Chapter 55
With no other choice, Derrick walks out of the mansion with grit to set her free.
Only then did he stop kissing her. Smiles stare at those beautiful sets of gray eyes trying to figure out what it's trying to convey. If only she could have access to his heart, to know what it wants, she would be the happiest person on earth.
The sadness and conflict in his eyes were inevitable, and staring at him made her want to take it away, his burdens, all of it. The sight of him looking all lost and defeated was a thorn to her already bleeding heart making it bleed the more. The desire to take away the pain was an undeniable one, that kept on turning her heart into a million pieces.
She leaned down and captured his lips. It was the first time she initiated a kiss.
He didn't stop her, instead, he pulled her even closer, taking more of her sweet lips like there was no tomorrow.
He slid his hands under her t-shirt, she didn't have a bra on and that only gave him access to her breast with hard nipples. Even though they did it all night, he just wasn't satisfied and wanted more.
Maybe he will never be satisfied with her sweetness, he's already addicted to it and isn't willing to let go or move on.
They were in the open, in the living room but none was willing to stop.
It was his house, he owned everything in it and he decided where and when to do his things.
No one will dare to walk in on him after getting the sound of her moans and pleas, vibrating in the room.
She was now shirtless, on top of him as he sucked and massaged her breast. There was nothing he needed now than having her, right here and now.
It took him lots of self-control to still be in his clothes, only God knows how he longs to bury himself deep insight of her, feeling the sweetness and heavenly sensation her tight walls always give him.
They were now completely naked, exposing their sins to each other as their dresses could be seen on the floor from different angles.
Positioning himself in between her thighs, he entered her in one goal, groaning loudly. She feels so... words can't describe what she feels like, it was so good to be true.
She wraps her legs around him, pulling him even closer.
Her body was sore from their last night's activities but for him, she was ready and willing to feel more, till she couldn't take it anymore.
He moves in and out of her, calling out her name in pure bliss.
If keeping her by his side will make him have more of this, then he is willing and ready to do anything and everything. He doesn't want to let go, not now or ever. *At the Wright's Mansion*
Derrick stumps into his father's studying room, furious.
Mr Wright was stunned to see him again after a long time but the look on his face made him frown.
For the first time since he left, he willingly came back to him. He wonders what's going on.
Even though he's wished for him to come back, not this way... not with the look.
"What is wrong?" he asked with concern. Derrick walks to the brown sofa taking a seat. He was just too angry and tired to say anything.... maybe for now.
"you can talk to me, son... you know it" he's always loved him and still does. Even though Derrick left home and never came back, he understood why and just let him be. It was his fault he lost his mother and sister, it was his lack of trust that made his life and even that of everyone unbearable.
He was just too in love and at the same time insecure then, knowing someone was looking for any means to take his wife away from him. How could he have known it was all a plot? How could he have known he was the one she truly loved and had chosen to be his in all conditions?
How was he to know the person she slept with that night was him and not Austin?
Because of his fears and insecurities, he led her to her grave and made his little girl who he's still not able to find suffer for his wrong decisions.
"I've found her," Derrick said in a soft tone, almost like he would burst into tears in the next second.
He wasn't sure if he heard him right... that he'd found her? His lost child?
"don't pull my leg son," he said, hoping to hear the best. He was doubting if he was telling the truth because knowing who Derrick was, he would have been smiling jumping up and down in excitement but it just wasn't there, his face was angry and full of regrets and he just couldn't understand.
"Why will I? Not like you care anyways" Derrick snorts running his hand through his hair feeling frustrated.
"I do... you know it" he said, moving to his side.
Derrick rolls his eyes in annoyance.
"Sure you do... before you haven't done anything for twenty-one years now," said Derrick. He wasn't the type that always pleased people with words but Smiles were the only exception. He's always wondering, asking himself why it was like that but now he knows...
Mr Wright stayed silent, not like what he said was any lie but it hurts coming from him.
"I've found her but, there is a big problem" he informs, taking in a heavy breath at the thought of Keane making out with her, it only irritates him the more. He hits the flowery glass jar as it falls to the floor, shattering into pieces. Seeing him react like that, Mr Wright could tell the problem was not something ordinary cause it was he would have solved it himself.
"Tell me" he urges, with a frown.
"She is with Keane," Derrick said shortly. The frown on Mr Wright's face intensified, not understanding.
How can she be with Keane? And if she is with Keane, then that only means... Austin...
The thought of Austin made his blood boil, it's all his fault she isn't with her family right now.
"She's his slave... his fuckin sex slave," Derrick said over his voice and burst out in tears. The thought of him leading her to him kills him and it hurts.
It was the very first time he had seen this vulnerable part of his son, crying like a child.
What worse is she going through at his hands?
How did they end up meeting, to the point she had to be his sex slave?
He grinds on his teeth, at the thought. He knows how submissives are being treated and he knows what his daughter is going through... he blames his stupid self for everything but he knew better than to play the blaming game right now.