Page 94 of Mob Knight

“I will never expect you to narc on your family. I will never demand—never ask—you to share family secrets about your father and brother’s business arrangements or how they lead their syndicate. But I expect you to tell me immediately anything and everything that happens that could endanger you and the family we’ll have.”

“You still want a family with me?”

I tip her chin up.

“I want a family with my wife.”

Her eyes open so wide I think I can see every inch of them.

“That isn’t a proposal, but I wouldn’t have brought you this close to my family and me if I haven’t seen a future with you since the beginning. Knowing your family connection now, you’ve felt the same way.”

“I have. I wouldn’t have risked so much if my heart didn’t know my future’s with you. Daddy, I feel guilty for not telling you earlier. You’re handling all of this with kindness and patience. I should have trusted you. I’m sorry.”

Tears well in her eyes again, and it breaks my heart. I hate knowing she fears anything, but it shreds me that she’s scared about our relationship.

“You’ve trusted me since the moment we met. I respect your decision because I would have made the same one. But I don’t think you’re forgiving yourself for whatyoubelieve you did wrong. I don’t want you to hold on to that. I’m going to make love to you or fuck you—whichever you need—then I’m going to spank you. Hard. I don’t believe you need a punishment, but you believe you do. Once I’m done, this is done. You don’t need to feel guilty about something you didn’t do, and you certainlywon’t need to feel guilty after your act of contrition. You will not punish yourself any further.”

I know I sound controlling as fuck. I know I’m commanding her feelings. But the relief on her face tells me I was right. I’d rather dole out a punishment I don’t think she needs than let her punish herself far more severely than a paddle across her arse. I’d normally deny her any orgasms before or after a punishment, but I want her to know I love her. That I’ll do anything for her, not only to keep her safe but to make her happy. That I’ll share any and all of her burdens.

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for not making me feel guilty about this and thank you for not making me feel bad about my twisted emotions. Today’s been a lot, and I don’t feel like I’m thinking straight. I need to clear my mind, and letting you be in control allows me to do that.”

She reaches back and pulls both of my hands from where they’ve settled, cupping her arse. She entwines our fingers.

“What do you need, Cormac? You’re giving without taking. I don’t want to take without giving.”

“I need that control. I need to know you feel loved and cherished. I need to know you’re okay.”

“Those are all things that come from you taking care of me. I want to know what I can do for you. How can I take care of you?”

“Love me.”

We finished our bath while I edged her. She’s so aroused as I carry her to our bed, she’s practically vibrating with need. She’s kissing along my neck, and I can barely focus enough to put one foot in front of the other. Since she’s so short, and I’m so tall, sometimes it’s difficult to kiss when we’re standing. But she’swrapped around me, and it’s like having a feather resting on me. I’d easily carry her around with me all day, every day.

Fucking hell.

She’s tugging on my earlobe, and I’m ready to come as I walk. I’m as on edge as I made her. Denying her is one pleasure while in another way, torment. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to come as badly as I do now.

I pull back the covers and climb onto the bed, laying her back against the pillows before settling over her. We watch each other for a long time, then we move together as our lips meet. It’s another explosive kiss like the one she gave me, but we’re taking turns leading. I rock my hips, and she lifts hers to meet mine. But we’re slow, and I’m keeping it light.

“Do I make love to you, or do I fuck you?”

“Both?”

I smile because that’s what I want too, but I’d have done whatever she asked.

“Hold on to the headboard. If you let go, I risk hurting you. I don’t want to push your head into it.”

This isn’t about being kinky or me deciding how everything’s going to go.

“It’ll be rough, but I’m not your Dom, Joey. I’m your boyfriend who loves you more than anything.”

“I know, Cor. I’m not submitting to you, but I want it rough too. I need that.”

“So do I.”

She needs to know I still want her as much as I always have. That I’d devour her whole if I could. I need the same thing from her. Once she’s gripping the headboard, I draw back, almost pulling out, then slam my cock into her cunt as hard as I dare. She screams, her head tipping back into the pillow.

“Yes!”

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