Page 59 of Surrender

I return a crooked smile. “It wasn’t my real name, anyway.” I stare down at Corbin’s corpse. “We should probably clean up. And plan. And…” My knees suddenly feel weak, and I drop to the floor next to Corbin’s corpse. “Daddy… You aren’t going to leave, right? I’m your Fox no matter what?”

Cristiano grabs my hair, and I’m oddly grateful for his tight grasp as he forces my head up to look at him. “You’re mine,” he says, and there’s such confident assurance in his voice that I can’t help but believe him. “I’m not giving you up, Fox. Even if you want me to, I… Call me an abusive bastard if you want, but I’m not letting you go.”

I laugh, some of my tension easing. “I already told you; I want you to completely dominate me. Do you even listen to me?”

“I listen,” Cristiano says gravely. “But I’m not sure you know what you’re asking for. That’s all.”

I bat his hand away and stand up, pouting at him. “Well, fuck you too, Daddy. I’m not unable to consent to all the fun fucked up shit just because I had a shitty childhood. I’m still the same Fox as I was when you decided to strap a shock collar to my cock.”

“Ah, yes. I’d almost forgotten,” he says, and this time, his smirk is devious. “If you liked that, just wait and see what else I have planned for you.” He pauses, then says, “Actually, I don’t care how you felt about it. I still have more planned for you.”

My heart beats faster, and I step around the corpse so I can wrap my arms around Cristiano’s shoulders. “Yeah? Like what? I have high standards, Daddy.”

“And ruin the surprise?” He leans in and kisses me, bloody faces and all. “Never.” He pulls me close against him, tightening his arms around me. “Though I think the first order of business is to shower and change clothes.” He pulls back slightly. “You get to explain to Briar why their suit is all fucked up, by the way.”

I stare down at my outfit. “I don’t know, I think it completes the look. Bloody chic.”

Cristiano chuckles. “Yeah. You tell them that.” He wraps an arm around my waist, then pauses. Sighing, he says, “Let’s go get cleaned up. You think any of his clothes will fit me?”

“Might be a bit tight in the crotch area?” I grip his cock through his trousers, licking my lips suggestively—even though I really don’t have the energy for sex right now. I’m honestly exhausted, and all I want to do is collapse into bed. I let go of Cristiano and sigh. “Come on, I’ll give you the tour. You’ve seen the murder basement, but we’ve got a lovely primary suite and luxurious shower…”

As I lead Cristiano upstairs, I glance at Corbin’s corpse one last time.

I still don’t feel that sense of closure, but I’m starting to suspect it’s never going to come.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CRISTIANO

Fox’s bed isn’t huge, but there’s enough room for both of us as long as we cuddle close. I have my arm around him, with his head on my chest, and I simply listen to the sound of his even breathing. I’m glad he relaxed enough to fall asleep. I’m not worried about the dead man in the basement, but that was Fox’s pseudo-father for years.

We hadn’t spoken about it again, only showering and collapsing into bed. It should be safe enough here for now, but I’d powered off my phone anyway—just in case Silvano is trying in earnest to find us.

The thought of it is enough to darken my mood, and I sigh. I can’t believe Silvano thinks I’d ever harm his father—especially right when he was about to retire, and I’d been nearly guaranteed a promotion up the ranks.

Unless, of course, Silvano plans to demote me and doesn’t think I’ll take it well… and he’d be right. I wouldn’t.

But that would just put a target on Silvano’s back, not Don Cresci.

Fox stirs, and I stroke his back slowly. I’m not ready for him to wake. I need more time with my thoughts.

Then Fox bites my shoulder, as hard as he can. I yelp and swat him on the ass.

Fox smiles and licks the bite. “Hey,” he whispers. “You didn’t leave.”

I want to tease him, but I have a feeling he’s not ready for that yet. Not after losing Corbin, as much of a fucking asshole as the guy had been. “Nope. I stayed right here.” I stroke his hair. “I’d have muzzled you if I’d realized you were going to bite, though.”

“That could be fun,” Fox says. He props himself up on his elbows to look at me and licks his lips. “But how will you use my mouth if I’m gagged?”

“Hmm…” I look at him, realizing I’ve never made use of his mouth before. “That’s an excellent question. I could use one of those o-gags, I suppose, but I’d rather feel you all into it.”

“Your cock would be enough of a gag, anyway.” Fox reaches down to paw at my cock through the sweats. “You can shove it all the way down my throat until I’m choking on you, Daddy.”

I groan at the thought. I don’t know why we’ve never done oral before, but I’ll be damned if I pass up an opportunity right now. Sure, Silvano’s out for blood, and I’m sure there’s a price on my head all over again, but… I need this time with Fox, and Fox needs this more than I think I could ever understand. “You want that, Fox? You want me to choke you with my cock until you gag and your eyes water and you struggle to breathe? I might not stop even when you need air.”

Now it’s Fox’s turn to moan, and he nods eagerly. “Yes, please, Daddy.” He sits up and starts shimmying out of his briefs.

I stretch out in the bed, watching him intently. He’s had a hard life, and I don’t intend to take it easy on him.

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