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“You want me to talk to him?” he asked with an edge to his tone. Mack’s father. But the word choice struck me—he wasn’t threatening to murder him?
What had gotten into Derek that murder wasn’t his first choice?
“You don’t want to kill him?” I asked, tilting my chin. He squeezed my sides.
“I do,” he admitted. “But he’s Mack’s father. That’s your choice.”
Forcing his semen inside of me didn’t make him a father. This small night with Derek had meant more to Mack than his biological father would ever be. My heart was somehow full and light at the same time, and as I looked down at Derek’s head of dark hair, a little messed up from playing outside, my arms and legs tingled, yearning for more of his touch. Maybe there was more to Derek than I gave him credit for.
I pushed on his shoulders so that he leaned back against the couch, then I kneeled down between Derek’s legs. Instantly, a glazed look crossed over his eyes, full of lust. I had this urge to tell him what I was doing. He hadn’t asked a question, but I needed to explain myself.
Because I needed to understand this moment myself. I needed to understand why this was okay now.
“I want to thank you,” I said. I ran my hands up his thighs, massaging his hard muscles, his cock already thick against his leg. “I don’t know what I thought would happen, with you meeting Mack and all, but I’m—” How did I put it? “—I’m just grateful. Grateful that you were so sweet to him.”
Derek’s lips curved into a smile, and I blushed all over again. I laid my head on his knee, and he rubbed the back of my neck. And for once, I didn’t let those worries about what his touch meant get into my head. For right now, this was okay. This was enough. Mack was happy. Derek was here. We were safe. I didn’t have to worry about the terrors waiting outside of these walls.
Everything I needed was right here, with me.
I rubbed my hand on his thigh, teasing the head of his cock, then I sat on my haunches, unbuckling and unzipping his pants. He pulled himself out of his dress pants, setting them to the side, then slid down his boxers. His cock was beautiful. Perfectly hard and thick, the kind of length that would make me hurt and gag. And weighty, masculine balls that would slap against my body in heat. Masculine veins twisted around the sides. I licked my lips, then looked up at him.
“I want to thank you,” I said. He gave a slight nod of his chin, and I took the head of his cock in my mouth, running my tongue over the smooth skin, the veins pulsing with heat just beneath it. His cock twitched and I moaned. He may have been in control and wanted to own every part of me, but his body responded tome. Everything about him made it seem like I was the only woman who would ever matter to him. I tightened my lips around his shaft, then moved up and down, his skin pulling tight with me. I cupped his balls, working them in my palm as his cock grew even more. He let me do it, let me pleasure him, his eyes always staring down at me, his lips open, his mouth salivating for me. Staring at my lips. My eyes. My breasts. I was still clothed, but my whole body was awake, ready for him. His hips bucked forward, his cock pressing further into my throat, and when I reflexively pushed back, he suddenly held the back of my messy bun, pushing me down further until I gagged on him.
He released me, letting me breathe. Desire swelled through me. His burst of control thrilled me. I started to question my desires, but when I saw him pumping his cock with his fist, I forgot them all.
“Undress,” he said. And I did. My shirt. My pants. My bra. My panties. Letting him see everything. Every blemish. Every curve. Not letting myself think about it. But from his glossy eyes, I knew that he didn’t see the imperfections—he simply saw me. The woman he wanted. He pulled me closer, sucking my breasts, licking down to my stomach, then up again, until finally, he grabbed me by the hair, forcing me down to my knees again.
But there was no need to force. I wanted to kneel now.
As my lips enveloped his cock, pushing as far as I could go, tonguing him along the way, he moaned, then used the back of my head to push me down and down, until I could hardly breathe.
“Stick out your tongue,” he ordered. “Like my balls, my little slut.”
I had to concentrate on what I was doing so as not to gag, but I licked, stretching my tongue out along the groomed hairs on his balls, my throat constricting around him. He groaned so loud that I swear I could hear his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He grabbed my cheeks, fucking my mouth hard like a savage beast, until he finally pulled out, pushing me back so that his come landed in hot sticky ropes on my tits, spraying me with his seed, marking his territory. Me. Derek wanted me. He wanted to own me.
And in that moment, I was his. Irrevocably his.
CHAPTER 12
Derek
In the morning, I woke up before Maddie did. My respect had doubled—no,tripledfor her, knowing that she took care of a kid. She had once told me that she worked for four different cleaning companies, laughing it off as a hustle. Now, I knew better. I was glad she had found us; working for the mafia had its perks, including a more-than-decent paycheck.
I got out of bed quietly, letting Maddie rest. I waited by Mack’s closed door, listening to the faint static of the white noise machine; he was asleep too. As the future leader turned official boss of my family’s mafia, I never rested. There was always work to do.
Right now, that meant making breakfast for Maddie and Mack.
Wearing only my boxer briefs, I went to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. Then I scouted the fridge: eggs, bread, milk, cheese. Maddie had been in Sage City for weeks; most of these ingredients must have been from Lucy.
I cracked the eggs into a bowl, adding a splash of milk and some pepper. I whisked away, then a knock on the door interrupted me. I glanced down; I was still in my underwear. My grass-stained pants were on the floor of the living room. I quickly put them on, then looked through the peephole.
A man stood out there. Blond hair. Muscular. Brown eyes, like Mack.
Mack’s father? Right now?
I took a deep breath, then opened the door, trying hard not to punch Blondie’s brains out before he spoke.
“What?” I asked.
