Chapter 30

Corbin

I walk into the garage, grab Mutt by the throat and pin him against the nearest wall. I then lift him up off his feet.

“This place is not a fucking back alley for heroin deals,” I growl at him. “We will move it. We will separate it. We will take our cut of the money as need be. But we are not going to be low-level dealers who end up spending our entire lives in jail!”

Mutt can’t talk but tries.

His face is bright red.

I wait for the shades of purple to show up before I release my hold on him.

He coughs and gags, then collapses to the floor, weeping.

“I see some fucking low-life shit like that again and I will fucking kill you, Mutt. This place is mine. The business. The money. The heroin. You’re nothing now. Do you understand me?”

I kick him in the ribs and he cries out.

I grab for the garage door and shut that bay just in case a customer shows up.

I don’t need them to find my moronic cousin on the floor, crying his eyes out like a little bitch because he got caught trying to deal heroin from the fucking parking lot of my business.

On top of that…

I look up and curl my lip.

Oh, my Katie girl… you fucking sexy snoop.

I move onto the bed and across.

She’s seated on the edge of the other side, her back toward me.

She watched me. I felt her watching me.

I wonder how truthful my Katie girl will be with me.

I know she saw what just happened.

When I touch her right bare shoulder, her skin breaks out with goosebumps. I lower my mouth down and kiss her shoulder. Then up to her neck. I bite at her ear and growl.

She needs to get dressed and leave. She needs to function as normal for a little bit.

I press my fingers against the left side of her face, turning her head to the right so I can have her mouth.

Her breath tastes like sleep and coffee.

We’re not three seconds into the kiss when she has the nerve to pull away from me.

“I saw you from the window,” she says. “I stood and watched. I thought you were running the garage, Corbin. I thought you were…”

I grab her hair and pull her back across the bed.

She screams and drops her coffee mug onto the bed. The coffee pools and stains instantly. I don’t give a fuck.

The blanket pulls from her body and I look at her perfect tits and her stomach and her cunt. Her legs kick and thrash as she screams that she’s sorry.

I drag her off the bed and throw her down to the floor.

“Hands and knees, Katie,” I yell.

She does as she told.

“What the fuck did you see?”

“Everything,” she says.

I swat my hand and crack it against her right ass cheek.

Her body jerks forward and she groans.

“ Everything is not a fucking proper answer, Katie,” I say. “Tell me what you saw. Look at me and tell me right now.”

My Katie girl looks back and up at me. “There were two motorcycles. You punched one guy and then the other pulled out a gun.” She swallows hard. “You cut that biker’s wrist and then slammed his face down over and over.”

“What else did you see?”

“The first biker. He had a cut on his face. From your punch. Then you handed him something.”

“What did I hand him, Katie?”

“I don’t know.”

I swing my hand and smack her right ass cheek again.

She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head.

“Fuck,” I growl.

Her ass gets two more cracks from my bare hand.

“Tell me what I gave that man,” I say.

“It was some kind of package? I swear I don’t know.”

“Do you want me to tell you what it was, Katie?”

She swallows hard and nods. “Yes.”

“You want to be dragged right into the depths of hell. Are you insane or are you in love?”

Her lips quiver. Her eyes well with fresh tears.

“Come here,” I tell her.

I sit down on the edge of the bed.

My Katie girl turns to face me. I reach for her arms and pull her closer to me. Her hands are on my lap. She’s staring up at me. So beautiful.

“Open my jeans, darling,” I say. “Take out my cock and stroke it all over your face.”

Doing as commanded, my Katie girl opens my jeans. She gives them a little bit of a tug and wrestles her right hand into them, touching my thick, heavy root. I have to lean back and assist her, inching my jeans down far enough to allow my cock to spring free.

She gasps as the sight of my cock. As though she’s never seen it before.

She wraps both hands around me and begins to pump up and down, not wasting a second of time for speed.

I slide my hands into her hair and I pull her head back.

She opens her mouth and sighs.

“Don’t even let it run through your head for a second about my life and what I’m doing. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she purrs.

Her hands move faster and faster on my heavy shaft.

“You’re part of this now, Katie. Just like you were before.”

“I know,” she whispers.

I take a deep breath and watch her hands stroking up and down my cock.

Her right hand grasps at the head of my cock, squeezing and twisting perfectly.

“Get some fucking spit on it,” I tell her.

She opens her hands and pops up and over my cock.

I listen to her mouth moving, collecting saliva.

Then she spits. Right onto my cock.

Her right hand smears her spit down but it’s not enough.

I grab the back of her head and drive her mouth down on top of me.

She whimpers and her left hand claws at my leg.

“Guess your mouth still isn’t used to me yet,” I say.

Her mouth will never be used to me. It’ll always be painful at first. Her jaw is not meant to stretch like it is, but she has no choice.

I groan as she takes my cock.

Her mouth is warm and welcoming. She’s messy and slobbering, just what I need from her.

“Up and off,” I order and pull at her hair.

She pops off my cock and puts her head back, her cheeks flushed. She blinks fast, chasing away some wetness.

Her hands grasp my cock again and she moves faster and harder than before.

I feel myself almost there.

“All over your face, Katie,” I whisper to her. “Got that?”

“Yes,” she says.

“Good girl,” I say. “My beautiful Katie girl. My cum will be your makeup for today.”

I groan from the depths of my stomach and a hot spurt of cum shoots out of my cock. It slaps my Katie girl at her hairline, but mostly on her forehead. She groans and pumps me some more. The next rope of cum hits her right cheek. Then another at the left side of her mouth. She sticks her tongue out and she aims my cock, wanting my cum for breakfast.

By the time I’m done, she’s smothered in me.

I push her hands away from my cock, stand up and look down at her.

“I’ll call for a ride to take you back home,” I say. I reach down and dip my right hand into my own cum on her cheek. I make circles and draw a line down to her mouth. She sucks the cum off my fingertip. “You need to go to work, Katie. But I will see you again tonight. I’m going to take you out somewhere.”

Her mouth moves but she doesn’t speak.

She wants to know if this is a date.

Somewhere inside her beautiful body is a beautiful heart. A heart capable of loving and meant to be loved.

I don’t give a fuck about her heart.

I want her cunt. I want her tits. I want her mouth. I want her ass.

She can fall in love with me just like she did before.

As long as I get what I want from her.