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Now that I know what my future holds, it's time I start acting appropriately. I wasn't impressed about my uncle having mafia ties—it's not the life I wanted—but it seems as though I have no choice in the matter.
"Ah, that makes sense, but now that you do know, it's time to prepare yourself for a new life. A life of wealth, weapons, and women." Lonzo's wicked smile creeps me out, but I don't let it show.
Instead, I smile back. Mustering up the words I know he probably wants to hear, I ask, "Where do I start?"
TWELVE
Liliana
I wake up and stretch. I've been sleeping in Heath's bed ever since that first night we were intimate. It's been about two weeks, and I still haven't let him take it all the way; I'm just not comfortable with it yet.
It's still early, so I'm surprised that I find it empty when I look over to his side of the bed. Heath never rises so early; he's a late sleeper. Throwing back the covers, I hug myself against the slight chill in the air as I pad my way to the door.
I'm dressed only in one of Heath's heavy metal rock band t-shirts, and my feet are bare. When I come down the hallway, I can only hear the muffled sound of Heath's voice. Smiling, I wonder who he could be talking to other than himself, but when I hear him say my name, I slow down until I'm just by the living room doorway.
"Yeah, I've been working with her. Lily's turning into a real porn star. Her cherry will bring in a shit ton of money when we're ready." There's a long pause, and then his next words clarify any confusion I may have had until now. "I haven't fucked her, and I won't. Let me handle Lily; I'll have her ready in no time. I promise we will make bank pimping her out."
The pain in my chest is unbearable. How could he—I thought we meant something to each other!
I hurry back to the bedroom and jump back into the bed. When Heath comes in a few minutes later, I pretend I'm still sleeping as he crawls beside me and pulls me into his arms.
It takes everything I have not to lash out at him, but I need to be smart about this. I need to pretend that everything is okay, and then as soon as I get the chance, I need to grab my shit and get the hell out of dodge.
How do I keepmanaging to attract the worst men?
"Hey, beautiful. I didn't mean to wake you…" Heath says before nibbling on my neck. "Wanna have a little fun before we start our day?"
Maybe I should test him and see if what I heard was taken the wrong way. If so, I may end up giving up more than I wanted, but at least I'd gain some peace of mind.
"I think I'm ready, Heath," I tell him softly.
His body stiffens a little but then relaxes again as his hands begin to wander. "Oh, yeah? Ready for what, exactly?"
"You know," I say as I try turning in his arms, only for him to stop me and press his hardness into my backside. "I'm ready to take it all the way with you."
"Mm, I love that—I really do—but I think we should wait a little longer." Heath's hand slides between my legs, and his fingers slip inside me.
There it is. I heard correctly—Heath wants to pimp me out. I have no choice but to leave now. My body betrays me as he plays with it more, lubricating itself to give him easier access. His other hand comes up to squeeze my breast while slipping a third finger inside me.
I don't fake the moan that slips out. If anything, Heath knows how to work a woman's body just right. I hate that I'm loving it. This doesn't change anything, though. I will be leaving the first chance I get.
"Come for me, baby. Then, I want you to take me into your sweet mouth so I can serve you a warm, protein-packed breakfast."
"I'm not really in the mood, Heath."
"Your body is telling me something different," he states and sucks on my neck.
"I'm serious, Heath—please."
"Stop being such a tease." He curls his fingers inside me and fucks me harder. "You're going to come for me like a good girl."
His hand leaves my breast and comes up to wrap around my throat. At first, I can still breathe, but ever so slowly, his hand tightens. I start gasping for breath.
"If you want air, then come for me, baby."
Is he serious right now? He leaves me no choice when he completely cuts my air off. His hand works faster, and my body responds even more.I can't fight it—I'm running out of air. So, with no other choice, I relax and give myself over, letting Heath take me over the edge.
He releases my throat mid-orgasm, and I come the hardest I've ever come. As soon as I start to come down, he removes his fingers and jams them into my mouth, choking me with how deep he pushes them in.
