Page 69 of Mafia Captor

“Chocolate-covered cum,” she murmurs. The good feelings come back to her as her ass relaxes, accepting me.

“That’s right. Chocolate-covered cum, baby.” I thrust hard, burying myself inside her. She’s so tight. I want to come. It takes all my willpower to not.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! I’m going to come.” She’s already close, the cake foreplay doing its job. Thank God, because she feels so good, I’m not going to last much longer. “Boston, fuck! Boston!”

Victory. I drew the f-word from my precious babygirl. “There you go, baby. Go crazy. Let it all out.”

She moans, “Fuuuuck…” She curls up in a ball around me, her ass milking my lubed cock.

I explode into her, leaving the earth as my mind travels sky-high to euphoria. I feel invincible, the most powerful man in the world. After that comes a wave of relief. As it crashes through my body, the tension ebbs, slowly bringing me back down to earth.

I slip out of her so I can bend down and kiss her. She cups my face in her hands, kissing me back.

I needed to show her who’s in control, so when I tell her what I have to tell her, I have some sliver of power. When she finds out what’s about to go down, its gonna go so far beyond her hands on her hips and that look of stubbornness she gives me. The tension in me already starts to come back, thinking about what I’ve gotta do.

The shit’s about to hit the motherfuckin’ fan.

ChapterTwenty-Two

Ashely

I’ve showered twice,scrubbing every inch of my body inside and out. I still smell like chocolate. Tonight, Boston’s taking Beckett and me to the city for dinner. We’re sending Beckett off in style. To be honest? I’m excited to dress up, to eat at one of the hottest new restaurants.

But I’d be just as happy dining with them on the brick patio of our house.

I’ve loved having my brother with us, but I know it’s time for him to go back to his real life. His boss has been calling him like crazy. The boss is too scared of the Bachmans to outright demand Beckett’s return, but we know he must be losing business without him.

Besides, I’m sure Beckett’s missing his old friends, his apartment, his parks and rec baseball team.

Beckett’ll be re-kidnapped and brought to the estate every other weekend for the next six weeks. I’ve made sure of that. I have him scheduled to test-drive my Audi with me when it arrives, to come back for the tux fitting for the wedding, and then for the bachelor party—golfing, no girls. Planned it myself. Boston didn’t even want a bachelor night, but I’m not passing up the chance to see him in a pink polo and white pants.

We’re sitting at dinner, our little trio. Beckett looks handsome in his white V-neck and gray sport coat. Boston orders for all of us. The starters come and my mouth starts to water.

“A. I have a confession to make,” Beckett says.

I look up from the stuffed mushroom I was about to devour. “Okay.”

There’s an expression on his face I don’t recognize. My stomach suddenly feels funny. I put the mushroom back on the plate. I wait for him to speak.

He folds his hands in his lap. Gives a long exhale. Every second he’s not speaking is twisting my stomach into knots.

Finally, he says, “The scholarship? The one that got you through college?”

“Yes?” I have a grateful thought about that scholarship at least once a week. I never would have gotten my first PR job, the one that launched my career in the city, without that degree. “What about it?”

He looks down at the table. He can’t meet my eye.

What is going on?

I feel sick. “Beckett? Talk to me.”

His brown eyes meet mine. “Your scholarship—it got you through freshman year. I got you through the rest.”

This makes no sense. “What are you talking about?”

“We got a letter at the house, the summer after your freshman year. From your admissions office. Remember when you had mono?”

I’d never been so sick in my life. Headache, body aches, extreme fatigue. I missed twenty days of school freshmen year. Took six months to get my energy back. I kept up with my work, shaking in my bed as I held my computer in my lap, doing my best. I still managed to pull off a 3.9 GPA.

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