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"Just like that," he says on a moan. "Keep going, just like that. Put me inside you and take me out. Find your rhythm, Little Girl." And I do. I move my mouth up and down, once, twice, three times, taking him in as far as I can go, lingering on the sensation of how full I am. How wet I am for him.

"Don't move from that spot. Just like that, my eager little girl, just like that."

I stay in the same position for a few seconds, letting him fill my mouth until I move again, finding the pace I can work with. I know it's not what he's used to, but he's not complaining. Every movement of my tongue or my teeth on his member brings some kind of audible reaction, sounds I've never heard from a man.

This is not porn. Everything that happens here is painfully real. His fingers dig into my hair, trying to direct me and help me. I let him. Every time he pushes me too deep, he stops, giving me the opportunity to find my rhythm again.

This Killian is scarier than the one who took my virginity. Who would have thought that a monster could be so tolerant? He continues the patient game until my teeth are scraping his thick cock. It wasn't intentional, but the growl that comes out of him has me wanting to do it again.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to fuck your mouth until you can't breathe. I'm on edge here, Little Girl."

"So don't be good," I taunt him after pulling him from me. "Fuck my mouth, Killer, just like you fucked my cunt."

Chapter twenty-five

Killian

Control is something I live by. I never had a choice in the matter. My father never had a problem teaching it to me. I always sought it myself. Now, however, I'm close to the boiling point. Liam always says that Kai and I need some escape and that we're more dangerous than him because we don't get a reprieve like he does. I never believed he knew what he was talking about until the first time I had this girl who I made a woman under me.

Maricela gave me everything, and she does it again now. Telling the monster to lose the good act is the most reckless thing she could have done, but I can't stop myself from doing just that. Her mouth opens for me in an O as I pump inside of her.

Her little exploration nearly brought me to my knees. She treated my dick like a newfound friend she needed to get to know from all angles, and the fucker liked every moment of it.

"You shouldn't have given me permission to show you who I really am, Little Girl, because now I won't let you go no matter what you do. Your mouth is as good as your little cunt, and next I will take your ass. You'll cry for me. Fuck," I groan, and she tries to mumble something, but I shove myself deeper, taking her air supply. Her life is in my hands, literally.

"I promised you that I would eat your cake," I say and take the slice I cut earlier just to shove it into my mouth. The tangy flavor of the lemon and mint dissolves with the sugar like a perfect symphony, like in one of those operas I went to see with my mother as a child. Emanuel is an asshole. Maricela is a fantastic cook and an even better pastry chef.

She always helps in the kitchen when she visits the Fierro home, and she feeds all the assholes in the school. Knowing Emanuel like I do, I know he's jealous of her talent and her ideas. Maricela could go places. She's beautiful to the point of pain, and her brain is as sharp as a Japanese knife. A dangerous combination indeed. I don't stop as I thrust in and out of her mouth, not letting her regain control. She asked for that, and who am I to deny my little girl?

"Open your eyes for me. I need to see the war within them," I instruct, and bewilderment meets me, but I don't explain myself. I've already given this girl more than I've given anyone else in my entire life. If I give her more, which I know I will, she'll have the power to destroy me.

A single tear and then another fall from her now open eyes. Shit. I won't be able to do this much longer, is my last conscience thought as a grunt leaves me, and when I think she will ask to tap out, she thatches onto my ass with her fingernails, leaving indents in the skin.

"Ah, my little girl is a real whore for my cock. Such a good little slut. Just look at you. You'll let me fill you with my cum, won't you?"

A tiny attempt at a nod has me growling. "I am going to ruin you, Little Girl. You're so mine. You can run and hide, but at the end of the day, you'll surrender willingly. I promise you that. Fuck, you are so wonderful, do you know that?"

I let her breathe for a second, just to see how her saliva sticks to my cock, "Fuck." I sound like an animal as I enter her again, going faster, not caring about anything other than filling her mouth until the singer of Strapping Young Lad yells, "fucker." I glance at my phone, sitting on the kitchen island and contemplate not answering him.

But my usual detached persona comes out to play, even while I keep going, letting the euphoria control my movements, in and out, in and fucking out. Tears and lust meet me in her gaze. Turquoise, fucking turquoise.

"Hello, Father."

"Did they go to the park?" Franco loves to speak in riddles that sound as though they came out of an old mafia movie. Sometimes, I think he really believes he's Al Capone. Capone had a moral code that went something like this: the man on the end of the line is a brute. Nothing more, nothing less. No matter what he thinks about himself.

"Yes, they did," I reply, struggling to keep my voice steady, as I do with my rhythm, but a moan leaves me, making Franco chuckle. If he only knew.

"Good. I need you and the girl home."

"Did something happen?" I ask, growling as the little spitfire carves a blazing trail with her teeth on my dick. I shove myself deeper, making her choke.

"Yes. Serena is bringing her girl into the world earlier than expected. I swear I wish this kid would disappear. The last thing the Fierro family needs is a useless cunt."

My movements become faster and more frantic, letting myself come with an animalistic roar.

"We'll be there." I disconnect and look down at the state of utter debauchery I've left Maricela in. "Little Girl, I'm afraid I'll have to eat you out and fuck you later. Your sister is in labor." If she wasn't so tanned, she would probably be as white as a sheet right now. "Maricela, this is good news," I urge, trying to gauge her reaction.

"It's too early. She has a full month to go." Maricela's mom died after giving birth to her. She must be terrified.

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