Page 13 of His Dark Discipline

Men trying to kill me. Men trying to kill her. Just the thought makes my chest burn. No way. For Lily and me to even have a chance at being together, I’d have to leave it all behind.

And I would too.

If it were only that easy…

I run my hand under the sink and wrap it with gauze then grab my keys. It’s time to go, but my body simply will not let me. My cock is a hot, unrelenting bar of steel between my legs that refuses to surrender. If I’m going anywhere, I’m going to have to deal with it.

Filled with shame, I lower my pants and sit on the edge of the bed. Pre-cum spills into my hands as I squeeze my shaft, providing the necessary lubrication. Closing my eyes, I think of her.

The thought of her scent…the feeling of her breasts…

…the way we kissed, like lovers meant to be together.

It doesn’t take me long to get there. My back arches, and I grunt as my release spills into my palm and over my fingers. I clench my eyes shut until I’m finished, then quickly head back to the bathroom to clean up.

“You sick fuck,” I mutter as I manage to get my cock back into my pants. It’s not completely soft, but it will do for now. At least I can walk without it getting in the way. And that’s good, because I’m getting the hell out of here for now. In the blink of an eye, I’m out of the house (locking it behind me) and in the car on my way into town. Just knowing Lily is there is going to make it nearly impossible for me to sleep tonight.

What now? Buy another house for me to live in alone?

“Christ,” I grunt as I head to one of the five diners I own, all for money laundering purposes of course. I couldn’t tell you how to make an omelet or mix a good pancake. I park and head inside, trying to tell my dick to go into hibernation for a while, but it’s not listening. Not when I still have Lily on my mind.

I take the corner booth out of reflex so I can see anyone who’s coming and going and wave the waitress over.

“Hey, Mr. Ramone.” Rachel smiles, coming right over. “All alone tonight?”

“Fortunately,” I reply. “Or unfortunately, I guess. Depending on how you look at it.”

“Tell me about it,” Rachel laughs, rolling her eyes as she pops her gum. “Men! Sometimes I think I can live without ‘em, and then other times…I’m not so sure.”

“Well, you’ll always have me,” I joke.

“Don’t tempt me!” Rachel laughs and heads back to the kitchen to put in my order: a black coffee and toast with raspberry jam. I tend to eat light when I have something on my mind, which means if Lily ends up staying with me, I’m probably going to end up solving the problem by starving to death.

My phone buzzes. It’s Marla. I answer with a sigh. “Yes?”

“Did you kidnap our daughter?”

“She’s not our daughter, Marla,” I reply. “She’s your daughter. And yes I did.”

“What? Why?”

“You told me to control her,” I say as Rachel sets my coffee down on the table.

“And so you create a hostage situation?”

Thankfully, Marla isn’t my real wife, and I don’t actually have to have this discussion like a real spouse. “You don’t like the way I handle things, don’t ask me to intervene next time. But for now, she’ll be staying with me. Away from the boys.”

“Damon, wait—”

I hang up and silence my phone. It’s important to stick to your guns, even when you’re not sure of yourself, which is how I’m feeling right now.

Our daughter…

That one got to me. She’s not my blood. I’m not a sick fucking bastard. A horny monster who doesn’t mind breaking a few societal standards? Sure. But I’m not sick.

And I don’t know if keeping Lily with me is the right thing to do, but I’m damn sure I won’t be letting her go back to social media and dating apps and guys who only want to take advantage of her and toss her aside like a used condom they won’t even bother using.

“Here you are, Mr. Ramone.” Rachel smiles as she sets my toast down in front of me. I see she’s added her customer smiley face in jelly on the plate.

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