All Chapters of Touch Me, Daddy: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

"I think she wants you to leave her alone," I say, stepping right up to the bastard who thinks my angel belongs to him.Her eyes move to mine first.Jesus...Her gaze is hypnotic.Her innocence is beyond captivating.The curves of her body are so dangerous. Up close, the smoothness of her skin calls to me, and I have to resist the urge to reach out and touch her. She doesn't get dressed up like this often, or wear heels like that. But that's fine. I wouldn't give a damn if she wore sweatpants and a hoodie around me, just as long as she wore the heels in the bedroom...Then there's a flicker of recognition in her eyes.She knows who I am."The fuck did you say to me?" her date asks. Obviously he does not."I—Darshen," she stammers. "It's okay—""It's okay? What do you mean it's okay? Who the fuck does this guy think he is?"My blood starts to boil as the fool rises from his stool and faces off with me. Under different circumstances, this would be a death sentence. But we're in public.

Christ, it's even better than I thought it would be...It's perfection, and it's mine. Only mine.I grunt as I bury my inches. The warmth, the softness, the smoothness and perfection consumes me, and I almost blow my load right then and there. I have to clench my teeth along with every other muscle in my body to stop myself from coming. She has no fucking idea what she's doing to me. The perfection she possesses."Christ, that really is a virgin pussy, isn't it?" I grind my cock into her, pumping my hips back and forth, feeling the overload of sensation as every one of my nine inches slides in and out of her. I tighten my grip on her waist and fuck her harder as I think about the fact that this perfect woman could have let herself be someone else's tonight."You think you can go around dressed like that, with any guy who puts his hands on you and not end up with a dick in you?" I growl, picking up the pace. "Without getting fucked like a little slut, Dora?""I—Giordan..." she whimpers.

Before I can react to what he's just said, Giordan steps aside, and three men pushing wheeled racks of clothing enter the room and head for the walk-in closet. I scramble to get my top on as he comes over to me, and still smiling, takes me by the arm and walks me into the closet behind the men as they begin filling the shelves with the most elaborate array of designer clothes I've ever seen."Giordan, this is—""All for you, Dora." He looks...proud of himself. One of the men sets down a box of honey-colored wood and opens it. The sight takes my breath away. Necklaces and earrings, silver and gold, all set with diamonds. A collection fit for a queen."Giordan, this is too much," I say as my heart rate skyrockets. "I can't accept this.""See?" He smiles, winking at the man beside him. "I told you she would say that, didn't I?"For some reason, this comment gets me like a needle being twisted in my guts. Has he been talking to his men about me? Telling them what he thinks about me?My ch

The cold is dissipating now. Being beat back by the warmth that is Dora. Simply having her in my home is already starting to change me. The days used to flow together from one to the next, a familiar pattern of responsibilities of keeping my empire in check, doing the things required to maintain my grip on the city.But now...it's like a new future has opened up in front of me.Maybe I don't have to live in the dark anymore. Maybe there's a future for me as a man, and not just as the kingpin I've become.And it's all because of her.Dora. The answer to my solitude.But still my heart breaks when I think about how life has treated her. She has no idea how incredible she is. How beautiful. How talented. And it's my job from now on to make her see what I see.I'm going to spoil her rotten, treat her like a queen, worship her body like it deserves, and show her that not only is she a talented artist, but that the world will recognize that as well."Giordan, I am not going," she tells me f

Three Weeks Later...My pencil whips across the page as I finish the hair on the portrait of the girl I've been working on for the last two days. Portrait number eight to be precise. Only two more to go until my set for the gallery is complete. I'm both nervous and insanely excited at the same time.But my process has completely changed. Over the last twenty-one days, my confidence has greatly improved. Giordan had one of the rooms in the house converted overnight into my own private studio, with floor to ceiling windows that open onto the back lawn, and I've been practically glued to my stool, hunched over my gorgeous artist's table, sketching my brains out from dusk to dawn.That is of course when I'm not spending time with Giordan...And oh, what a time we have.It's hard for me to see him as the Devil of Miami, the kingpin, any longer. When I look at him now, I see a complicated, sensitive man, sort of like a lion with a soft side meant only for me.He deals with his business, mos