“Go back to bed, Greta,” Dacre rasps and my lower lip trembles.
“I w...will,” I stutter and start backing but to my surprise Dacre follows. He stalks me all the way, prowling while looking at me without blinking and he’s so much taller and so much wider than me. If he wanted he could pulverize me, just by putting his body on top of mine.
My cheeks heat because I shouldn’t be thinking about his body after what I just heard. But somehow it’s so hard to imagine Dacre as a coldblooded killer. My stepbrother’s a menace but he’s not abadman.
“Who were those men in your office?” I ask and a muscle ticks in Dacre’s jaw.
“Colleagues.”
“Some colleagues...,” I murmur and Dacre’s eyes harden but his voice is soft.
“Greta,...like you said you were sleepwalking.” His eyes leave my face and linger down my body. “You have no idea what you heard.” His jaw tenses. “Now go back to sleep, princess and leave your nightmares to me.”
Letting out a low gasps, I do as he asks and even in the safety of my own room, my heart still keeps on pounding.
Tonight I saw another side to Dacre and it’s unnerving. But to a girl who’s been overprotected her whole life it’s also a bit...stimulating.
CHAPTER FOUR
Dacre
It’s near dawn when my brother’s leave. It’s been a couple of hours since Greta went back to bed and her REM sleep should have kicked in by now. Turning the knob to her door, I watch the pale light from the hallway highlight her face.
She’s lying on her back, mouth half open and her thick ringlets are spread all over her large pillow. I’ve been in her room before. Sometimes I walk in here when she’s not at home. It’s my favorite room and it relaxes me to spend time in here.
Some people go to the art show, or the gallery or the gentleman’s club. I go to Greta’s room. To my sanctuary.
Even the air is different...fresher and it makes it easy to draw lungful’s of oxygen. Greta is that rich breeze in my life, the one thing that’s untouched and undamaged. My eyes roam around the room, my lips curving at what a little neat freak she is.
Greta’s the kind of girl that puts things back right where she found them. She likes order and harmony. Once she even told me her favorite word is synchronicity. But there’s more to Greta than manicured fingernails and shoes and bags that match.
Her heart is big, her eyes full of wonder. She’s innocent in a way I was never allowed to be. I joined the mob at the age of sixteen and had a rough life before that. I lived in the bad part of town but always yearned for the better one.
The better part where girls like Greta lived and I walk over to her bed, looming over her like a shadow but she doesn’t even flinch. I’m counting on her waking up and I’m willing to take the risk but judging from how deep she’s sleeping, I don’t think it’ll happen.
Letting out a low moan, she rolls over to her side and I take the opportunity to slide into bed with her. She’s got a quality bed and it barely creaks but I’m still tense, making sure the coast is clear and then I throw an arm over her and pull her to me.
I get a raging erection the moment her little ass cushions my crotch and I grit my teeth.Fuck. Squeezing my eyes, I curse over how agonizing this is. She’s too soothing. It takes a toll on me to be close to her like this and yet I’d rather slit my throat than leave.
My skin hungers for her.
It wants to be touched by her.
I’ll die without her.
Nuzzling her throat, I silently groan at how good she smells. If perfection had a face it would be Greta’s. I don’t see enough of that beautiful face. And I never get to touch her or hug her. She barely even smiles at me.
It’s a fucking shame because one smile from her and all my troubles drain.
Bad memories fade when Greta’s around.
I got shot in the ribs a couple of years ago and the pain is still intense here and there but never when I’m with Greta. All I can feel when I’m with her is the raging throbbing down my pants and the sped up beat of my heart.
Dipping my hand, I use it to slid Greta’s nightgown up to her hip and I can’t help but take a peak. Just as I thought. White underwear. Lacey. Seamless. And they hug her butt perfectly and it would be so easy to pull them aside and slide in between her cheeks.
Bury myself. Find some real peace in the generosity of her body. Hide in her pussy and feel myself become a part of her. It’s the closest to her I’ll ever come.
Exploding with extreme heat, I clench my jaw to not let out a moan but can’t stop myself from rocking into her. That little motion feels so fucking good and I hold her closer. There’s so much I want to do to her, so much I want to say.