His Goddess

Dalton

The rain picked up almost as soon as Petra left the office causing my heart race to spike. The need to get to her and make sure she was safe was riding me hard. 

I wanted nothing more than to keep her safe all the time. There was no reason to think she was in danger, but I still didn’t like the hurt I saw in her eyes when she left the office. 

I hurt her. I am no good for her. I always hurt her. 

I glanced down at my watch, impatiently tapping a pen on the posh boardroom table, almost restless as I waited for July to conclude the emergency meeting she’d called. 

One…two…three… I counted in my head, trying to maintain some level of patience while I navigated the world’s most annoying presentation.

This meeting was not necessary, it was just one of her usual ways of trying to show the managers that she was the boss of them all.

Selfish, unreasonable, egocentric, self-absorbed proud little bitch, these were perfect words to describe July.

Watching how she took control of managing the main manufacturing business made me sick to my bones.  

She looked utterly comfortable and in command of everyone’s attention as she went through a PowerPoint presentation, proudly showing yearly projections of our profit margins. 

I made that a success, but as usual, she like to take the credit.

I paid less attention to her babbles as image of Petra formed in my mind, her captivating eyes, her raven curls, her smooth skin, I could  see the goddess so clearly. 

My phone vibrated in my pocket. Glad for a distraction, I took it out and held it under the table. There was a text message notification from Freddie, my friend and Special adviser. 

I glanced toward the opposite side of the table where he sat. He gestured at me to look at my phone. 

Making sure July’s attention was still on her unbearable presentation, I glanced down at my phone.

Freddie sent me a meme that he’d cleverly created by swapping July's head with that of an evil looking Maleficent. I swallowed a snigger. Glancing at him, I shook my head and grinned. 

“Do you mind?” July's frigid tone broke me out of my thoughts. 

Looking up, I found her staring daggers at me. Her controlling behavior enraged me like nothing else… Her authoritativeness and obsession to control came from a place of power. 

Her father Mr. Coopingar controlled half of Las Vegas. 

I made a deal with the devil. He was the Demon king of Las Vegas and the leader of Barrio 12 Gang. A drug Lord.

Six years ago, I'd lost control of my finances and Ambre was on the verge of collapse. I was introduced to Mr. Coopingar to buy some of the shares. My worst decision ever. Those shares were given to the unruly lady in front of me as a gift… And ever since, she’s made my life a living hell.

She was her father’s priceless jewel and no one dared to touch a single hair on her head. She got away with everything.

The presentation rolled on for a few more minute and as she began rounding up, I picked my files and hurried out of the building. 

I stepped out of the elevator and met my driver already waiting by the car. “Keys, Ben.” I commanded.

He looked shocked. “Sir, are you sure?”

I gave him a cold look and he quickly dug in his pocket and tossed me keys. 

It’s been a while since I’ve driven, but I had to find Petra on my own. Most of my workers are loyal to Mr. Coopinger and I don't trust them around me. 

I hopped in the black Land Rover.  Taking a deep, refreshing breath, I turned the car on and adjusted the seat to fit my frame. 

Five minutes later, I was on the street hoping to find her. With the heavy rain it’d be harder for her to get a ride home. 

She’d been gone for almost half an hour. Was she safe?

After driving for a few more minute, through the rain-streaked windshield, I saw a blur figure of a woman, walking by the sidewalk with arms circled around herself. 

 The closer I got, I recognized her as Petra. She was shivering. I slowed down next to her, but she didn’t look up at all. She was as slow as a snail. No wonder she hadn’t gotten far. 

I rolled down the passenger side window and called out to her. “Petra!” I shouted over the down-pouring rain.

She turned her head to look at me and our eyes collided. Her eyes were blank. No single emotion in there. I couldn’t figure her out.

She was freezing. What  was she thinking, walking home alone, in the dark, in the rain, in Las Vegas. I was so mad that she didn’t see the danger she was putting herself in.  

“Get in,” I growled. 

 Her plump pink lips twitched up on one side, revealing her feisty personality. She was soaked and I was mesmerized by the way her clothes clung on her like a second skin.  

The water was hitting her long curls and sliding down the dark strands to pool on her shoulders.

My first instinct was to rip her clothes off of her and lick every inch of her wet body. 

Petra ignored me and increased her pace, wanting to get away From me. A defiant edge blazing through her eyes.

I want to fuck her into submission. I want to spank and redden her sweet ass for being so stubborn and so badly behaved. 

I pulled over and quickly stepped into the rain. 

With one long stride, I caught up with her and grabbed her wrist. “fucking stop, would you?” 

“Don’t you dare touch me. Let me fucking go.” She yanked my hand off. I have never seen her so crazed. She was hurt, I could feel it.

She was in pain, and it was all my fault. 

I wanted to kiss her, to hold her in my arms, to look her in the eye and assure her that I wasn’t fucking around… But I couldn’t.

Keeping her far away from me, It was for her own good. I was damaged beyond repair. One step closer to her could ruin us both. 

“Try to calm the hell down, Petra.” I said, reaching to grab her again, but this time she lifted her hand and swung at me. “You better not…” I caught her wrist and spun her around, so she was backing me.  I circled my arms around her waist, pinning her in place.  

She wiggled her waist, kicking her legs up to get away from my hold, her full, round ass grinding against my cock, making it rock fucking hard.

I definitely wanted to rip off her dress, bend her over and sink my ten inches into her wet heat. She was sexy, so irresistibly sexy. 

She began to fall apart. Her chest rose and fell. With the rain continuing to pour down on us, I tried to calm her raging nerves.

“Deep breath, baby girl.” I whispered into her ear.  “Deep breath.”

She inhaled deep and slow. The way she obeyed my command, and surrendered to me, even if it was just for a moment, it made me feel so damn good.  She exhaled, and calmly, she melted into my hold and broke into a low sob. 

“Let me go.”  She said, sniffling. "Please... Let me go." 

A soft, low growl left my throat “I won’t… I’m never letting go… not now, not ever.”