Chapter 90 90
DIESEL POV
I didn’t release her hand the entire way up the stairs.
I’m angry and I know. I just can't believe that limping scumbag still has the energy to make any move concerning Daisy.
“Tyler better run till eternity because if I ever catch him near her, I’ll make sure the next bullet doesn’t stop at his leg.”
I decided not to tell Daisy about it, like I can’t just tell her any of that.
Telling Daisy about Tyler breaking into her home right now wasn’t nice. I didn’t want her to feel as if she’s not safe again. I wanted her mind at rest and let her breathe without fear.
So, telling her is a capital NO
I pushed the door to my quarters open and pulled her inside, shutting it firmly behind us. The lock clicked into place.
Daisy stood in the middle of the room, eyes on me, waiting. She could clearly read the mood on my face. I crossed my arms, trying to keep my expression controlled even though my jaw was tight enough to crack teeth.
“Is there a problem?” Daisy asked softly.
“Or do you want to tell me anything?” she asked again, her voice gentle but probing.
I kept my face hard, eyes locked on hers for a long second. My brows were drawn tight, jaw clenched, the muscle ticking visibly. I knew I looked pissed — the kind of look that usually made grown men back down. But Daisy didn’t flinch. She just stood there, small and steady, waiting for me to speak.
“Hawk and I took care of everything,” I said finally, forcing my voice to stay even. “It’s sorted.”
The words came out flat, but I could see it instantly in her eyes — she figured I was hiding something. Her head tilted just slightly, that sharp little spark of understanding flashing across her face.
Before I could change the topic and shut it down, Daisy’s voice cut in again.
“Should I be worried?” she asked.
Her face softened with quiet concern — brows slightly furrowed, eyes wide and searching, lips pressed together like she was trying not to push too hard but couldn’t stop herself either. That look hit me straight in the chest. It pulled at something deep inside me I didn’t even have a name for. She looked so small standing there, yet so damn brave for asking. It made my protective instincts roar louder than the anger.
I didn’t know when the space between us disappeared.
One moment I was across the room, the next my hand was sliding under her sweater to rest on the warm curve of her waist. I pulled her against me slowly but firmly, closing the distance until her body was pressed flush to mine. She had to tilt her head back to keep eye contact, looking up at me from her low height. Those big eyes locked onto mine, vulnerable but trusting, and I couldn’t look away. The air between us thickened, heavy with everything I wasn’t saying and everything I wanted to do to her.
“You don’t need to be worried,” I said, my voice dropping low and rough. My free hand came up to cup her cheek, thumb gently brushing across her soft skin. “All you just need to do is tell me anything you want to do… anything you need… anything you want…anything…everything…”
As I spoke, I felt her body reacting — a small shiver running through her, her breath catching, her chest pressing a little closer to mine. Her cheeks warmed under my palm. My cock twitched and rose slightly against her stomach, thickening at the feel of her so close, so responsive. I didn’t hide it. I wanted her to feel what she did to me.
Daisy blinked up at me, her lips parting slowly.
“Anything?” she whispered, almost like she was testing the word. “Anything I want…?”
Her voice was soft, hesitant at first, but then the words started tumbling out, slow and careful, like she was afraid I might take it back.
“I just need basic things… and to get a life again,” she said quietly, still looking up at me. “I need more dresses till I can get my stuff from home… I need to get a life… I mean, I need to work. I can’t just be sleeping here all day, doing nothing…”
She kept going, trying to explain her words better, her voice gaining a little strength even as it stayed gentle. “I need things that fit properly… maybe something simple to wear outside the room… and I need to feel useful again. I can’t just hide forever. I used to work, even if it was scraping by. I need purpose… something to do with my hands, my time…”
She continued talking, listing one things after another — dresses, shoes, a job, normalcy — but I was barely hearing the words anymore.
All I could focus on was the way her mouth moved when she spoke. The soft shape of her lips forming each syllable. The way her eyes flickered with quiet determination and lingering uncertainty. The memory of last night crashed over me — those same lips parted in a moan, gasping my name while my tongue was between her thighs, her body arching and trembling under me.
I was completely carried away.
Without realizing it, my hand had started caressing her back in slow, firm strokes under the sweater, fingers tracing the smooth line of her spine, then drifting lower to the dip of her waist. Up and down, possessive and soothing at the same time. I didn’t even notice I was doing it until her voice suddenly changed.
“Dies…el…”
Daisy’s soft “Dies…el…” came out half moaning, breathy and needy, and that single broken sound snapped the last thread of my control.
I didn’t think. I just acted.
My hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck, gripping tight as I leaned down and crushed my mouth to hers in a rough, hungry kiss. There was nothing gentle about it. I kissed her like a man possessed — deep, demanding, devouring. My tongue pushed past her lips, stroking hers with raw urgency, tasting every sweet inch of her mouth while I groaned low in my throat.
I couldn’t explain it, but I was going insane.
The taste of her, the little whimpers vibrating against my tongue, the way her body melted instantly into mine — it all hit me like gasoline on fire. My blood roared. My cock throbbed painfully against her stomach. I was losing my fucking mind and I didn’t care.
Without breaking the kiss, I rushed her backward until her back hit the wall with a soft thud. My body pinned her there, caging her completely with my much larger frame. One of my hands left her neck and grabbed both of her wrists, raising them high above her head and pinning them firmly to the wall with one strong grip.
Daisy gasped into my mouth, but she didn’t fight it. She kissed me back just as desperately, her tongue meeting mine stroke for stroke, her body arching against me like she needed this as badly as I did.
The kiss turned even hotter — wet, messy, frantic. I angled my head, sucking on her tongue, biting her lower lip, then soothing it with mine. I couldn’t get enough. Every little sound she made drove me extremely crazier. I was rock hard, grinding slowly against her, completely lost in the feel of her trapped between me and the wall.
Daisy started struggling until she managed to pull back just enough to break the kiss, breathing hard, lips swollen and glistening.
“It’s just morning…” she panted, voice shaky. “It’s still early……people might”
“Fuck that excuse, girl,” I growled against her mouth, voice thick and dark. Even I couldn’t understand the awakening in me — this raw, unstoppable hunger that had taken over completely.
My free hand moved down and cupped her breast through the sweater, squeezing possessively, thumb brushing over her already hard nipple. She arched into my touch with a soft whimper, and the sound only made me grip her wrists tighter against the wall.
I was gone.
Completely gone for this girl.