Page 61 of Pawn

I’m the asshole?

Taking a step forward, there’s nowhere for her to go. “If anything ever happened to you, I wouldn’t forgive myself.” Blowing the rest of the smoke out of the corner of my mouth I search her eyes, blurry and glossy but she’s listening. “I’d kill for you, Jo. I already have. Don’t make that be in vain, don’t—” My head falls against hers, my hand on the cold marble tomb behind her.

Her warm hand comes to my chest and I take a moment to catch my breath. Fuck, I didn’t expect my emotions to bleed out on a mausoleum floor. She whispers, “I’m sorry, Damien.” And that makes it worth it. “I’m scared too.”Her hand clenches around my shirt, and I inch closer to her lips. It’s the only thing that’s ever been able to quiet the voices in my mind, the fear in my heart. Jo sighs, her breath reeking of whiskey but I want to drink it all in. “All your business stuff—it’s a lot. I love The Grove, but all this is not me. And I’m not even sure if it’s you either.”

“What do you mean?” My left hand wanders up her side, lifting the hem of her dress. I want to feel her. I need to feel her. “It’s my name. This business is all my family has.”

“You’re all my family has.” She gazes right into my eyes and it’s pulling at my heart. Pulling at my cock. “I wasn’t losing you to Marion and I want to help The Grove but I’m not losing you in the process. I’m not losing me either.”

She’s not losing me and I’ll remind her.

My lips land on the side of her face, right by her ear while my hand moves up to her tits, grabbing a hold of that soft, round mound. Taking her nipple between my two long fingers, I squeeze tight until I get that soft moan. “Come with me to New York.”

“New Yor-ahh.” My hand lands between her legs while I twist her perky brown nipple between my fingers. I love the look on her face when she lets me play my game, putting her at my mercy. “Wh-why?”

“Fuck you’re so wet.” I’m as distracted as she is when I stroke her slick clit with two fingers, her hips moving against me, my bulge growing in my pants. “Harvey Richmond. If we get him on our side the deal’s good as done.”

“Damien,” she moans when my fingers plunge inside her. I don’t mean to be talking business right now but I can’t resist. It seems she can’t either, the way she spreads those legs for me, giving me better access.

“I want you by my side when I show this prick I know what I’m doing.” She reaches for my belt, pulling hard. “Just this one last—fuuck.” Her warm hand wraps around my cock.

“I don’t work for you.” She speaks against my lips while she strokes my raging boner with her strong hold. “I’ll go but I’ll handle myself and you handle your business.”

That’s an argument for later. Lifting her leg to my side I push inside her and she lets out a loud cry, the feeling of her wet pussy making me grunt against her lips. “Fuck you feel so good, Jo.” My hand moves from her tits to her throat, pressing her against the marble and the bite of her lip shows me she loves it.

She wraps her arms around me while I hoist the other leg around my waist. My fingers push in her mouth while I thrust into her like a well-oiled machine. “Where are your demands now, huh?” I grunt, pushing my fingers down her throat and it only turns me on that she doesn’t flinch, my cock throbbing deep inside her.

With another hard push, she cries out, her tongue against my fingers while I bottom out inside her, her pussy clamping on my cock before she pants.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I know she’s almost there, her back arching against the marble. This is proof that she’s as fucked as I am. Never thought I’d be fucking the girl of my dreams in our family mausoleum, but here I am. And it feels perfect. “King!”

Shit.

Pinning her body between me and the wall, I can’t hold back anymore. “Jesus,” I groan before a growling sound leaves me, and so does my load. She writhes and squirms as I explode into her, her pussy squeezing out every last drop while she moves her hips on my cock. I smirk, her face all flushed and sexy before I plant another kiss on those perfect lips.

When she’s back from her orgasmic trip, she bites her lip, looking around before she lets out a small laugh. Her face glows in the moonlight.

“Fuck, did we just fuck in front of your parents?” She laughs again, reminding me just how high she is. “We totally just fucked in front of your parents.”

“At least they know I love you.” I give her another kiss, those words making me feel freer and freer the more I say them. “I do love you. That doesn’t change. Even when you piss me off.”

“Same here, King,” she gives me another peck. “Only I could love a sick fuck like you.”

“What are you saying, Rowland?” I love hearing it and she loves to tease it.

“I’m saying, I love you.” she tugs on my shirt and it makes me rock hard all over again. “And you’re my sick fuck.”

Grunting, I pull her legs tighter around me, kissing her again, tasting her tongue. “Let’s go home before we give them another show.”

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“Three hours,” Jo whispers into my ear. “Max.”

“You telling me what to do, Rowland?”

Approaching a server, my hand on the small of her back, I order a couple of rounds of Macallan before lowering my voice to that growl she loves. “I’ll fix that mouth later.” I smile at the server, keeping my voice low. “With my cock down your throat.”

From the corner of my eye, I catch that smirk pulling at her red-painted lips, the golden chandelier above catching the glimmer in her hazel eyes. This musty room reeking of old money has nothing on my girl. Not in the slinky black number she’s wearing, the fabric clinging to her body in all the right places.

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