Chapter 23

There's far more to worry about than what my brain is choosing to think of, which is the supple, soft body hovering over mine. The heat of Brynne's center is writhing over me and wiping the rest of my sanity out.

The note had thrown me into a tailspin. Thinking of who Enzo could've sent once he found me, and how close they'd been to Brynne while I slept, had me losing my fucking shit. I couldn't see straight to even load another weapon once I'd given her mine. I had to breathe through the internal bullshit before I searched as far and wide as I could on my property.

I don't know how they found me.

That life had gotten to be too much for me far before I left. My brother's news had just added to the chaos in my head. I couldn't stand to watch him wither, and I took the coward's way out.

To sit by idly as the enforcer, the fixer, while there was nothing to do for him… There wasn't a part of me that could deal with it. The last shards of me that were still human wouldn't have been if I'd stayed beside him. I know he understood. It's likely why he'd never come for me.

Or he was too sick in his last days.

I was a different person before I lost my parents. Something about their loss broke me. And I know watching Lucio leave this earth, leaving me behind, would've sent me into a tailspin.

Brynne cups my face in her hands. "Come back to me."

I let a breath pass my lips. "There's so much to do. We need to prepare."

She shakes her head. "There's only one thing we need to do."

I furrow my brows, and she leans forward, kissing me softly, coaxing me even closer to reality than her words had brought me.

"Brynne," I breathe, trying to escape her touch. "We can't. I told you…"

She shakes her head. "Stop fighting me. Stop fighting this. I don't know how this is going to work, or if it will at all. But I need you, and I know you want me…"

I lift my finger to her lips, silencing her. Her breathing hitches, brushing against my rough skin. "No. I don't want you, bunny. I'm fucking obsessed with you. I would kill for you. I'd step in front of a bullet for you. I need you like I need the blood in my veins for my heart to pump. It's more than want, Brynne."

"Then, why…"

Fuck it.

I stand, cutting off her words, and moving her back near the table. Setting her down softly on her feet in front of it, I look her up and down with hungry eyes.

"I want you bare. Take your clothes off."

She bites her bottom lip as she strips out of her clothes far faster than the first time I'd told her to in this room. "Yes, Daddy."

Her heavy breasts fall out of her bra as she unclips it. I reach out and cup the right one, letting the soft fullness fill me with thrill. I step back when she bends to drop her pants, taking her panties with them to the floor. She toes them off, kicking them to the side where her boots landed.

"Bare enough?" she teases.

I shake my head. "Part of me wants to remove every bit of this silky flesh. Keep it somewhere as a trophy, so I can see the very soul that animates you. But that's the side of me I have to keep in check."

She breathes shakily.

"Does that frighten you? You said honesty…"

She cuts me off. "It only frightens me that I'm not afraid. Why, self-preservation only let me run once, and even then, I wasn't committed to the act."

She toys with the buttons on my jeans as I pick her up. Her hand falls away as she wraps around me. My lips meet hers in a frenzy. All the kisses before have been a space in between what we wanted to give the other. We were dancing around this attraction. Too afraid to let go fully.

Now, we're giving all we've wanted to.

"Fuck, Brynne," I groan, setting her on the medical table for an entirely different reason this time.

"Bare. Naked. Take it all off," she says, eyes as hungry as a bear looking for its last meal before going into hibernation.

I heed her command without a second thought, removing my boots and jeans first, letting my hard cock spring free when I stand straight.

Her eyes aren't on mine as I take my shirt off and drop it to the floor. Her tongue licks across her lips, and I want to bottle this moment already.

She slips off the table, finally meeting my eyes as she sinks to her knees. She rubs her hand over the soft skin of my dick as she looks up at me with bedroom eyes I can't get enough of.

"Bunny," I warn. I'd wanted to be the one that started this. That took control.

But with her, I know it's always off-kilter. Always something out of my control. She might be my baby girl, my little rabbit, but she's not always my good girl. And for once in my life, I love it.

"Ardesia," she says as she lets her tongue dart out and skim the underside of balls, following the skin to my cock.

"Fuck," I groan, and she's not done. When she gets to the head of me, she closes her lips around me, sinking her hot mouth down my length and my eyes nearly fucking cross. If her hand was something I couldn't stop thinking about, her mouth is the drug that causes clawing addiction.

"God, the way you look on my cock," I growl, sinking my hand through her hair, tugging slightly, and her moan vibrates through my body. "I've wanted you on your knees since the day I saw you. Knees aching, mouth full of cock, cum dripping down your fucking chin." A snarl breaks free when she adds a hand alongside her lips, using spit to move it in time with her mouth.

There's no fucking way she's real. I'm dreaming.

But then she digs her nails into my hip, and I know I'm wide awake.

"You're going to be Daddy's good girl, aren't you?" I taunt gruffly.

She nods on my dick, and a tingle of delight grows in my balls.

"I want you to take me deeper. Don't waste my dick, bunny."

Her eyes flick up to mine, tears running out of them. But she drops her hand away, her head slowly sinking further. My cock meets resistance at the back of her throat, and waves of muscles ripple around the head as she fights the urge to gag on me.

"Go on, gag for Daddy," I grunt, thrusting forward.

She gags, and the action nearly makes me come.

"Good fucking girl," I growl, doing it over and over, her eyes overflowing with each gag. I run my thumbs through her tears on both sides of her face, her eyes greeting mine again. "You cry so fucking pretty for me."

She adjusts her mouth, and I don't know what she's doing until it's too late. Her teeth latch onto the base of me, skimming slowly toward the head of my cock.

"Fuck, fuck, why does that feel so good?" My voice is raspy. I'm a goner.

If I thought I was obsessed with her before… Fuck, now I'm mental.

"You trying to make Daddy come?" I ask her breathlessly.

She nods at me, sinking as if to do it again. I pull out of her mouth, and she whimpers at the loss.

"Too bad I want to feel that pretty pussy gripping me when I come, or I'd let you swallow me down, bunny."

I help her to her feet, motioning for her to lie on the table. She does, and I stroke my cock a few times as I look down at her. She's the most alluring creature I've ever seen before.

She deserves far more than I offer. Then again, she'll never be safer than she is with me. Never want for a fucking thing, either.

I'd give her the world just for the look she's giving me right now.

"Daddy," she begs, and I let my hand find her left breast, squeezing as I grin down at her.

"I know, baby girl. It aches, doesn't it? Daddy is going to take that away."

Her breathing speeds as my hand slowly skims over her stomach, teasing lower as I watch her every reaction to me.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?"

She doesn't answer. Her heady eyes tell me she doesn't, though.

"Your beauty breaks my fucking heart." With my admittance, I let my fingers slip over her clit, finding her a wet mess for me, and knowing how much she enjoyed having me in her mouth has me rolling my eyes back in my head.

"Why?" she breathes, and I've all but forgotten what I said. "Why does it break your heart?"

"Because I know you'll never belong to me fully. You're too good for me, Brynne. Your beauty is your own to give to those that are worthy. While I'll get to bask in it momentarily, or even for a while if you decide to stay, I'll never get to inhale you as I want to."

A tear slips from her eyes, and this time it's not the pretty ones she gave me when I choked her with my dick.

"Awe, no crying, bunny. The only things I want from here on out are your screams." I move to the end of the table, grabbing her ankles as I did to rip her out of her shelter, pulling her to the end.

She screams, and I smirk.

"That's more like it."

I give her no time to recover. My tongue finds her pussy, fingers slipping inside her. She lifts to watch, hands digging into my hair.

"God!" she shouts, and my eyes flick up to hers angrily.

She smirks. "Sorry, Daddy."

She knows I don't want to hear shit from that mouth other than my fucking name. That she's already learned that makes me grin with her pussy surrounding my mouth.

I let my teeth tease her clit as she'd done to me. My cock hangs heavy between my legs, throbbing and begging to find its way home inside her, but I want her dripping for me.

"Slate, fuck," she rasps, and my eyes close under the rippled pleasure in her tone, the beast inside eating it whole. Taking it as a penance for her sins against us both.

"More! Please, I need more!" She begs, her legs digging into my back from where they rest over my shoulders.

I lift my face away, making a show of licking her off my face, leaving the rest of her arousal proudly on my beard.

Straightening, her legs wrap around my hips for leverage. When her hands find her breasts, I nearly lose control of myself. I tease through her pussy with my cock.

"I'm not wearing a fucking condom." It's as simple as that. "I want to know that I've marked you in the most carnal way."

"I'm not on birth control," she breathes, eyeing me questioningly.

"I don't fucking care. I'm fucking you raw or not at all. You're mine, and you'll take what I give you."

"Whatever you want, Daddy."

I close my eyes to gather my fucking wits before I push inside of her. I'm difficult with her, and I know she can take it. I know it's how she wants it.

"Yes! Fuck!" she yells, hands finding my arms, nails digging in. "Do I feel good, Daddy?"

It's like she was made for me.

"You feel like nirvana." She grips my cock like a glove, almost too much for sanity. Her inner walls flutter against me with each shift of her body, muscles caressing me as I fuck against them.

I lean over her on the table, hands planted next to her head as I grind into her as hard as I can. "This pussy is mine."

"Yours," she agrees.

"This dick is yours."

Her eyes finally lock on me, feral ferocity waving at me within them as she growls, "Mine."

I've felt nothing like the shiver of pleasure that travels the highway of my spine at her claim on me.

I fuck into her harder, giving her an even pace to come for me. I'm impatient for her to let me feel her tumble over the edge, but if she needs to take her time, so be it.

Leaning down, I bite her shoulder, moving to her neck and biting it harder. Her nails dig into the flesh on my sides, drawing blood. My cock twitches inside her. I bite her jaw, working my way to her lips, and kissing her hard. Her tongue lashes at mine, and I groan gutturally.

The ripples around me get tighter, more frequent. "You going to come for me, baby girl?"

"Yes, Daddy. Yes, yes!" She's quickening it along, grinding against me, taking just what she needs.

"Well, don't make Daddy wait. Come for me." She arches off the table and into me, her body latching around me. I fight the quakes in her inner muscles as I keep my pace, losing my fight with my release as I thrust deep into her, bottoming out as ropes of cum coat her.

"Oh, my god!" she breathes as our movements grow languid and lazy. "There are no other words. I'm sorry."

I chuckle, bruising her mouth, kissing her deeply with every ounce of feeling I can't capture with words.

When I pull back, I breathe her in. Breathe us in. Because the room smells of us. And it's going to become my favorite fragrance.

"And now you take me to meet the mob," she says, and I laugh. It's the most unbridled laugh I've let loose in as long as I can remember.

She moans as my cock moves inside her. "Please, don't do that. So sensitive."

I move inside her, pulling out and then slowly pressing back in.

"Never mind, don't stop," she begs.

"Greedy little whore."