know something.”

  With that, I’m beside her again, pulling her into my lap and sinking my face into her neck. My arms curl around her, feeling every inch of her softness against every inch of my hardness.

  The whole way back to my place, she chatters on. More than I want to keep my heart pumping, I want to open her legs up and make her scream my name until her voice is raw, but not here. Not right now.

  “They won’t hurt her. Or me. They just want the money.” She’s letting it out and I want to hear it all. Every thought, every feeling, from now on, they are mine to care for. Mine to take from her. She doesn’t need to know that Victor would most certainly hurt her and had planned to do just that. “The trust says I need to be married and pregnant, then the estate passes to my husband. That’s the plan. Victor needed to marry me and—” Her voice trails off and I pull her in tighter.

  My head is spinning. I’ve thought about sinking my seed into her from the first moment I’d looked at her, but now, I need to make something clear.

  “I’ll never take your money. I plan on us being together, May, but I don’t give a shit what the will says, if your money passes to me, it’s passing right back to you because I’ll never touch a dime.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “What I said. I don’t want your money. You’ll have my babies and you’ll be my wife, but nothing more. I’ll take care of you, not the other way around.”

  “So, don’t men usually ask a woman to marry them?”

  “I don’t know what men usually do. And I don’t give a fuck. I don’t ask for what’s mine. You will need to get used to that, Pink.”

  I give her a moment to swallow that pill and she’s silent against my chest.

  “I never cared about the money either. Leah and I just wanted to keep our home. It’s the home where we grew up. Money never made me happy; people make me happy. My mom and dad. Leah.” She looks up and her eyelashes flutter and I see a clear glaze cover her eyes. “And you. I know it’s stupid, but you make me happy. You feel like family. How is that possible?”

  “I don’t know, babe, but I feel the same way.”

  It doesn’t take long for the limo to reach my house, and in an instant I’ve got her up the stairs, laying her out on my bed.

  “You’re mine, Pink. And I’m going to claim you so the world knows it. You know what that means, don’t you?”

  I set my lips on her neck, bracing my body over her, barely able to bend over from the pain in my uprising dick. He’s ready to breach and breed, and I’m right there with him.

  My aching cock jerks with that thought. I’ve never felt this need, this painful desire to own someone, but I do now and I’m afraid for her. Afraid that she doesn’t know what’s to come. That’s why I need her to answer.

  “I think so.” Her breath is warm as she turns her face toward me.

  “It means I’m going to be inside you, May. I’m going to give you all of me and you’re going to give me all of you.”

  As if I’m not already in enough pain from the erection from hell, she brings her heels up onto the bed, opens her legs and pushes her hips up to press her heat against me. I guess that’s my answer.

  I swallow hard. This is not going to be easy. I’m going to hurt her, and that thought should make me remorseful, but I’m not. It makes me ravenous, hell bent on rutting into her until her belly is full of me.

  “Is it weird that I’m so excited? I’m not nervous and I feel like I should be.” She blinks and the lust in her voice, the eagerness, is in stark contrast to her innocent wonder about what’s about to happen. “And I certainly wouldn’t mind more of what happened back in your office. Orgasms are like, wow.”

  This girl, Jesus. It will be a miracle if I don’t cum in my pants listening to her.

  “Yes. If I have my way, you will have more orgasms that you can handle, babe.”

  I nip at her neck, and her yelp only makes me want to hear more of her painful, sexual sounds.

  “Good. I want lots.” She closes her eyes for a moment and her chest rises and falls with a deep cleansing breath.

  I’m on her sweet lips in my next heartbeat. I sweep my tongue into her mouth, my thoughts as unclean as any convicted felon, and I just hope I don’t hurt her too much.

  Our kiss turns hard. Her hands come up and pull at the sides of my head, holding me to her lips as her tongue explores my mouth. My mind is enveloped in the thoughts of what that tongue will feel like on my balls, my cock. And the look in her eyes the first time she tastes my cum.

  I moan, so loud she breaks from our kiss and lets out a seductive giggle. I think my noises are going to be louder than hers. I’m a bitch for her and that is perfectly fine with me.

  “Are you okay?” She giggles and grinds her panties against my hips.

  “I’m very fucking far from okay. I’m the best I’ve ever been. And I plan on being this way for the rest of my life.”

  She twists those cotton candy lips to the side, the twinkle in her eye more beautiful, more mesmerizing, than any star that ever was or ever will be.

  “You’ve done this a lot.” Her lips lose that little upturn in the corners and my heart catches. There’s doubt in her eyes. “Right? I mean
, I barely know anything. Just what Leah told me, and she doesn’t know much. You were my first kiss. And you have all those girls around you every day, what if I don’t do it right? What if I’m not good and you are like an expert. I’ll feel stupid.”

  I nuzzle into her neck, barely able to form words. This is going to be a first for us both, and I can’t imagine how it could be more perfect.

  “No, Pink. That’s not how it is.” I gulp some air, standing up to look down at her wide eyes, and I want her to know, even though a part of me wonders if she’ll think me less of a man for being a virgin at my age. “You’re going to be my first too. I’ve waited my whole life for you. I didn’t think you’d ever come. But now, now that you’re here, I’ve saved up everything for you. For us. For our forever.”

  A smile creases her lips. I can barely wait any longer.

  “I like that. I like that you’ve never done it before.” Her matter-of-fact reply only sends me further into the abyss.

  “I’m going to make you feel so good, May. I’m going to give you everything you want and more. So much more, you will never imagine anyone else. You’ll crave me like a drug and I’ll give you as much of me as you will ever need.”

  I strip off my shirt. The next time we touch, I want to feel her against me.

  “Wow.” Her mouth hangs open as she stares at me. “What are all those scars from?” Her voice falters and I’m afraid I’ve scared her.

  “Another time. I’ll tell you about each one, but another time, babe. Don’t worry, we have forever and we will know everything there is to know about each other soon enough.” My hands move to rest on her knees. She’s wearing these crazy red tights, and I need her naked. And I need her to do it for me. “Unbutton your blouse. I need you to give yourself to me. Willingly. Show me who you are, May.”

  She takes a little breath but her hands move to the top button. I love that she buttons it all the way up. To the rest of the world, she’s just sweet, prim and proper. I don’t want any of them to think anything else. Everything else is just for me.

  “That’s it. Good girl.” The words drip from my lips. I’d never considered saying that before, but right now it’s perfect. And the way her eyes sparkle when I say it, it only solidifies what I already know. We were meant for each other.

  She slowly unfastens each button, deliberately, her eyes on mine as I devour each moment. I want to memorize this and play it back in my mind a million times. This will be the first day for the rest of our lives together.

  “Jesus, May, you are beautiful.”

  Her fingertips hitch around the fabric, drawing it open slowly, and she gives me what I’d only dreamed of when she unclasps the front of her bra. But just as her stunning beauty washes over me I see the jagged, silver scar that reaches around from her rib cage, up under her left breast. The breast I didn’t free from her bra the other night. Her words come back to me, I need to tell you something.

  “That’s what I wanted to tell you. It’s so ugly. I didn’t want you to see it.” Her voice shakes and my mouth is on the scar in a flash, licking and kissing it, caressing her with my mouth because in some bizarre way it only makes me more ravenous for her, makes her more beautiful in my eyes.

  There is a perfection within the imperfection. She is perfect simply because she is.

  “Don’t ever use that word about yourself again. Ever.”

  I’m actually angry right now, but not at her. I’m angry at whomever made her feel like that. I lift my face, narrowing my eyes. I don’t want anyone hurting or berating her. Harming her in any fucking way.

  “This—” My fingertips trace the textured skin, while the skin around it slowly rises in goosebumps. “—just makes you more precious to me. More beautiful. And I want to know how you got it, but that will wait. Right now, you need to know that every part of you, everything you see as a flaw, I see as perfection. And don’t ever, ever insult yourself again. Do you understand?” I growl, my lips coming down to nuzzle her neck. Reaching for her hands, I pull them up and over her head, stretching her body below me.

  She nods, her breathing shallow as I nip and bite her neck, leaving my marks there because I need the world to know she is off-fucking-limits.

  My hands rush to free her from the blouse and bra. Her skirt is next and within a minute her ample curves are on full display for me, showing me every part that I intend to eat. Just like that pastry she’d created just for me.

  Her hands are shaking. She’s fighting the urge to cover herself.

  “You will never keep yourself from me, you understand? I want you to tell me, tell me you’ll never keep me from what’s mine.”

  She shakes her head, a quiver of a reluctant smile on her lips, then her tongue comes out and she teases me with a slow lick around. How does this little, innocent vixen know to do that shit? I have to fight the urge to cum, pushing it down deep yet again. When I finally let it go inside her, I may just blow her off the damn bed.

  I run my hands from her knees, down to slip off her black, patent leather loafers, then back up. I slip my fingers under the waistband of her skirt and tug.

  She giggles and kicks her feet up as I struggle to pull and stretch the red tights off her toes.

  Her knees draw together, instinctively covering herself, and something inside me breaks.

  “What did I just say, babe? You are not keeping that cunt from me. Ever. Spread your legs, show me what’s mine. Show me what no other man will ever see.”

  Her curves stretch out before me like an offering on the altar. Her thick thighs spread, and I see the glistening cream already decorating her bare outer lips. I want to fuck her into dust.

  She didn’t have any panties on under those red tights. I’m growling in my chest, the lusty aroma of the juice coming from her is overpowering.

  I drop my pants, shake off my boots, and when it’s just me and my skin, I see wonder in her eyes, then fear.

  “It’s so—” She gulps, her eyes like full moons staring at my fat cock, already soaking with drops of cum. The last word is caught in her throat so I finish for her.

  “Big.”

  “How is that ever going to fit inside me?” Her eyes dance from my face, back down to my lurching cock.

  “Look at me, May.” I wait until not only her eyes are on me, but I can feel her heart is with me as well. “I’m going to give you special kisses first. Then, after you’ve fucked my tongue all you want, I’m going to slip inside you. I’ll try to go slow, but I can’t promise anything. I want in there deep, and you’re going to take me and my cum today, aren’t you?”

  Something inside me requires that she give herself willingly to me. I need to know she needs me as much as I need her.

  She nods, slowly but deliberately.

  “You ready?” I raise my eyebrows, setting my hands on her knees, slowly guiding them apart, peeling back her pink folds until she is splayed and offering herself in front of me. She needs to come willingly because I want to do things to her that most men would never reveal. I should feel guilty, but I don’t.

  “Yes.” She nods, her mouth open and her hands stretching high.

  I rain down on her with kisses and my tongue jams into her virgin cunt, testing her tightness. My mind flashes red when I feel her resistance. Her opening is virgin tight and the thoughts of breaching her are almost more than I can stand.

  I lick and soak her; I want her relaxed and gasping for me when it’s time. I spread her lips with my fingers. I want to see and know every part of her. The petals of her inner lips, a hint of a deeper shade of pink. Her opening, softer under my tongue, the skin slick and nearly sucking me inside.

  “Oh, God—” Her hips work forward, taking what she wants.

  “That’s it, sweet girl. Fuck my face. I want you to take what’s yours, don’t ever deny yourself. You cum for me. I want you to drench me, I’m thirsty for you.”

  With that I dip a finger just inside her, my lips rounding her clit and my tongue spinning over and arou
nd. I’m toying with the little nub, drawing it out from behind the curtain, until it is full and swollen between my lips.

  Her cream flows over my hand, and I’m slurping, licking and swallowing the flavor which will forever be seared into my mind. As she wiggles her hips under my face, curling her toes with sheer delight, I wrap my arm around the top of her thigh and pull up on her mons, two fingers opening the skin around her clit. I want it all.

  I lock my mouth over her, sucking hard, and my tongue flicks and presses down. I want all of her in my mouth. I’ve found my home and I never want to leave.

  Her body tightens under me, her hips ride my face and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt. Giving this to her, knowing she wants it just like I do. Knowing I’m the only mouth that will ever be here, ever to experience this.

  I hum into her as her back bows, her voice cracks, I hear my name on her lips with her orgasm. She gushes into my mouth, her cum spreading over my tongue as her hips flounce and spasm. I hold her tight, biting down on her clit until her thighs lock on my cheeks and her hands fly down to tear at the sides of my head.

  It’s all I can take. I suck her juice until her orgasm softens, then I climb between her legs and rub my cock head in her flow.

  Her heat and the silky liquid coat me. My mind starts to spin. I want her in a way that hurts, inside every part of my being. If I were to die right now, I still couldn’t stop myself from fucking her. It’s more than destiny. It’s like fucking being born again. Once you are there, you don’t remember what came before. None of that matters.

  “You like that? You like those special kisses?” My cock is about to commit suicide. If he doesn’t get that snatch around him he’ll burst. It’s all I can do to hold back, but it’s going to hurt her and I hate that.

  I give myself a few strokes, spreading her slick arousal up and down my shaft. I’m so hard the skin won’t even move. I’m as thick and full as my body can take, and I wonder how her tiny opening will survive.

  She’s watching me. “How do you know how to do all that? You’ve never done it before, but it sure feels like you’re some sort of professional.”