Page 51 of Mob Saint

“Is that so, cailín? Do you think it’s time I got you off again?”

“That would be nice. But I really want to feel your cum in me and how it’ll drip down my legs.”

“You want me to mark you.”

“Yes.”

“Will that make you more confident facing Gareth and his men?”

“Yes.”

“Tiera, you know you don’t need that for me to be by your side, right? You know I won’t abandon you to them. You know I’ll make it clear how things are between us.”

“I know all that, but it would still make me feel better. I think some of it is a perverse pleasure in knowing I have a secret Gareth can’t get out of me and that he can’t ruin.”

That makes me pause.

“Tiera, there’s shite Gareth could and probably will say to hurt you, and it involves me. His sister was my sub for about three months. She was my first one, and it was over the summer of my junior year in college. It didn’t last long because I didn’t trust her not to repeat everything to her brother and dad—even the most intimate things. She has a mouth like a truck driver, so nothing is off limits. If she could gain information for her family, her dad and brother didn’t care if it meant she discussed her sex life.”

“Oh, I know Hillary just fine. The bitch tried to get Aaron to slip away with her at our reception. I found them arguing outside the restroom. I thought he was going to break her arm when she tried to touch him. He didn’t manhandle women, but the things he said about her afterwards told me he thought of her as one of the guys since she treated men the way plenty of guys treat women—like whores.”

“She did that?”

“Yeah, well, they had a past, too. Before he and I became exclusive, he was dating a few other girls off and on. She was one of them. He and I met while we were doing a training at his firehouse. She’d come round to see him. Once he and I started to get to know each other, he stopped seeing the other women. Hillary wasn’t so easily deterred. When she saw us kissing one day, she threw a monumental fit that made the chief ban her from the firehouse. She tried to get him to dump me, but Aaron and I were glued at the hip once we got together. Back then, it was because we loved each other’s company. After we got married, it was to control me because he couldn’t control anything else in his life once Darren got involved.”

She pauses and bites her bottom lip. She turns her head to look over her shoulder and stares at a photo on the dresser. It’s a wedding picture. You’d think that would dry up my arousal to see the woman sitting on my cock looking blissfully happy with another man. It doesn’t. It makes me want to replace him.

She returns her attention to me.

“I was so angry with Darren and felt so betrayed by Aaron that I didn’t stop to think being so controlling was probably Aaron’s way of protecting me. As I think about it now, I suspect he was too proud to ever admit he couldn’t make Darren or Gareth leave me alone. So, his solution was to never let me be anywhere without him. Or at least, that’s what it seemed like. He didn’t keep me from my friends or family, but he didn’t encourage me to go out very often. It felt suffocating, and he used to nitpick about every little thing. Maybe he did it because he was trying to make sure there was nothing that would bait Darren and Gareth. I don’t know. But a lot of the shit from back then suddenly makes sense in a way it couldn’t when I was in the thick of it and during my grief after losing my baby. Even though it wasn’t a happy marriage, and I wanted out, I keep the photo up because it reminds me there’s hope.”

“That makes sense. I’m sorry to bring up a bad memory. I don’t want Gareth blindsiding you or humiliating you by bringing up something you didn’t know about.”

“I appreciate it. You should know I broke up with Keith O’Brien a week before I started seeing Aaron. I did it because I had feelings for Aaron even though I didn’t know if anything would come of them. I told Keith the truth. I told him my feelings weren’t the same as they were when he and I started dating, so I didn’t think it was right to lead him to think there was more between us than there was. We’d only dated a couple months.”

Her jaw clenches, and I don’t know if it’s because of what she just told me or what she’s about to tell me.

“No one but Hillary really knew Aaron at the firehouse because they met while he was at some party her best friend’s brother threw. She never told him her family ties because they were casual. Keith stayed quiet until I started bringing Aaron to family events and introducing him to more people. It was right after I told him what my family is connected to. That was a year and some change after we started dating. It was when we came home from Chicago for a few weeks over the summer after my first year of grad school. Keith cornered him one night and unloaded. He told him pretty much everything about my sex life with Keith. Where we’d done it. How many times we’d done it. What I liked. Aaron beat the shit out of him. It was the one and only time he ever defended me because he just couldn’t ignore what Keith said. It wasn’t like the time he heard Gareth laying into me. It was way worse. I found out later that fight made Darren take notice of Aaron.”

That motherfucker. Keith O’Brien. He’s gotta be at least ten years older than Tiera since he’s close to that much older than me. She told me she started seeing Aaron her senior year of college, so she was probably twenty-one or twenty-two. What the fuck does a thirty-something-year-old want with a twenty-something-year-old college girl? He wants to bang. He fucking used her. No wonder Tiera’s fears and insecurities made her Gareth’s easy target.

“Cailín, did you date anyone else from within the organization?”

“No. Keith was the one and only. I didn’t date much in high school because who were my options? Gareth, who’s younger than me and like a little brother. His best friend, Vince, is close to my age but my uncle. Keith is Gareth’s oldest cousin and seemed so mature compared to the guys I’d see when I came home from college. I hadn’t gone near any O’Briens—the ones with that last name or the ones in the organization—during high school, and I was too scared to date anyone who might find out my family’s in the mob. I dated while I was away at school, but it’s not like the city is that far from Trenton. There were other guys during high school and college, but I wouldn’t call any of them relationships since they never lasted more than a month or two. I was too scared to get serious in case they found out about my family or the O’Briens found out about them. I gained experience, but I never gained a boyfriend. Then I met Aaron, and I was with him for nearly six years.”

“So far, I’ve presumed you want the O’Briens to know we’re together. I haven’t asked. Do you want me there as a bodyguard, a friend, someone you’re seeing, or?—”

“My boyfriend. And not just because you’re bigger than all of them.”

I chuckle. Her answer was adamant, then the words tumbled out as she explained. She must feel my cock twitch as my abs contract because she moans and shifts. I cup her soft, pliable arse. I pull the cheeks apart as I picture fucking her there.

“Daddy, you can have all of me whenever you want.”

“Do you want me to come in your arse?”

“And down my throat and across my tits and in my pussy.”

I gather her hair and wrap it around my fist, tugging it. Her head tilts back, and I graze my teeth up the side of her throat before nipping her earlobe. I squeeze her arse until it has to be painful. She rocks her hips, trying to get the friction she needs.

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