Page 43 of Devil's Deal

Harlow shook his head briskly from side to side. “Of course not.”

“Also, there’s a girl in Gangster’s Paradise. Her name’s Charity. Can you go up and check on her for us? Make sure she has dinner and anything else she may need.”

Harlow looked a little confused, but he agreed readily. Cory started nodding, then winced in pain. “Thank you. I have to go lay down now. Make sure Charity doesn’t leave, Harlow, okay? It’s important she stays.”

“You can count on me, Cory. I’m glad you’re okay.” Then the damnedest thing happened, and the kid slammed into my side and squeezed me hard. “Thank you so much for taking care of him.”

Awkwardly, I patted him on the back. “Okay. Okay,” I said again when he kept hugging me. “You go get to work.”

Everest stood there with his own smug grin. “You boys all follow me, and I’ll make sure everyone gets where they need to go.”

When had I lost control of everything in my life?

After I’d gottenCory up to his place, I washed and bandaged his head, given him some aspirin, stripped him down to his boxers, and he’d laid down on his bed to rest with me curled up behind him. Since I didn’t know if he had a concussion and he wasn’t interested in going to the hospital, I was driving him up the wall, nudging him every few minutes. “Hey, sweet boy.”

“Applesauce. Daddy, you have to calm down,” he said, squeezing the arm I’d draped over his chest.

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You came so close, too close to dying.”

He hummed. “You’re right. Maybe you should do something to remind me I’m alive.” He scooted his butt back into my crotch.

“What are you doing? Behave,” I scolded. “You might have a concussion.”

“It’s not my head that wants attention.” He tugged on my hand, pulling it down to cup his hard-on.

“Are you kidding me?”

“No. Now come on. Sex me up, Daddy. I’ve had an awful day, and I need you to make me feel good.”

As much as I loved hearing Daddy fall from his lips, I wasn’t so sure how I felt about him manipulating me. “Why don’t we talk instead? You must have questions for me.”

“No. Not really.” He pushed his boxers down and rubbed the soft skin of his stiff cock against the palm of my hand. He groaned. “Mm. Later I will, but I need to come first. Please. You called me your boy down in the tunnels. Don’t you want to be a good Daddy?”

Oh fuck.How was I supposed to resist that? There was nothing I wanted more than to treat this boy right. “Hold on.” I slipped out of the bed, grabbed a condom out of my pocket, then shed my clothes. Reaching into his bedside table, I pulled out the lube and lay back down behind him.

“You let me do all the work. I don’t want you hurting your head.”

“Ohh, you want me to be your pillow princess?”

Laughing softly, I kissed his shoulder. “Exactly.”

I swiftly pulled his boxers down, moving to pull them off of his feet and throw them on the floor. Was this a good idea? Probably not, but I had to agree with him. He needed to feel alive, and I needed to feel him. That didn’t mean this needed to be long and drawn out, though. I knew he was tired, and we really should have some kind of a talk before I let him sleep for a bit.

Grabbing the lube, I squeezed some onto my fingertips. “Lift your leg for me, boy.”

Obediently, he adjusted his lower half, leaving his pretty hole on display. Rubbing gentle circles around his rim, I began opening him up while nibbling and sucking on his neck and shoulder blades. Cory moaned and groaned as I sucked his skin increasingly harder and penetrated his hole with one, two, then three fingers.

“Daddy. Fuck. Please. I want you. I need you,” he whined.

“Don’t worry, baby boy. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Pulling my fingers out, I quickly wrapped the condom around my dick, then scooted up flush to his body and put my tip to his hole. His little pants fueled my fire, but catching sight of the gash on his head spurred me on even more. That asshole hadn’t taken this man away from me. He was still here. And he was mine. Whether I’d known it or not. Whether I’d wanted to admit it or not. Cory was mine, and I’d kill anyone who ever touched him or hurt him, just as surely as I’d taken Huey out.

Pushing in slowly, but insistently, I whispered, “You’re mine, boy. Do you know that?”

“Yes, please. Yours, Daddy.” He lay his hand over mine where I clasped his hip.

Leaning in, I sucked long and hard on his neck, still rocking into him. Huey had damaged my boy. Left a mark. The only marks that belonged on him should’ve been mine, and I’d cover him until all he felt were the little throbs of my possession. When I came up for air, I asked, “Do you understand what I’m saying, boy? You’re mine. And I don’t share. I keep what belongs to me.”

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