Page 104 of Mob Knight

“Would he do that?”

“I don’t think so. He’s sworn he wouldn’t. But you know arranged syndicate marriages happen for many reasons, and one of them is safety for the leader’s family. I don’t know if he’ll agree.”

“You wouldn’t marry me if he disapproves?”

“Of course I’m marrying you. It’ll just complicate things. I’d understand if you don’t want to.”

I yelp as his hand wraps around my throat. There’s no pressure. I just didn’t expect it.

“You just doubled your punishment, little girl. I’m going to heat your arse until you can’t sit for a week. Never suggest I don’t want you or a life with you. You’ll remember that every time I fuck a baby into your belly, which I might do every year for the next forty if that’s what it takes to remind you, you belong to me just like I belong to you. Every inch of you is mine. Mine to protect. Mine to love. Mine to do whatever the feck I want. And what I want is our life together.”

“I like how you won’t say fuck in front of me unless we’re talking about sex. It’s endearing. You say the most wonderful things.”

I smile as I tug his hand from my throat. He releases me, but he resists moving his hand down my body at first. I draw his palm over my right breast, then down to my cunt. I spread my uninjured leg, so I can guide his fingers into my pussy. I’m soaked after what he said.

“Daddy, I wish your cum was inside me right now. I wish you could paint my ass red right now.”

“Because they’d brand you as mine?”

“Exactly. But I want to leave my cream all over your cock. I want your palm to be sore. Only I get that because you’re mine.”

He pushes back the covers and shifts down the bed. My gaze darts to the closed door.

“Daddy, you can’t?—”

“What’s the rule?”

“Whenever, wherever, however.”

He’s my Dom right now, along with my boyfriend. The angle’s a little weird because of how I’m lying against the pillows,but he makes it work. He kneels before leaning forward, resting on one forearm. I watch him push down his boxer briefs enough for his cock to spring free. His lips latch onto my clit and suck so hard I cover my mouth with both hands to smother my scream. He grazes his teeth over it as he fists himself.

My right hand reaches for him even though I know my arm’s not long enough. He knows I hate it when he deprives me of pleasuring him. He’s starting my punishment now. It’s divine torture. He gets me close, then pulls away. Through it all—four rounds of it—he strokes himself. My left hand continues to cover my mouth while my right hand clutches the sheets.

“Open your mouth. You’re going to take every drop. It’s going to brand you from the inside, but it won’t be where you want. Why?”

“Because you decide, Daddy.”

“That’s right, and your needy little cunt will wait until I’m ready for you to take my cum. It won’t be until after I fuck you in the arse, and that won’t be until you’re healed.”

“That could be weeks!”

“And I could have gone the rest of my life without you. A few weeks is nothing compared to several decades.”

I open my mouth as wide as I can. Any protests I could make evaporate with his words and the distress I see on his face. He shifts to straddle my ribs as best he can. His cock slides down my throat, and I wrap my lips around him. I suck as hard as I can as I watch his head fall back, the cords in his neck straining. I swallow his load, my tongue licking him clean when I feel no more cum slide down my throat.

He stretches out beside me, his touch feather soft as he caresses my chest and tits. When he toys with my nipples, it makes me think of the babies I want to nurse. If I’d rushed into the apartment the way I’d planned, I’d probably be dead. I pushed the door open an inch or two. Sean was slower, so hecould peek into my place first. That’s likely what saved us. The door wasn’t open all the way.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“I know you are,cailín. You’re forgiven because I love you unconditionally. But your punishment stands, so you remember I won’t accept any risk to you, even if it comes from your mistakes.”

I can’t fight the yawn that escapes. He’s extremely careful as he rolls onto his back and brings me with him. He ensures his legs don’t bump my injured one as I settle my head against his chest.

“Sleep, little one. Then we’ll call your father.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Cormac

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