Chapter 55 The Stage Is Set

The stage is set.
It is early morning in the Caine house. My princess is sleeping, and only Mason can be found in the kitchen. The boys went out last night to enjoy what will be one of the very rare evenings that they will in a while.
Now, if I said to you that this does not lie heavy on my shoulders, then that would be a blatant lie. I have a handful, rather make that two, perhaps even more, but I have a shitload of lives on my hand that I need to protect.
The one that concerns me the most is lying upstairs peacefully sleeping. The little vixen with her short hair that is now very blonde. I must say that I am not a man for blonds, but this little blonde is starting to grow on me.
Mason, who has been staring at me, daydreaming for about a minute now, hands me a cup of warm coffee, "It is good to have her back, really back."
"God, Mason, I just hope she stays."
"Hey, boss, she loves you, and that father of hers have done her so wrong, I don t think that she will go back there."
"I hope that you are right. I don t think my heart can take it if she has to leave me again."
Then, out from nowhere, I feel soft little arms creep their way around my naked chest. As I turn around, the very vixen is standing behind me.
"You should stop creeping up on people, princess."
"If I did not creep, then I would not have heard what you said."
"Maybe you are not supposed to hear it."
With that, Mason leaves the kitchen with one stupid smirk on his face. This woman has made me such a big old softy. I can t even remember the Christian Caine I used to be before she walked into my life. And I honestly can say that I do not want to be that man again.
She looks at me with her head slightly cocked and smiles at me, "Are you having dirty thoughts, or are you actually thinking for a change?"
"Princess, I am going to take that one as an insult."
"Which part? Dirty thoughts or thinking."
"Both," I say as I lift her from her feet. "For one," I whisper as I slap her tight tiny ass. "I can think." She squirms and tries to kick herself loose from my grip, but I only tighten. "And, my thoughts are near damn filthy when it comes to you."
She only but giggles at me as I slowly make my way upstairs.
"Christian put me down!"
"What happened to baby?"
"You are being naughty."
"Oh, yes, naughty is what I am going to do to you."
"Not if you do not put me down."
"Princess, who said I am giving you a choice. You are mine."
"Christian!"
"What, princess?"
"Put me down."
Only once we are behind the closed door of our bedroom do I slowly drop her to her feet. She only but winks at me and asks under short stuttered breaths, "So what are you going to do to me?"
"Mmm, princess."
"Mmm, baby."
"Oh, now I am, baby. Is it perhaps because you want me?"
"Me? Want you?" She moves two steps closer to me again and drives my body into the door. There is a crack, and I soft shudder as she pushes me hard into it.
"Mr. Caine. You are mine. Who says I am giving you a choice."
"My princess is taking control. I love it."
Then she flutters those seductive eyelashes and whispers underneath her breath, but the moment she flips her blonde hair from her shoulders to the back, I completely lose it.
"So, Mr. Caine. What do you is it that you desire?"
"Fuck, princess. If you keep doing that thing with your hair, then you can do anything to me."
But then I spin her around, and she is firmly standing where I was only but a second ago.
"Christian!"
"Ssshhh, princess."
I press her back into the door behind her. With my left hand, I pin her trembling hands above her head and drive my body even deeper into hers. Her exposed skin lay hot against mine; her body is burning at the same fire as mine.
My right hand drops to her thigh; I tangle my fingers in the seams of her panties. She stops me and whispers.
"Christian."
I bring my finger up to her lips; I can feel her warm breath rapidly breathing against the tips. She tries to speak, but I suddenly cover her mouth with mine to make her stop.
I feel as she tries to loosen her hands, but I only pin her harder into the door. Then I slip her panties down her slender legs.
"Christian."
When she says my name this time, it is as if she is begging. I let out a deep growl and push her deeper into my raging erection. My mouth moves away from her soft lips, and I slowly run then down her neck until her body shivers. I gently rub them over her collarbone; her breath hitches as I bite into the edge of her shoulders. With each move I make, I grind harder into her.
I move my lips to her ear and softly whispers, "I want you."
I move my trembling lips back to hers...I gasp...I slowly press through the seems of her lips and delve inside.
I lose myself completely in the kiss, in the moment. I slip my hand down and slowly ease her legs apart; she is completely soaked. I slip my fingers between her folds and slide my finger deep into her wetness. My thumb surrounds her sweet spot in a perfect rhythm. I watch as her eyes roll back in her head.
I twist and turn my finger; then, I stop my delicious rotation.
"Christian, please don't stop."
I drive inside her once again. I nip and tease her nipples. I can feel her thighs tense and her body quivers. Then I stop again.
"God, Christian, please don t stop."
I slowly drop to my knees and spread her legs even wider. I drive my finger deep into her wetness. Then I slide my tongue inside of her. Gliding it slowly from her center to the tip of her clit. I start a slow and agonizing rotation. Sending her close to the edge and slowly pulling her back. Tasting and feeling her, I keep on my rotation, moving deeper and deeper into her sweet spot every time her body quivers.
I spread her legs even wider, holding them as they tremble. My tongue finds her center, and I dive deep into her again. I delve and dive into her with the tip of my tongue. Thrusting once, twice, three times. I feel her muscles contract. She shudders against me in a long high pitched orgasm. I feel her legs are quaking. As she finally slows, I look up at her face and see her face glowing.
I stand up to meet her eyes. She is still gasping for air, but yet she is smiling. And I am smiling too.
But then she frowns and looks at me rather confused, "What about you?"
"Princess, you alone are enough for me."
Just as I am about to get dress, my cellphone rings. As I reach on over, I am surprised to see who is calling.
Now, do I answer?
Or just let it go to voicemail?
Cassandra comes to stand next to me to see who is calling, "Answer. We still have a score to settle."
With that, I swipe up and answer the call.
"Hi, Veronica."
"Hi, Christian. I have not heard from you in a while."
"Yes, Veronica, that is what kind of happens when your father dies. But you won t know anything about that."
"Shit, Christian, I am so sorry."
Now I do feel the greatest urge to tell her, bullshit. She knows exactly that my father has been killed. Now, what the fuck does she want, is the question.
"What can I do for you, Veronica."
"Well, I feel kind of awful now that you mentioned your father."
"Veronica, somehow, I don t think you know how to feel awful. Now, what do you want?"
"Is just wanted to know if we are still going to have dinner."
I nearly burst out laughing, but then Cassandra stops me. Yes, I need to remember that I need to expose this woman, but most of all, let her know that we are not getting married, not now, not ever. So I bite my tongue and continue to my own horror.
"Why don t you come over for dinner tonight?"
Now I do not know who is more shocked, Veronica or Cassandra. Fuck, even I am shocking myself. But this is my playground; I am not meeting her where I don t feel safe.
But, she does not even question it one bit, "Of course, Christian. How about seven?"
"Oh, make it six Veronica, we can have drinks before dinner."
With that, I drop the call and look over at Cassandra; she only bites into her bottom lip for a few seconds, "Baby, I hope you know what you are doing?"
"Of course, princess."
After dressing, I go downstairs to meet with Mason and Jax to tell them about my dinner plans with Veronica. They, too, are just as shocked at my move in inviting her over. First of all, nobody knows where I am, and second, nobody trusts Veronica not to snitch.
So after what seems like endless hours, I am counting off the minutes to six. My princess is near to falling over from being so nervous. Now, she is not very happy that she needs to stay in the room when Veronica comes. I am sure if Veronica knows about my father, then she knows that Cassandra and I are not together. Well, unless if she is in contact with Joseph, which Mason and Jax believe.
But it does not concern me; I need to get Veronica out of the way. I don t care what I need to pay her off; I just want her out of my life.
With that, six finally comes around, and I hear Veronica buzzing the doorbell. I start making my way from the study to the front door, but by the time I make it there, I see that Veronica is already inside. But that is not what concerns me the most; it is who is standing behind her that does.
"Princess, please put the gun down."