Page 38 of Lesson on Depravity

“Why the change?” the man says with a tone of skepticism. “Pigs are flying. The world is ending, and I am in an alternative universe. The answer is still no.”

“I wasn’t giving you an option.”

“I wasn’t aware this is a negotiation.”

Daddy’s eyebrows furrow, but it’s not enough to show he’s angry or impatient. From what I can tell, this is someone who had been dealing with Daddy for a long time to know the small hints of knowing when to stop joking around.

“I’m not bringing the heat to my men, Alistair.” His voice turns mechanical and his tone gets more emotionless.

“You can’t handle it?” Daddy’s mockery receives a growl from the other end.

I duck my head into his collarbone, breathing his scent and closing my eyes. Daddy and the man’s voice become clearer and more focused as they continue.

“I came in with RPGs recently,” Daddy remarks, finger casually going through my hair as if he’s not conducting an illicit conversation about weapons.

I’m not that sheltered. I know what a rocket-propelled grenade is. The damage that weapon can do is massive, and it will be noticeable, and whatever this job Daddy wants the man to do, he wants it to be publicly known.

“Now we’re talking.” The man says with a laugh. “Those don’t come often, and they are expensive. This must be an urgent job.”

“Make it worth the price.” Daddy confirms, his dark eyes cast me a knowing look.

I kiss his neck, my green eyes meeting his in confusion. Whatever the job is, Daddy is willing to omit the money for the favor from someone who is a customer than Daddy’s own trusted men.

“The wall street couple, recently on the news about false advertisement.”

Daddy predicts my shocked gasp and muffles my mouth with his big hand, and he tips my face to him as his grip brings discomfort to my jaw.

“Ah, that beautiful woman and her stocky husband, eh?” the man laughs. “Jessabelle, was it? Words travel, Alistair. That woman is the reincarnation of evil. You have my guarantee.”

The man calmly adds, “Even I have ethics. Animals are off-limits. Everyone practically knows she had fucked with your pet. I remember her name was Coco, right? Cute girl, she snatched my breath with the pretty greens.”

I understand why everyone thinks I’m some sort of animal. My name doesn’t help either, but it’s a name that Daddy game, and I’ll wear it with pride.

“Get it done.” Daddy’s command ends with the call, and he drops his hand on my lips.

We sit in silence, the minutes ticking away as he steals my breath with kisses. His lips demand I let his tongue in, my nose taking in his scent as his hand lock around my face to keep me there.

“No one makes my princess cry and live to tell the tale.”

“You make me cry, Daddy,” I bravely point out, panting with red lips.

“It’s a privilege only I’m allowed to have.”

Unreasonable with tyrant manners, Daddy is unapologetic.

“That’s mean.” I pout with a laugh.

I should be running out the door at his possessive behavior that borders on psychopathic tendencies, but perhaps I’m too in love to let the blindfold fall from my eyes to see just how monstrous he truly is.

Epilogue

Coco

One Year Later.

“Daddy, no, not here.” I push at his chest, mewling from his lips latching onto my neck.

The first two buttons of my blouse are open, showing the edges of my lacy bra and skirt hiked up to my hips. My arms shake around his neck, trembling at the soreness on my tailbone as the desk digs into my skin.

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