Page 34 of Broken Discipline
I let go of her hair and she pulled off, coughing until she could breathe again. Tears filled her eyes from the pressure, but she quickly put her mouth back on my cock again. My jaw clenched as her lips moved up and down, smooth and plush against my skin. With each second, she went faster, like she needed me to come. Like she needed to know that she was a good girl. And that filled me with heat.
The orgasm ripped through me and I grabbed her head, shoving her down as far as she would go. She choked on my dick, her body convulsing around me, but she pulled me closer, latching onto my legs as if shewantedto endure it. To choke on my dick. For me. My eyes rolled into the back of my skull as my come dripped down her throat, burning in her heat.
I pulled out, letting out a deep, satisfied sigh. Ramona wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and caught her breath, but she stayed on her knees, looking up at me. Tall blue vats lined up like soldiers behind her, and I stroked the side of her face. Her cheekbones were high and firm, but it was those brown eyes that did me in. Every single time.
“Good girl,” I said in a low voice. “You suck me so fucking good, baby.”
“Thank you,” she said.
A chill shot down my spine. Why did she want to thankme?She couldn’t have known what I did to Lennon or Kien, but for some reason, she was still compelled to thank me. Was it because of that drug dealer’s men? Or saving her from the stranger whose house we had broken into?
I suppose it didn’t matter. The reason wouldn’t change the fact that I should be the one thankingher.
But I said nothing, knowing that if I let go like that, it would be another piece of control she would have over me, and she was already erasing my discipline. I pulled her from her knees until she was sitting in my lap. The blue acid vats loomed against the walls, and I rested my head against her chest, listening to her steady heartbeat.
This is what made it worth it.
CHAPTER 8
Ramona
That night, Finn didn’t go to work. He stayed in our bed, wrapping his arms around me like a shield. You’d think I’d be on edge like that, like I had been that first night I woke up in the Carter Compound, but this time, I fell asleep, like my body knew it was okay to relax around him.
I didn’t know what the hell had happened with Bruce, and I knew that both Bruce and Finn were evil. Bruce hadn’t killed anyone in front of me, but the twisted violence that got him off had probably killed his long line of late wives. On the other hand, Finn had likely killed more people than I could imagine.
And yet, he protected me like his life depended on it. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be around him.
But a twinge of guilt floated through me. Ineededto know what had happened to Bruce, even if just to get more clarity.
After taking the twins to the academy, I headed to the Astley Manor, Bruce’s parents’ house. As I pulled into the driveway, Chip parked on the street, giving me some distance. He stood outside of the car, his holsters full. He nodded at me, and I waved back.
The Manor had a wide front porch, with tall ceilings and Greek-style columns stretching out across the exterior of the house. Before my knuckles hit the front door, it opened, and Bruce’s mother stepped forward. Soft blond and gray hair curled around her face. Her cheeks were rouged, her lips painted pink. She looked down her nose at me.
I ran through my memory, but sometimes I forgot even simple things, like my mother-in-law’s name. It was a side effect of the Masquerades.
“Edith!” I said, her name zinging back to my mind. I reached to give Bruce’s mother a loose hug, but she stepped back, her lips curling in repulsion.
“Ramona,” she said.
I curled inward. This was already not going my way. “Edith, may I—
“Mrs. Astley,” she corrected.
“Mrs. Astley,” I said. “May I come in?”
She stepped to the side, and her staff cleared the area as we made our way to the sitting room. The bright white tufted sofas were decorated with ornate gold decorations on the armrests. She perched herself across from me on the matching love seat. I glanced out the window; Chip was walking up the driveway, cautiously watching the house for any signs of violence.
A servant brought a cup of tea to Edith, then left the room. Dryness swelled in my throat. There was definitely something going on here. Edith was always polite to me. But now, it was as if she had prepared the servants to ignore me entirely.
“Go on, child,” she said. “Out with it.”
I cleared my throat. “Where’s Bruce?” I asked. She forced a laugh, then sipped her tea, too high class to give a peasant like me an answer. “He went on a business trip, but he’s been gone for a long time, and I can’t reach him.”
“Just stop.”
My stomach dropped. Venom swirled in Edith’s eyes, but Icouldn’tstop myself.
“I’ve called him a hundred times. I don’t know what’s happened to him,” I said.Or why your son sold me,I thought.
