Chapter 5: I lose myself in her

Henry’s POV.

There's a moment of a long silence, and then her father sighs, his shoulders slumping. "Fine," he says, turning to the woman beside him. "Let's go inside."

He doesn’t forget to give me a dead stare.

"Shame on you, Mr. Raven," she shouts towards him as those people stop. "You're cheating on your wife and you still act like you’re a good dad."

As they walk past her and into the house without replying, I feel her pain. Though Sarah is very emotional right now, I really enjoy her suffocation. I feel like I am getting involved in a normal life which I have lost for a long time. 

This guy is known for being a lady killer. I don’t expect he’s her dad.

I take her hand and lead her towards my house, she escapes my gaze because I have witnessed everything behind her family’s curtain.

She’s so shy. And I like that behavior.

I put a comforting arm around her shoulder, and she leaned into me. I can see the sadness in her eyes and her face is pale now. 

"Come on," I’m wiping the tears dropping down on her cheeks. "Let's get you cleaned up, and then we can talk."

As we walk inside, I feel her breath full of alcohol which I cannot resist.

This beauty comes into my house. 

She looks straight into my eyes then turns around and sticks on the sofa where she just sits. For the first time, I let a woman into my place. 

It’s so fucking crazy.

She sits on the sofa, her legs curled up on the chair. Her fingers trace small circles on the fabric, as if exploring its texture for the first time. Then, she looks at me, her eyes filled with an endless gratitude that speaks louder than words ever could.

Don’t look at me like that, I can’t control myself anymore.

I clear my throat, jerking my head toward the room where she can freshen up. “It’s through there.” 

As she moves toward the door, my eyes trail her every step, drawn to the curve and her perfect hips.

Sarah comes back to me with a smile and I totally lose myself at this point. I touch her shoulder and hug me tightly into my arm. The hug is so tight that I make sure she can't breathe, and I feel her heart racing and her breath becoming harder. 

My dick rubs her skin, and I hear her humming a little.

"Henry, I can't breathe," she says in a sweet voice, her breath hot against my ear.

Damn, she's hot, and she knows it.

I used to see women as annoying creatures, with some of them possibly being spies that my enemies installed to assassinate me or gather secret information. 

In short, women came with risks. 

But today, what's wrong with me? What did she do to me? I respect her this time and never want to hurt her.

I feel her body pressed against mine and the warmth of her breath on my neck. I kiss her neck and touch her hair. I can see she goes crazy with me and she’s kindda catching up every touch we make.

She’s way more skillful than I thought. Sure, she looks kind of amateur and clumsy at what she’s doing, but there’s something about her—she’s interesting.

I pull away slightly and look into her eyes. 

She nods and smiles, and I feel a surge of warmth in my chest. 

"You look beautiful, you know," I smooth her hair and look at her beautiful face carefully.

She looks at me, her eyes wide with surprise and a hint of fear. I sense her hesitation, her uncertainty. 

But I also know that she wants me.

She takes a deep breath and looks at me, her eyes softening. "I care about you, Henry," she smiles and mixes as mischievous as usual, "But I should take a shower first."

She giggles and stands up, "Can I borrow your shirt?"

I love that. As I laugh out loud,  "Really, Sarah?" 

She nods, her smile widening.

I get closer to her and kiss her forehead, snapping my fingers. "Jack, bring me a dress for her."

As she takes a dress, her eyes widen, and I can't help but smile at the thought of her in a spicy dress.

A navy blue nightgown with lace at the chest will definitely light up my boring night.

"What're you thinking?" a guy's voice startles me from behind.

I have never been so caught off guard in my life. Damn it, true love is a fatal weakness. I turn around to see the man smiling at me.

"Daniel? What brings you here at this time? It's 2:00 AM, you know," I ask.

Daniel is my mentor in the investment business and, of course, my right-hand man in my position as a boss in the mafia world.

He exudes a confident and commanding presence with his neatly groomed face and facial hair. 

His sharp eyes are unwavering as he speaks. "I heard you brought a girl into our house, Henry. Remember, your identity is far from normal."

His words hit me hard, reminding me that my identity could put Sarah in danger.

 I have numerous enemies seeking revenge, trying to bring me down, or wanting to drag me in hell.

They might harm Sarah. But it doesn't mean I’m not strong enough to protect my people. 

"I know what I’m doing, Daniel. Don’t worry."

"Alright, Henry. Get some rest. You have a lot of work waiting for you tomorrow," Daniel says, patting on my shoulder.

Fuck. He got me. Yea, I might be strong but getting a normal woman into my world is nothing more than risks and useless.

I nod and make my way up the stairs to my room. 

The servants open the double doors, and I find Sarah sleeping on my super king-size bed. 

I can't help but feel my heart melt as I touch her cheek and admire her black hair cascading over the pillow and her smooth skin.

"It’s not easy to have you by my side," I say defensively. 

 I look at her tenderly and kiss her soft lips once again before letting her go.

As my arousal becomes too much to bear, I unzip my trousers to help me breathe. I get into the restroom and turn on the shower, playing some Linkin Park while I close my eyes and think about Sarah lying on my bed.

Her jet-black hair gets wet, and she is completely naked. As she sucks my dick, touching her throat, and pulls it out before licking my head, I squeeze her plump breasts and tighten her nipples. 

She then kicks her tongue over my balls and licks the veins under my cock, making me whimper with delight.

After everything has been done, I open my eyes, come back to the real world, and turn off the shower. I wipe my body on the towel and grab the walkie-talkie.

"Jack," I say, my voice steady.

"Yes, master," he replies promptly.

"Prepare a new room for me."

"Yes, master."

After drying my hair, I leave my room and enter the new one, leaning back on the bed and looking up at the ceiling.