Page 32 of Say You're Mine

She nods, closing the door softly behind her. "I'm so sorry, June. I wanted to be here sooner, but my father... he took a turn for the worse. I had to go home, to be with my family..."

I shake my head, cutting off her explanation. "You don't owe me an apology, Sarah. I'm just glad you're here now. I was starting to worry they'd gotten to you, made you disappear like they do with anyone who poses a threat to their sick little games."

Sarah's mouth tightens, her eyes hardening with resolve. "They'll never turn me, June. I'm in this until the end, no matter what. In fact, that's why I'm here now. I have news."

She glances over her shoulder at the door, lowering her voice to a barely audible whisper. "Dante Corleone has taken an interest in your case. He's the one who called in a favor, got me reinstated here despite Faulkner's objections. I think... I think he wants to help."

I feel a flicker of something dangerously close to hope, my heart rate picking up. Dante Corleone. The most powerful crime lord in the city, a man feared and respected in equal measure. If he's truly on our side...

"What does he want?" I ask, my mind racing with possibilities. "What's his angle?"

Sarah shakes her head. "I'm not entirely sure. But from what I've gathered, he has a personal stake in taking down your mother and her empire."

I nod slowly, pieces of the puzzle beginning to slot into place. I've heard whispers of the ruthless Corleone's, dark rumors of betrayal and vengeance. If Dante sees this as his chance to take out a player...

"Alright," I say, my voice low and intense. "What's our play? How do we use this to our advantage?"

Sarah leans in close, her breath hot against my ear. "We need to gather more intel, map out every inch of this place and the key players in your mother's operation. Dante has eyes and ears everywhere, but even he can't move against her without ironclad evidence of her crimes."

I feel a grin tugging at the corners of my mouth, sharp and feral. "Evidence, huh? I think I might know just where to start."

The next few days are a blur of covert activity, stolen moments where Sarah and I pool our knowledge, piecing together the damning puzzle of my mother's empire brick by rotten brick. Guard schedules, security codes, the names and dossiers of high-ranking officials in her pocket... it's painstaking work, every scrap of information hard-won and precious as gold.

But even as we make progress, the specter of discovery looms large, a constant shadow threatening to swallow us whole. There are close calls, heart-stopping moments where we're nearly caught red-handed by patrolling guards or suspicious orderlies.

In those moments, when the adrenaline sings high and panicked in my veins, I find myself thinking of Cara with a desperation that borders on madness. The silk of her hair slipping through my fingers, the ripe curve of her lips parting on a moan as I bury myself deep inside the welcoming heat of her body...

It's a fever, an obsession, the only thing that keeps me sane amidst the depravity and degradation that has become my daily existence. And in the dead of night, when I'm alone with nothing but my thoughts and the aching need pulsing like a living thing in my veins...

I give in to it.

I wrap my hand around my cock, already hard and leaking at the mere thought of her. I conjure the memories, the endless reel of moments where I've lost myself in her, where the rest of the world faded away until it was just us, just flesh and sweat and the obscene slap of skin on skin.

The way her nails rake down my back as I pound into her, my name falling from her lips like a prayer and a curse. The taste of her, musky and sweet on my tongue as I lap at her dripping cunt, my fingers twisted deep in her molten core. The beautiful, broken sounds she makes when I tease her, bringing her to the brink again and again until she's sobbing, begging for release...

I stroke faster, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I chase the memories, the tantalizing promise of oblivion. I imagine her here with me, her small, strong hand wrapped around my dick, her storm-grey eyes flashing with wicked promise as she works me with single-minded focus.

"That's it, baby," she purrs, her voice a smoky rasp that sends shivers down my spine. "Let go for me. Come for me, June..."

With a strangled grunt, I explode, hot jets of cum painting my fist and splattering across my heaving abdomen. For one blissful, transcendent moment, there is no pain, no fear, no cold dread churning in my gut. There is only pleasure, bright and blinding, and the all-consuming love I hold for this incredible, indomitable woman.

But all too soon, reality comes crashing back in, the temporary reprieve shattering like sugar glass as the door slams open.

The sudden intrusion shattering the tenuous peace of my post-orgasmic haze. I scramble to cover myself, but it's too late. Dr. Faulkner stands in the doorway, his face twisted in a grotesque mask of sadistic glee.

"Well, well," he sneers, his eyes roaming over my exposed flesh with undisguised disgust. "What have we here? The great Juniper Deveaux, reduced to rutting like a beast in his own filth."

Shame and rage sour my gut; my cheeks burning with humiliation even as my hands clench into fists at my sides.

I want to lash out, to wipe that smug smirk off his face with a well-placed blow, but I force myself to remain still, to weather the storm of his mockery with gritted teeth and a carefully blank expression.

Faulkner takes a step into the room, his polished shoes clicking against the concrete floor.

"Did you really think we wouldn't know?" he asks, his voice dripping with condescension. "That we wouldn't see every depraved little fantasy playing out in that diseased mind of yours?"

He taps a finger against his temple, his smile widening. "The machine, dear boy. It sees all, knows all. Every filthy thought, every twisted desire... it's all laid bare before us."

Dread slithers down my spine, a creeping horror that threatens to choke the air from my lungs.

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