Page 74 of Tick Tock, Boom!

“He’s my son,” I growled. And you won’t take that away from me!”

She tried to run, but I slid the chair that was in my way and reached out, catching her in mid stride.

My hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back, forcing her neck to arch back, her breath catching as I loomed over her, drinking her in like a man on the edge of starvation.

"Still smell the same," I murmured, my voice a low growl against her skin. "Still taste the same too, I bet."

I licked at her neck, gliding my tongue up the base and fuck me, she whimpered. Her eyes fluttered closed, her chest rising and falling fast. Her plump breasts pressed tight against me with every shaky breath, nipples hard beneath the thin fabric of her tank top. I felt her fight herself as her lips parted and her body tensed against me. Like she couldn’t decide if she should shove me away or melt into me.

My lips hovered just above hers, not touching yet, teasing, tormenting us both. Her scent was addictive. Her body trembled. And fuck, so did mine.

"You think I’m walking away, Kitten?" I rasped, brushing my nose along her cheek. "No. I’ll assume the position of being his father. Just like I’ll assume the position of beingyourDaddy."

I ran my tongue over the shell of her ear, trailing fire as I moved down her neck. She tried to resist, tried to keep her guard up, but her head tilted, giving me more, and I took it.

"Or did you forget?" I breathed against her throat. "How your pussy clenched around my cock when I spanked you, when you begged me, 'Please, Daddy.' Because I never forgot."

Her knees buckled and I caught her, my free hand gripping her ass, squeezing her like I owned her. Her body pulsed against mine, her thighs clenching around nothing as she whimpered again, more desperate now.

"I want you back," I whispered, my lips brushing her jaw, sliding toward her mouth. "And Iwillhave you again."

She was panting, lips trembling under the weight of what we were, what we still could be.

"Don’t run off," I said, my mouth hovering just over hers, the heat unbearable. "Next time, I won’t be so nice, Kitten. Next time I won’t be asking for permission. I’m done with waiting; I’m a desperate man."

“Jose,” she whispered.

“Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock,” I murmured against her lips.

It’s only a matter of time before I have you begging again. I released her and I turned and walked out the door, leaving her breathless, aching, and haunted. Exactly how she’d left me.

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NATALIA

Ileaned back against the closed door the second he left. My body was still trembling, not from fear, not even from anger, but from the raw heat that man always managed to drag out of me no matter how hard I fought it. My lips were swollen from his kiss, my thighs slick and aching from how easily he brought me to the edge without even needing to finish what he started. And fuck me, I hated how much I still wanted him.

I pressed my hands to my cheeks, trying to cool the heat that was burning through my skin. There was a faint scent of him still lingering in the air. Cologne, leather, and the thick, intoxicating scent of male musk that had once lulled me to sleep and kept me tangled in sheets that only knew his touch. Now it just haunted me.

I moved through the rest of my day on autopilot. Cleaned. Folded laundry. Cooked. Did the dishes. All while the ghost of Tick Tock clung to me. I could still feel his kiss bruising my lips. His voice still whispering filthy promises in my ears. His hands still sliding up my thighs.

By the time the house was quiet and Gabriel was asleep, I found myself in the shower, water pounding against my skin as I leaned forward against the tile, trying to scrub away the memories. But I couldn't. Not when they clawed their way down my spine and settled deep in my belly. When I finally stepped out, I wrapped myself in the nearest towel, walked into my room and collapsed into bed, exhausted but wide awake. The sheets felt cold without him, too empty, too silent. I rolled over, then again, and again, I tossed and turned trying to shake him from my thoughts.

But he was there. On my skin, in my mouth, under my fucking ribs. I squeezed my thighs together and growled at myself, but it didn’t stop the heat that bloomed between them. With a frustrated sigh, I slipped a hand down, telling myself I just needed to take the edge off. Like some kind of addict.

But it wasn’t just my hand. He was present in my mind.MyDaddy. My collar snapped tight around my throat as he clicked the leash into place, yanking it gently and commanding me to lie back. I was his kitten again, my anal plug, coming out in the shape of a soft, long, black tail brushed the sheets, my nipples already tight and aching. I could feel his hands, rough and skilled, stroking my breasts, teasing the sensitive tips, sliding down over my hips, petting me like I was his most precious pet. I was spread out and naked for him, needy and trembling.

And when he moved over me, it wasn’t his fingers that slid inside me, it was his cock, thick and pulsing, stretching me wide. I gasped aloud, back arching as my own fingers mimicked the fantasy, circling my clit as I imagined him holding my leash tight, whispering filthy things into my ear.

"That’s it, baby. Let Daddy in. Let him wreck you."

My orgasm slammed through me so hard it knocked the air from my lungs. My thighs clenched, my toes curled, and I sobbed his name into the dark. I rolled my hips into my fingers as they flicked my clit. An incessant thrum that was part torture, and part pleasure.

I shuddered as I came down from the ecstasy. Clamping my thighs tightly as I rolled onto my side, wet between the legs and hating myself all over again.

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A few dayspassed and I hadn’t heard a word from him. Maybe he’d finally come to his senses and realized leaving me alone was the best choice for both of us. It was Monday, the weekend had flown by in a haze of overthinking followed by anxiety. I was still walking around in my scrubs after a long shift at the clinic and I was exhausted.

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