Harmon - Chosen. Seen. Needed
She was quiet for some time, thinking my offer through. I waited with bated breath, forcing down the desire to flee as my thoughts got the better of me once more.
JR. Marino. Now Copycat. Still no word from Jack. Liam and his team were looking, but Copycat was a crafty bastard. I needed Jack to find Sy. It was a small mercy more corpses hadn't shown up since I dealt with the last one.
My body wouldn't stop placing itself between her thighs. The usual deterrents weren't enough. She was weakness. She wanted things I couldn't give her. Will's sister. I was going to destroy her. Her naked body beneath mine meant I just didn't give two fucks anymore.
I couldn't cope with the shitshow that was my life without being near Olivia. My ass was glued to a chair for the last three days, just watching the feed from the security cameras in my suite. I wasn't the only one being torn apart by our separation. She was so damn distraught without me in that fucking suite that she cried herself to sleep three nights in a row. On day four, I just couldn't take it anymore.
Why the fuck couldn't I hold her at night and wake up to her in my arms?
Just for a little while.
Not forever.
Just to keep her safe.
"Okay," she finally said. "But daddy better put out tonight," she said, eyes sparkling with mirth and excitement like me asking to keep imprisoning her was normal.
"Aren't you angry? I locked you up. I left you alone. I spied on you like some creepy stalker. I'm the reason you can't fucking go shopping. I have so many secrets," I said, unable to stop the words from tumbling out of my mouth. "How can you still want to fuck me?"
Just fucking great. Push her away. That was going to get your dick into her cunt.
I couldn't help it though. Curiosity got the better of me. I desperately needed her to tell me she didn't hate me because I fucking did. I hated me and what I was doing to her.
She's never leaving me. She's never leaving me. She's never leaving me.
I hated myself for letting us get closer. For wanting to give her the perfect date despite her prison cell. I hated needing her. I hated me for her. But most of all, I hated that I was a fucking liar. Deep down, I loved it all.
I was overjoyed. She wanted me. Against all odds, what was between us was standing the test of time. My fucking head was in the clouds. I was floating on air. I needed a fucking reality check.
"Lock me up as long as it's with you. Watch me all you want, as long as you want. Just make sure it's up close this time so we can put your hard on to better use," she said, sincere, trusting eyes looking up at me once more.
No provocative, flirty voice. She meant the words. She wanted this and so did I. Tired of pretending I didn't, I cupped her neck and guided her face towards mine.
"You're fucking batshit crazy," I said with a grin.
"You're about to make my dream come true. For that, I'll give you anything," she said, entangling her fingers into my hair.
"What dream is that?" I asked, my heart bursting with pride at the notion of fulfilling her dreams.
Too far gone. I was a complete idiot for her. In that moment, if she asked to walk out that door again, I would have let her.
My special girl, with you I feel chosen. Seen. Needed. Greedy. Forgive me. I'm thinking with my dick. That's all it was. All it had to be.
"Being loved. Treasured. Cherished. That's why I chose you on my eighteenth birthday, daddy. That's why I've always wanted you. Why I still want you," she said, opening herself up to me one more time. "My dream is date night with Harmon Chancellor," she said nonchalantly, captivating me, stealing things I didn't know were still part of me for herself.
"Had you said that when you were eighteen instead of fuck my virginity away, I would have made it come true long ago," I said, swallowing nervously.
My throat was dry as it hit me like a ton of bricks. It wasn't a line. It was the truth. Had she asked me out, I wouldn't have said no. Clearly I didn't know how to.
"Better late than never. No contracts. No strings. No promises. Just date night. Will you go out with me, Harmon Chancellor?" she asked, looking far too vulnerable for someone who already had tonight in the bag.
"I'd be honored. I am one hundred percent making love to you afterwards though. No take backs. I'm horny as fuck," I said, wiping away a stray tear as it ran down her cheek while she giggled.
Was she as enamored with the memory we were making as I was? No take backs indeed.
"No take backs," she surrendered readily, our lips colluding as we met each other halfway, mutual need taking over once more.