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As soon as my balls empty, I pull out and flip her over onto her back. Kissing my way gently down her body, I realize she must be hurting. Not just from how rough I was with her but from the force of her orgasms. Slipping three fingers into her still-rippling pussy, she hisses and tries to jerk away from me.
“Ssshhh, baby, I’ll take care of you.” Gently massaging the inside of her cunt, I settle over her pussy with my mouth, taking long licks of her clit before suckling the swollen bud into my mouth.
Loving on Soren is my favorite thing in the world, and when she sighs and her body relaxes as her hands sift through my hair, I use my shoulders to keep her legs nice and spread. Her pussy opens wider for me, allowing for the insertion of a fourth finger. Fuck what I wouldn’t give to have my whole hand inside of her.
“Daddy.” Her lilting sigh catches my attention, indicating that she’s barely hanging onto consciousness. “I like that.” Her sleepy eyes travel to where my hand works to find its way inside her body.
“I knew you would. Such a sweet little fuck doll for Daddy, aren’t you?” She smiles brightly as she forces her body to relax further. “Close your eyes and sleep, baby girl. I’ll take care of you.”
Continuing to pet her clit softly with my tongue, she’s sound asleep a few minutes later, and I begin prepping her to relax enough that my entire hand fits inside her tight pussy. Once it’s in there, I can feel my dick leaking again. She’s so fucking stretched around my thick wrist. I won’t hurt her; I’ve done enough of that for today, but I intend to coax a few gentle orgasms out of her before leaving her body alone.
Scooping up her excess fluids with my other hand, my fingers dance across her asshole before I slip two in. She mewls and moans, like a cat in heat, but she doesn’t awaken. Fingering far up her channel, I suck on her clit again, rubbing and massaging every inch of the inside of her body from both holes until I feel the climax reverberate through her petite frame.
Repeatedly, I take her to the edge, allowing the waves of pleasure to move through her until she’s whimpering and trying to pull away. Carefully, I withdraw my hand as I get to my knees and push the head of my cock in her closing hole. With the hand that was deep inside of her, I begin pumping my cock in a vise-like grip. For as much as I hurt her, I deserve it back and throttle the beast that took out my frustrations on her.
When I feel the orgasm building in my balls, I withdraw from her cunt and knee-walk closer until ropes of cum spray out and across her body—her pussy, quivering belly, round tits, and neck. I don’t stop until there’s nothing left in me.
Collapsing over her, I suck a puckered nipple into my mouth, biting gently before moving on to the next. I don’t care that I’m sucking my cum off her body; the mixed flavor is delicious, and I want more.
When she shudders again, I pull back and buff my seed into her skin. Pushing some into her pussy, I move down to her tight rose and force some into her ass as well. I want this woman claimed everywhere. Tracing her lips with my sticky finger, I reluctantly get up from the bed. Admiring the woman I will claim for the rest of my days, I finally bring the blanket up to cover her, satisfied that she’s marked by me.
Entering the bathroom, I wash my hands and stare at my dick, still hard, still soaked from her juices, and all I want is to go back in there and fuck her again. Instead, I dress, kiss her forehead before leaving her alone, and head back to my office, where I find an envelope on the desk and a few missed calls on my phone.
As I look through the contents of the envelope, my anger is fueled by the desire to murder anyone who comes near my woman. Calling Zak, I demand he come to my office because I know he’s the one who would have left it for me.
“This is legitimate?” I ask before he’s over the threshold.
“Yes.” He appears as angry as I feel while I curse up a blue streak. “I think we need to set a meeting with the man. Clear the air, so to speak.” A salacious grin overtakes his face in anticipation.
“Do it. Have the father come as well. We need to send a message.” He’s on the phone before leaving to get things set up.
Sitting behind my desk, I take a minute to think about who is behind the attack on Soren and if it’s connected to me or what her father wants from her. Or, more accurately, expects from her. The lawyer is a slick son of a bitch, and from what I’ve learned over the last few days, he won’t let her go so easily.
CHAPTER 16
Soren
It’s odd, really, how things have turned out over the last week or two. How I’ve gone from a prison I couldn’t wait to get out of to being brought to one I never want to leave. In all fairness, Adonis is doing everything he can to keep me safe after the attack. I know once the threat is eliminated, things will change, and I’ll be allowed my freedom again.
How I fell in love with the head of a criminal organization is beyond me. I always swore to stay away from my father’s world, but there was no avoiding Adonis after we met in the bank. Even before the robbery began, I realized we were fated to meet.
And now, here I am, about to pee on a stick.
“Open your legs,” the man in question demands with a feral growl.
“Can’t I pee in peace?” I hide my snicker at his scowl.
The things we’ve done and said together shouldn’t leave me embarrassed to pee in front of him. I’m not really. It’s a natural bodily function, but I’m having a ton of fun teasing him about it.
“Baby girl, if you don’t open your legs and pee on this stick for me, I’m going to bring you to the edge of orgasm so many times you’ll be crying before I even think about letting you fall over the edge.” I know that’s a threat. And it honestly sounds like it might be painful, but I’d kind of enjoy it.
Snapping my legs open, I cross my arms and pretend to pout. “Ah, baby, don’t do that. I’d never stop you from coming for me.” I grin in triumph. He glares and rips the packaging off the pregnancy test and waits for me to pee a little, as instructed, before holding the stick in the stream for a few seconds.
What I don’t expect is for him to place the stick on the counter, grab some toilet paper, and wipe me clean before pulling me up and settling me on the counter.
“Why do you look so shocked?” he asks while washing his hands.
“You…did…that…” I wave my hand from the toilet to me and back to him.
Shaking his head, laughter falling from his lips, he leans over to place a kiss on my cheek. “You’re so adorable, baby girl. Do you honestly think there isn’t anything I won’t do to or for you? There is no limit to my devotion.” Stroking his cheek, I can see it. I’ve been getting glimpses of it here and there, but since the attack, I can feel his obsession like a living, breathing entity in every room we occupy together.
Drying his hands, Adonis steps between my legs, runs his fingers through my hair, and tilts my head up for a kiss. Slow and sweet is new for him, and the passion I feel in the act brings tears to my eyes.
“I know you’re young, that we’re new, and there is so much to learn about each other, but I fucking love you, and I’m going to spend my life showing you just how much. Whatever this test says won’t change anything.” His dark eyes search mine, imploring me to believe him.
“I know that, Adonis.” Pressing my palms to his naked chest, I enjoy the way his muscles ripple under my fingers. The way the warmth penetrates my flesh and makes me tingly all over.
Pressing his lips to my forehead, I take a deep breath before reaching over and grabbing the test. I don’t know whether I want it to be positive or negative; I figure I’ll find out once I see it.
“Are you going to look?” he asks, and I shake my head, squeezing my eyes shut tighter. “Want me to tell you?” His tone is neutral, so I can’t even get a hint.
“No. I just need a second,” I whisper.
“It’s okay if you don’t want one yet. I can’t say I’ll be alright with birth control if we need it, but I’ll try. I’d do anything to make you happy.” Could he be more perfect?
Inhaling a deep lungful, I wait another second before exhaling and opening my eyes…
One pink line.
Negative.
Tears crowd my eyes.
“Baby girl.” Adonis’ strong hand tilts my chin up, and I watch him through glistening tears. I have no idea how to feel. “It’s okay.” He takes the stick from me and tosses it in the trash beside the counter.
“I’m not sure what I’m feeling.” My honesty has him caressing my back.
“How about we take the day, go to the beach, and you can just have a timeout from everything?” I think I love him even more.
Wiping my eyes, I ask him, “Is it safe to do that?”
“I’ll make it so.” I’ve learned to trust Adonis’ promises, so I give him a nod of approval, and he sets everything in motion.
Two hours later, we’re sitting on a private beach overlooking the ocean, watching the waves roll into the sand and push back out. It’s both relaxing and aggravating.
I want to be in the water, allowing it to wash over me. To cleanse away all the negativity, but Adonis won’t let me with the frigid temperature and the possibility of me getting hurt.
He had an umbrella set up with some lounge chairs on the sand, a cooler filled with brunch items was also delivered; and while I’m enjoying the heat of the sun and the salty spray of the sea, I feel unsettled. I don’t know what I expected after taking that pregnancy test. If I was hoping to be carrying his baby or if I even wanted to. Children aren’t something I’ve thought too much about, but now, it’s all I can think about, and I feel like I’m failing already.
We have so much time to worry about creating a family, that I want to enjoy the alone time we currently have, but I can’t stop wondering, what if…
Would we get married if I were?
Would the threats run dry or amp up?
Would my parents accept my choice of man and finally love me?
I bolt upright at that stupid question. Of course, the answer is no. “What is it?” Adonis asks, immediately at my side and rubbing a soothing hand across my bare back—the bathing suit I have on leaves little to the imagination.
Turning to face him, I blurt out, “I want children. I want a large family filled with love, movie nights, and game nights. Big Sunday dinners and brunch on Saturdays. Beach trips and Disney trips. And I never want them to feel like a burden. Like they have to do something in order to please us and earn our love.”
Concern etches his eyes as he takes in what I said. “Until you, I didn’t realize I wanted that either. We’ll have it one day when it’s the right time.” His easy smile releases some of the tension I’ve been feeling.
“Do you know who attacked me yet?” There are so many uncertainties surrounding us presently that my nerves are frayed around the edges.
Pulling me into his lap, Adonis leans back in the chair. “I have my suspicions, and Zak has secured a meeting tonight. I’m hoping to have things resolved by then.”
“You’re leaving a lot out.” Licking my dry lips, I glance up at him, hoping he’ll expound.
He doesn’t, of course. “I know, baby girl. I want to be certain first.” I have to agree because I know he won’t say a thing until he’s ready. The man is like a brick wall, hiding more secrets than the mortar keeping the bricks in place.
“Tonight, you’ll tell me then?” He sighs as he looks into my eyes before acquiescing, and I know that’s the best I will get. For now.
CHAPTER 17
Adonis
There’s something to be said about the cover of night when holding sinister meetings where I have every intention of committing a crime or two. The sky is crystal clear, not a cloud in sight as the moon sets high on the horizon, offering a glow the city lights can’t compare to.
When my father bought this piece of land a few decades ago, he’d done so with the notion that there would be screaming from the men he tortured. He wanted privacy. A gated estate gave him that. Add in the acres it sits on, and I have access to it all. It was never guaranteed that I would gain control over my father’s interests until my older brother Theias moved to Nevada and decided he wanted nothing to do with the family legacy. He’s too busy building his own.
Now, everything is mine. As Matthew Chambers and Robert Stark are escorted from the vehicle Eli, Joe, and Craig picked them up in, I can hear them asking questions. They know where they are, and if they were smart men, they’d understand why.
They don’t strike me as such, however.
“Gentlemen.” Keeping my arms crossed, I watch them closely as they share a look. A flash of something crosses Robert’s face, and it answers the question of whether he had anything to do with the attack on Soren.
“Saw that,” Zak comments quietly next to me.
“This way.” Eli points to a door leading right to the basement, hidden by the steps ascending to the front entrance. Both men pale slightly when they realize this isn’t an average meeting. Joe shoves Matthew in the back when he pauses before continuing on.
“Let them sweat?” Zak asks, and I nod.
Entering the house through the front door, I glance up the stairs leading to my room, where I left Soren exhausted not long ago. She was filled with anxious energy and couldn’t settle down when I sent her to bed shortly after midnight. After half a dozen orgasms from my tongue, she succumbed to sleep, leaving me enough time to get dressed before our guests arrived.
“They leaving on their own tonight?” Zak asks when I begin walking again. Sally pops up with a tray of whiskey and a slick grin on her face. She knows what’s going on tonight because the woman seems to know everything. If I didn’t have the house swept for bugs on a near-daily basis, I’d think she listened in.
“Thanks, Sal. Why don’t you head to bed for the night?” My suggestion is met with a scoff and an eye roll.
“As if I’d allow Soren to wake up and find you missing, or worse, in the basement covered in the blood of your enemies.” Grinning from ear to ear, she marches back into the kitchen.
“Would she even care?” Zak questions.
“She thanked me for killing Hudson, so I don’t see her being shocked. Killing her father might raise some feelings, though.” Which is why I’m letting them sweat. There’s no doubt in my mind about how Robert Stark will be leaving. We found the wire transfer the day after the shooting. Trouble is, we haven’t been able to locate the men who committed the crime yet. I need that information before I can kill him. Before I can full-on attack Abdul Karas.
I also need to know if Matthew was in on the decision to eliminate his daughter. “What about the wife?” I glance at Zak. Soren hasn’t spoken much about her mother, but I gather she has mixed feelings about her.
“She’s a bit of a ditz. I don’t believe she’s aware of the things going on around her. She lives in her own little world,” he explains.
“Think she could orchestrate something like this?” The thought has crossed my mind a time or two. Soren explained how the woman wanted and expected her daughter to sleep with and get impregnated by Stark before marrying him at the end of summer. When I found out, I wanted to kill the man for that alone; unfortunately, it wasn’t a good enough reason to risk losing Soren over.
“I wouldn’t put anything past anyone, ever.” I’m with Zak on that. Some of the most devious crimes come from those you never expect.
Downing the rest of my whiskey, I say, “Let’s do this.”
Cracking my neck from side to side, I lead the way to the basement, where the blustering and threats from both men can be heard. Eli would have chained them up against the wall by now, giving them just enough leeway to step forward, but nothing more.
On the back wall is where they stand, the fresh blood from the bank robbers staining the concrete below their feet. Taking a seat in the chair in the middle of the room, I accept the lit cigar from Joe as Craig pours everyone two fingers of whiskey. Taking a puff, I close my eyes as I blow the smoke out. The sounds of both men shuffling give away their nervousness.
“I made a claim on Soren the day of the robbery,” I state. “Had I not been shot twice, she’d have been in my home much sooner than when I eventually got my hands on her.” Opening my eyes, I stare at Matthew until he wrestles with his restraints. “You came to my home intending to take her away. I allowed you to leave that day with the knowledge that she is mine.”
I return the cigar to Joe and roll up my shirt sleeves to my elbows. Downing the whiskey in one swallow, I stretch my shoulders before taking the cigar again.
“You had your chance to walk away, Chambers. Why didn’t you?” Stepping forward, I have every intention of making him sweat until I catch the lie he’s conjuring up within his beady little eyes. Ripping his shirt down the middle, I press the lit stub into his chest. The smell of burning flesh and singed hair meets my nostrils. Most men would gag, but I’ve grown used to the scent.
“She’s my daughter. Why would you ever think I’d do something to hurt her?” His gasping breaths irritate me.
“Because you and your wife have arranged for her marriage to this piece of shit, who we know has hired Abdul Karas’ men to attack her.” I keep my tone neutral despite the anger rolling through me in crashing waves of fury.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Matthew's heavy breathing as tears leak from his eyes continues to piss me off. Bringing the cigar back to my lips, I inhale deeply, blowing the smoke into his face.
Moving deliberately, I level the burning tip with his clavicle, close enough that he feels the heat but not the burn. “Try. Again.” My jaw clenches so rigidly, it wouldn’t take long for my teeth to crack.
Zak leans in to whisper in my ear, only loud enough for me to hear, “She’s awake.”
Growling at this news, the last thing I want is for her to come down here and see what I’m doing. The entire basement is soundproof, so I know she’ll never hear a thing unless the door to the kitchen is opened.
