CHAPTER22
FLYNN
Iam so angry. Iris Young just confirmed what I have always known. I wasn’t loved and never wanted. The only person who did was told I had died. They will wish I had. Wesley Vasquez used me to prolong his own miserable life. Used his own son as a bargaining chip to ensure the protection of the biggest bastard I have ever heard of. He tortured me on repeat for fun, knowing I was the product of his sick and twisted mind and death will be too good for him when I get my revenge.
As we walk to the elevator, so many thoughts are twisting my emotions into a dark picture of revenge. So much is swirling around me like a dark cloak of destruction. I am going to make them all pay, and it won’t be pretty. Their sins will catch up with them and I thank God I never killed Wesley before this day because his death will be a long, slow, and painful one.
I am known as the mad one. The one with chaos as his middle name. Maybe now it’s time to let the madness take over and discover what I’m capable of.
Louisa is silent as she regards me with concern and somehow through all the darkness, the savage madness that this day has delivered is the one thing that has me clinging to sanity. Her. The woman who is my light in the darkness. She brings me home and makes everything better and I am already a better person with her in my life. Now I just need to let her know that.
The silence hovers between us in the elevator and I can tell she’s nervous. There’s a flush to her cheeks and an excitement in her eyes that tells me I need to make this count. I know she’s a virgin. It’s obvious by the slightly nervous look in her eyes and the embarrassment on her face. She’s scared of something she knows nothing about and it’s my job to chase away those self-doubts and make this an experience she will always treasure.
As the elevator arrives at our destination, we walk into the penthouse and she says nervously, “Um, shall I order up lunch?”
I can tell she’s doing everything possible to delay the inevitable because I’m guessing she’s nervous and despite the hell I have fallen into, there is only one thing on my mind. Loving her.
“Louisa.”
My husky whisper makes her stop and look up nervously. “Yes, Flynn?”
“Come here.”
The pink tinge to her cheeks makes me smile as she shuffles nervously toward me. As she stands before me, a quivering mass of doubts, I reach out and trace a soft path down her face and whisper, “Close your eyes.”
She does as I ask and as I brush my lips to hers, I whisper, “What can you see?”
“I don’t understand.” Her voice is breathless, needy even and I laugh softly, “What do you see standing behind your eyes?”
She doesn’t falter. “You.”
“What do you want?”
“You.” She doesn’t hesitate and I gently stroke her face, loving how she shivers.
“You do know it will change everything.”
“How?”
Her eyes flicker and I say firmly, “Keep them closed.”
Then I briefly brush my lips against hers and whisper, “Because once I claim your innocence, you will always be mine. I won’t let you go. Now, what do you see standing behind your eyes?”
Gently, I kiss her neck and her voice trembles. “You, Flynn, only you.”
“And what are you thinking right now?”
“That I…” she falters, and I bite down gently on her neck, making her groan. “I want you to get rid of my fucking virginity, Flynn, and show me how good it can be.”
Laughing softly against her neck, I say in a husky voice, “And you understand the consequences. That you will be mine and I will own you.”
Her eyelids flicker and I say firmly, “Keep them closed.”
I love her sass as she says, “Like fuck will you own me.” Laughing to myself, I growl, “That’s where you’re wrong, baby. Once I take you, I will crawl so deep inside I will leave with your heart. I will blow your mind from the inside and take no prisoners. You will belong to me in every way, and you will never want it any different. You see, Louisa, this is it for me. I have met the woman I want more than anything and you think owning someone is a bad thing, it’s not. I forgot to mention that by agreeing to this, you already own my heart and only one other person in my miserable life has that honor.”
Her eyes flick open, and I hate the hurt in them as she whispers, “Who was she?”
The pain returns and I say roughly, “My nanny.”
Her eyes soften and she says in her lilting, gentle voice, “What happened to her?”
Shaking my head, I place my finger on her lips and smile. “That’s a story for another day. Not now. Not in this moment. This isourmoment, Louisa. This is the one when we become lovers, and nothing else matters than that.”
“Lovers.” Her eyes widen and I nod firmly. “If you agree, that is.”
Her breathing is erratic, and her eyes shine with desire, and I have never seen a more beautiful sight. In fact, I just stare at a goddess in all her natural beauty and watch her chest heave and her pupils dilate as she says huskily, “I want you, Flynn. I want it to be you and you already own me.”
Stepping forward, I can wait no more and as I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom, I feel a peace I never expected.