Page 9 of Seen By Larabe
Once I hung up, I was running through everything that needed to be done at my place before we got back there to make it ready for the lady of the house and then I remembered, I need to check on dinner for her.
I walked in and saw her halfway to her knees sobbing and gripping her throat and I almost died. My eyes began to track the house trying to find the perpetrator, but I saw nothing. All I could do was grab her and put her in my lap.
“Piccola, have you calmed now?” Her puffs of air from her mouth hit my neck as she nods her head. I lift her chin gently so I can look in her red swollen eyes. “Will you tell me now what has happened?” She looks down like she is ashamed or something and that pisses me off. There is nothing she can’t say to me. “Satine.”
“I-it doesn't matter. It feels silly now.” Oh no she is not going to brush me off.
“Nothing you could say to me is silly. Now tell me what is going on in that brilliant head of yours.”
“I thought you had left me, and I think my heart was breaking. I felt lost and alone and like I was suffocating. I know it sounds crazy since we…” I stop her mid-sentence with my mouth on hers. When she responds with a moan and begins trying to turn around so she can straddle me, I run my fingers through her hair and tilt her head the way I want.
“Fuck. I am trying to control myself,” I tell her, putting my forehead on hers to calm myself. Her mouth is still chasing mine when she whimpers and pulls back.
“Who said I need you to control yourself?” Holy shit! This girl is going to kill me.
“First of all Piccola, I need you to know I would never leave you. At least not the way you thought. I might have to go take care of business, but I will always be back, okay? That I don’t want you to worry about. Got it?” She looks at me and gives me a smile that both breaks my heart and starts making me a new man.
“Got it.” I Kiss the side of her head before telling her the rest.
“Second, I was on the phone with Quanico, your cousin.” I wait to see some sort of recognition, but I don't see any.
“I don’t know him. Have we ever met?”
“He says he saw you when you were a few months old but not since then.”
“Then why were you talking to him? What could he possibly have to do with me?”
“He is your blood, Piccola. In our line of work, blood and family is everything. Since I can't let you go back to your father, he is your guardian. More like your protector. All decisions about you have to go through him now.” She jerks back and leans out so she can look at me.
“How is that fair? I don’t even know him. Why should he get to decide anything? What if I want you to control my fate? Don’t I get a say?” The look of anguish at once again being told what to do is killing me but this is our way.
“I get it, but this is our way, Piccola. I am to bring you to him so he can meet you and check you over. At which time he will ask you if you want to go with me to my home as I have requested. So you see, you do get a say.” She bites her lip while her mind goes over the information. Finally she looks up at me, her lashes low and her cheeks flushed.
“Okay, fine. When do we have to leave?” Her voice is so fucking husky it is making dick hard, and my chest feel like lead.
“The day after tomorrow.” She smiles slyly and runs her hands up my chest, eliciting a grumble of lust and lack of control from me. When her hands wrap around my neck while she lifts herself up and comes flush against my chest and lips. My hands grip her hips, trying to steady her, keep her from moving because her warm pussy is right over my cock, and he is a rowdy son of a bitch.
Her tiny tongue sweeps ever so swiftly across my mouth before she whispers in my ear. “I will not make this difficult, but I want something in return.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. Her sexy ass voice is going to make me come in my pants and then I am going to say fuck it and take that damn cherry I promised to not touch.
“What’s that, baby?”
“I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to take me and make me a woman so no one can take me from you.” Holy Mary, save me. This is too much. I pull my head back looking deep into her eyes and at this moment I see no doubt and no hesitation. All I see is desire and honesty, which makes what I have to tell her even harder. But first, I need to see where her head is.
“Satine, you have been through an ordeal, Piccola. You have been abused and drugged. You have been made to believe you are not worthy of light, life and beautiful things. You are. You are worthy of all of that. The problem is, I will never be able to give to you.” She looks confused.
“What are you saying?” She thinks I am turning her down and I should, Lord knows I should. I should take this angel to her cousin, relinquish her to her family and walk away. But fuck me, I can’t do it unless she tells me to.
“What I am saying, Satine, is that I am a hard man, and the darkness is where I am most comfortable. Sure I can give you expensive shiny things, anything your heart desires, but a normal life, an angel like you deserves, I cannot.” I feel so much better letting out the truth because now, the ball is in her court.
“So what you are saying is I’m too good for you.” It is not a question.
“Yes.” She stands and puts her hands on her hips. I hold in a chuckle looking at her tiny self-get mad.
“Once upon a time, I suppose I did wish for all of that. I did dream of a prince charming in a white horse rescuing me. I dreamed of love and flowers and butterflies. But do you know what my captivity has taught me?”
“No. Tell me.” I want to hear every word out of her mouth. Each time she speaks, it is like angels singing in heaven.
“It taught me that all of that is nothing more than cartoons. That life doesn't exist. The real world is a combination of light and dark. There are evil people out there that do horrible things just because they can. I learned especially being here with you, going through withdrawal, waking up covered in sweat with nightmares, that there is darkness in me too, now.” Immediately, I shake my head disagreeing with her.