Page 39 of Mob Saint

“What did you just say about my girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend? Bullshit.”

“I don’t need to know what you said to make her cry. I can guess. That was a mistake. That’s the only mistake you get to make. Do not call her. Do not text her. Do nothing to contact her again. I promise you, that would be a mistake you don’t want to make. She’s been faithful to your relationship and ended things with you rather than disobey you. You have no right to make her feel badly about moving on. You’re a fool to talk about her with anything but the highest praise. Besides the physical pain she’s agreed to, have you made her cry before?”

Tiera pulls back and tries to grab the phone from me. I straighten and hold it out of her reach. I shoot her a warning glare. Her response tells me everything. I was displeased a moment ago. Now I’m pissed.

“That’s none of your business.”

“It is when you’ve made my girlfriend cry. Stay away from Tiera. You do not want to discover just how defensive I can get when it comes to her. You will never make her cry again.”

“But I will make her scream when she comes. Just like I have for years. You won’t last. You talk a big game now. But she’s broken. That’s why she’s found no one else who could want her. That’s why she likes to be degraded. She knows what she is.”

My head may explode.

“Come near Tiera, and you won’t get your dick up ever again.”

I hang up before I can say something I can’t take back. Something that could be held against me in a court of law. I hang up before he says something that’ll make me kill him. I toss the phone on the bed and pick Tiera up. She squeaks and wraps her legs around my waist.

“Seamus, put me down. I’m too big to be hefting around. I know you said you can carry Cormac, but that’s not the same.”

“You’re right. It isn’t. Cormac’s heavy arse is annoying. Your arse is the finest I’ve ever seen.”

Her eyes dart to the door before looking at me.

“You didn’t leave the door open on purpose? To let me watch you?” I sound disbelieving.

“I didn’t think about whether it closed all the way. I live alone. I rarely close it. I thought I’d shut it enough because I knew you were out there. I didn’t check.”

“I’m glad you didn’t. I enjoyed watching every inch of you I could see. I look forward to seeing the front of you too. In fact, I feel a little robbed that I didn’t. Tiera, I don’t have a type. I’m not making some exception for you. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you walk past me in that courtroom. My cock’s never had that much of a mind of its own. I buttoned my suit coat before I stood when I cross-examined you because I knew if I stood first, you and the judge would see how hard I was for you.”

I rub her against my dick.

“I was just like this. You do this to me. Tiera, I haven’t been with anyone since I met you. But I have jerked off. A lot. More than I have since I was like fourteen. I’m always thinking about you. Picturing you.”

“Wonderful. You have an idea of what I look like. I doubt it matches what you’ll find.”

“I saw more than you think, and I like all of it. Do you think I got hard arguing with him? I was hard when I came in here, and I’m hard now.”

“You do things to me, too.”

She smiles, and it’s like the sun came out after days of darkness. I perch on the bed, and I wipe the last of her tears. It rips at my heart to think anyone—especially someone like her Dom, who is supposed to make her feel good about herself—makes her doubt how special she is.

“Seamus, what he said about what I like. I?—”

She snaps her mouth shut and looks away.

“Do you want vanilla or more between us?”

“Definitely not vanilla. But you told me you don’t want me as your sub. What do you want between us?”

“I’d like to explore what we both enjoy and what we want to share. Are there things that are off limits?”

“Not really. Just the really hard-core taboo.”

“What are your hard limits?”

“Anything that will make me too sore to play soccer.”

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