“All her stuff was stolen during the attack. We haven’t been able to locate any of it. As soon as I do, I will get it to her, or I will buy her all new.” I pledge this to her because it still bothers me that someone not only tried to kill her but wipe her from existence.
“You don’t have to. You’ve already done so much.” McKenna fingers the green-and-white dress. It reminds me of the dress she wore to our dinner, and I couldn’t turn it down when the personal shopper sent me a picture of it. She is in soft leather sandals, but I carried her to the car and will carry her into the house.
The driver pulls up to the house. She looks out the window and her face starts to fall. “I can’t stay here.”
“Why not?”
“It’s too much.” She starts to fidget, and I pull her hand up to my lips. This is why I love her; she is perfect. She doesn’t want or need my money. She’d be happy if I were one of the vineyard laborers.
“It’s mine, so that makes it yours too.” I brush my lips across her knuckles, and she blushes. I can’t wait to get her in my space. No matter what she decides, and even if I never get in her body, but I will, she will never be leaving here.
ChapterSeven
McKenna
I’ve been here at his place for a couple of weeks. He’s taken care of me, never leaving my side. Sleeping beside me every night, just holding me. I’m tired of him being a gentleman. I want the man who talked dirty to me. I want so much more, but I don’t know what it is.
Tonight I’m going to get it. I don’t care if I still haven’t agreed to marry him. I want him. I know the before me would have wanted him too and not cared. I still haven’t recovered all my memories.
Kara is staying with us, and every day she pushes me to go with her to the Caribbean, where we were supposed to go before my attack. I don’t remember making the agreement, but I probably did to work. According to her, I was working hard to save money so I could go to university.
I’m getting tired of coming up with excuses as to why I can’t go with her. We have to check in for our jobs next week. She’s going to leave me, and I’m still not sure who is after me and if they will follow us, or if it somehow has something to do with Dante and his family.
Dante’s father hasn’t come around, but I do know he calls and checks in with Dante regularly. His men and even the man Dante hired haven’t told me more about my past. I’ve figured out I don’t know how to read very well, so Dante has said he’d hire a tutor to help me. It makes me wonder though why I told Kara I wanted to go to university if I can barely read.
I’m sitting in the garden sketching flowers and a bird that is in the tree singing to me. I love it here and find the most peace when I’m sitting out here.
“Bambola,are you ready to head inside to get ready for dinner?” Dante’s deep voice breaks me from my drawing and thinking. I look down at my sketch pad. Instead of the bird, it’s an image of Dante. His eyes so intense as he looks back at me. “I love it.”
“Thank you.” I smile up at him, my voice has a slight quiver to it. He’s dressed in a pair of slacks and a button-down shirt. I haven’t seen his gun since that day in my hospital room, but I know he’s still carrying it.
I look over as I catch movement and see one of the many guards walking the perimeter. It’s been like this since the day I arrived. I’m never without Dante and there are always guards around us.
“Come on.” He reaches down and lifts me up. I can walk. My hand is still in the cast and my ribs are healing, along with my jaw. It’s the internal injuries that keep me up at night. The ones that can’t be seen with the naked eye. Nightmares plague me at night, and I wake screaming. I see the men who attacked me. But there are two shadowy figures I can’t see, and I know they are important.
Dante sets me down on the edge of our bed in the large master suite.
“Do you want to take a shower before dinner?” he asks.
I hear something in his voice and look up at him. His warm chocolaty eyes are dark and move over my body. He closes them and turns away from me. I can’t take it anymore. My body is vibrating with need.
“Dante, I’m not dirty enough for a shower. Can you help me with that?” I don’t know where the words come from, but they slip out. I’m not waiting any longer. If we made love before, why isn’t he doing it now?
“McKenna, you can’t tempt a man like that. I’ve slept next to you every night for two weeks hearing you moan in your sleep. I’m barely hanging on.”
“I want it. I don’t want you to wait anymore. If I’m going to marry you, shouldn’t we see if we are compatible this way too? Didn’t we make love before?”
“We were together for a very short time before.” He immediately turns back around.
I pull my maxi dress up, exposing my legs. I stand up and lift the dress over my head. I’m thin and still bruised, but I know I’m desirable. He said he wanted me. I stand there completely naked except for my knickers.
He moves across the room like a lion stalking his prey. He stands over me, all six foot five inches of him. His large body dwarfs mine and I love every minute of it. I want to feel possessed and consumed by him. I want to feel him against me like that day in the hospital.
Slowly, as if he’s afraid of scaring me, he reaches up and wraps his large hand around my neck. My body trembles. Not in fear but need. My knickers dampen with desire. This is what I’ve craved from him. He squeezes and I moan; everything in my body responds to him. My nipples are so hard they hurt. With his other hand, he plucks at one of them and I feel something tightening in my body.
“Please, Dante. I need you,” I beg him. He squeezes tighter and I can’t speak. He pushes me back and I fall to the bed. My body sprawled out.
“I can’t wait. I’ll give you more later, but I need to feel you around my cock.” He yanks my knickers down my legs and tosses them on the floor. I take in his large tan body as he strips. There is a trail of fine hair heading to his large cock that is jutting out toward me. It’s so big, I’m not sure I can wrap my hand completely around it.