Page 139 of Morally Gray Daddies

FUCK.

Damn him for knowing me so well. For knowing exactly what to say. How to break me. I gritted my teeth together as tears burned the corners of my eyes and sobs built in my chest.

Fuck this. I wouldn't give in. I couldn't. That wasn't what this was about. I was on a mission, and it wasn't going to get derailed just because Fin showed up and started saying things. Things that would have gotten to me once upon a time. Yes, he knew how to push my buttons, but I wasn't the same person I’d been back then.

“Fuck you,” I burst out, shoving him out of my way and returning to the bed where Sabrina was still tied down.

“Fuck you,” I muttered again, as I stripped out of my clothes and lined my cockhead up with her entrance. “You think I fucking care what you do to me? You think I haven’t already had ten times worse done by the corrupted fucks in this town? You think I didn’t pretend they were you, just to get through it, Fin? Fuck you.”

Shaking my head as if I could get Fin’s words and the memories they brought forth off my body, I turned my attention back to Sabrina. My beautiful girl. The one who’d been the one good thing in my life. The one I would have—did do—anything for.

A tear escaped and fell down my cheek. I didn’t wipe it away. “I needed you,” I told her. My voice cracked. “I needed you.”

A tear fell down her cheek, too. I hated the way she was looking at me. Her eyes were full of pity. I couldn’t have that. I wanted the fear. I wanted the pain. I wanted her to feel what I’d felt. I needed to be the villain in her story. Because at least if I was the bad guy for real, there’d be a reason for her to abandon me. There’d be a reason we didn’t end up together.

I needed there to be a reason. A different reason than me going to jail. A real reason.

“You abandoned me,” I growled. “You lied to me.” The rage felt good. Comforting. It was an emotion that made sense.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Her hands rubbed over the top of my head. “I’m sorry, Damon. I was just a kid. We were just kids.”

I shook my head. Feelings welled up. Bile rose in my throat. Fuck this shit. “Shut up,” I growled. “Just shut up! Just…”

There was nothing left to say. This was a game they were playing. To bring out my emotions. To fuck with my head. To make me forget why I was here. What I wanted. What I deserved.

“So you and Fin?” Sabrina asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “I had no idea. All this time, I never knew.”

“Big surprise,” I scoffed, reaching for the duct tape. “Big fucking surprise. Turns out I’m everyone’s dirty little secret.”

I tore off a strip and put it tightly over her mouth so she’d shut the fuck up and stop making me feel things.

When she was finally quiet, I thrust my cock deep inside her tight little pussy and reminded her who she really belonged to.

Daddy’s home.

Chapter Seven

Fin

Sabrina’s eyes met mine over the top of Damon’s head, and thank god for the past six years we’d spent together. I knew her well enough to read the silent message she was sending me. Nodding solemnly, I tried to convey my agreement.

She was okay. She was safe. She loved Damon enough to let him work his shit out. So did I. Did that mean I was going to stand by silently and let him fuck her, with her hands tied up, with her mouth taped shut, with his rage evident in every one of his knotted muscles?

For a while I would.

And then I would keep my promise. My babyboy would get as good as he gave. He’d pretended the men hurting him in jail were me? I both hated that he’d been hurt and loved that I’d been his escape. I both couldn’t bear the thought of his barely legal self being violated and was glad he’d had the memories of us to fall back on.

But now those memories had been sullied. I needed to replace them with new ones. Damon, despite our polar opposite personalities, lifestyles and experiences, had been my best friend. He’d been my home, my safe place, my escape just as much as I’d been his.

Losing him had about killed me. Not being able to tell anyone what he’d really been to me, what we’d been to each other, had been a special kind of hell.

And like Sabrina, I’d been so, so angry with him when he got caught. But unlike Sabrina, I’d known what he was up to, and though I understood why, I’d begged him not to do it. I’d offered him money even so he wouldn’t have to. But he was too damn proud to take my money.

I’d planned to make him, to talk some sense into him, or even to just sneak it on to his person or into his backpack. I’d never gotten the chance.

And that had killed me. So yeah, I’d let him work his shit out for a while, and then I’d work mine out. The same way he was working his out on Sabrina, I’d work mine out with my cock. In his tight ass, in his mouth, with my belt. I’d finally get to say all the things I’d had to hold in. I’d finally have an outlet for the anger and feelings of despair and helplessness that had plagued me for years.

My cock grew hard just thinking about having my babyboy beneath me again. Harder still when I thought about sharing him with the woman we both loved, in our own fucked-up ways.

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