Page 56 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

“Your bloody cunt is dripping on my cock, Laya.”

I grind over his hardness. “It is.” I’m relieved the flow of my period has weakened, as Owen wanted our wedding night free of anything between us despite my insistence on still using a tampon, and I was happy to comply with his possessive demands.

“Laya,” he grits out as his fingers flex beneath mine.

“Please, I want you to shove your cock inside me, Owen.” I squeeze our hands harder, and the thick vein on his temple pulsates, and the cords on his neck coil tight. As I raise myself up, he removes a hand and fists his cock beneath me before swiping it through my wetness. Then he slams me down on his thick length, making me whine at the stretch and intrusion to my already tender pussy.

“Oh Jesus,” I squeak out, and choke when he brings his hand back to my throat.

“Yeah. That’s it.” He grinds his teeth and hisses through his lips. “Take that thick cock, baby girl. Take it deep in your littlecunt.” He powers up into me while I tweak my nipples and watch in euphoria at the way every muscle on his torso contracts.

He uses my body with ease, surging up inside me while his hands guide my body up and down over his broad waist.

“Fuck, you look good riding me, baby. So fucking good.”

“Yes. Yes.”

“I’m going to fuck my babies into you, Laya.” One of his thick palms lands on my stomach, and electricity zaps down my spine at the contact. A promise of our future. Something I want now more than ever. I swirl my hips in encouragement, determined to milk him of his seed.

“Please,” I beg wantonly.

His thrusts become erratic as my pussy contracts. “Say you want it, say you want it as bad as me, Laya.”

“I want it. I want your baby. Please Owen, I want you!” I scream the latter while I shatter around him, clutching his cock so tightly he’s no choice but to follow me over the edge, and when his cum shoots deep inside me, I close my eyes and will our future together.

The one that always should have been.

TWENTY-EIGHT

OWEN

Our hearts beat erratically but in time with one another’s. It’s amazing what a confession can do for you, the way it can pull you closer together or tear you apart.

A heavy feeling lingers in the pit of my stomach, knowing my secrets could destroy us, destroy her, and even though I promised honesty in our relationship, I know deep in my heart she wouldn’t be prepared for this one.

Some secrets are best kept hidden in the dark where they belong, and my mind wanders back in time to when I was thirteen as the realization of my father’s making haunts me.

My feet come to a standstill as I take in the scene around me.

I’ve only been home from boarding school an hour and already want to return. Sickness rolls in my stomach, and my breakfast threatens to make a return. I hate it when I’m summoned to my father’s basement, but it’s a necessity in our family business.

For as long as I can remember, I have been conditioned to take over his empire, yet not one part of me wants to.

Three men line the wall, each of them dressed head to toe in black suits and shirts. They stand with their hands behind their backs and their heads lowered as a mark of respect to my father.

My gaze hits the man chained to the wall. He’s been beaten and is bloody, and I can only hope he has little fight left in him. Knowing he will scream less makes this whole situation easier.

“Owen, come here.” My father points to the spot in front of him, and without hesitation, I move to the exact point he commands me.

“I’d like you to meet someone important. A friend of mine, an ally.” I know that look. I’m to show respect. I’m to be the man I’m destined to be, no matter how much I don’t want it.

At school, I’m free. I can be anything I want to be. My friends see me as Owen, the boy who loves sports, has a mean right hook, and can hold his own. But at home, I enter a cavern of darkness. A world surrounded by the deadliest, and my father in the center of it. His dealings within the underworld have become notorious, but only to those who seek it. To the outside world, he’s a pillar of the community, a businessman who dabbles in the security network.

He fails to mention the forefront of his business is a façade which benefits him and his colleagues equally.

His connections are of benefit to both parties, full of wealth and knowledge while carefully entwining the worlds like only he has the ability to do.

“This is Lorenzo Varros.” He holds out his palm toward his acquaintance, and without prompting, I step forward and hold out my hand.

---