Page 94 of Caged Bird

Because she was mine. She was always fucking mine. Even when she thought she wasn’t.

Her making goo-goo eyes at my brother didn’t make me feel very generous. But the part of me that fed on control and other people’s fear was pleased. At least until I noticed the kid standing in the corner of the room looking as stupid and mute as ever.

I flopped down on the bed, trying not to think about whether the sheets were clean or not, and flicked on the TV. “Sit there.” I pointed to the patch of dirty carpet in front of the screen. “Don’t move until I say you can.”

Otis did exactly what I said, like the well-trained, obedient little dog he was.

I felt nothing for the kid. Never had. Never would. But his presence had been the best way of controlling his mother’s behavior, and it got me hard, just thinking about Fawn crying over her precious baby, lost to her forever.

It was the only way she’d learn. So when I took her back, she’d remember her place was with me.

I got stiff over the thought of having her back on my cock, fucking her hard, making her scream, licking away her tears.

Audrina was still strutting around in her stupid too-tall heels that reminded me of the ones Fawn had worn, when she’d been slutting herself around, swinging on stripper poles for all of fucking Saint View to gawk at. I grabbed Audrina’s arm, pulling her down on top of me. I yanked at her skirt with one hand, lifting the fabric to expose her tiny G-string.

“Eddie!” She slapped my hands away. “Your son is in the room!”

I grabbed her again, ripping the tiny piece of lace off her hairless pussy. “Who cares? You want my dick, sweetheart. You want Daddy to fill you up and put a baby in you, don’t you?”

I’d fuck this stupid bitch every which way until her belly was fat with my kid. The kid who would inherit the Guerra fortune, now that the prick’s older kids had up and left him.

The fortune I would control, as his only parent with a brain.

Audrina’s giggle grated on my nerves. But I yanked my pants down, taking out my dick. She went to straddle me, but if I had to put up with her obnoxious shit, she could at least suck my cock with those thick lips all slicked up, red and pouty.

She went to say something, but I pushed her head down, choking her with my dick.

I hissed at the warmth of her mouth and thrust my hips up, fucking her face, fingers twisted in her hair to keep her in place.

When I let her up, her makeup was smudged, and a jolt of hate hit me. She was the complete opposite of Fawn. And all I felt was disgust.

I wanted my woman back. I’d left her barely more than twenty-four hours earlier.

But Fawn had to learn her lesson. She had to learn her place.

And I had a job to do.

I dragged Audrina down onto the bed, shoving her face into the mattress so I didn’t have to look at her. I shoved her legs apart roughly, drawing her hips up to meet my cock, getting a flash of her gleaming pussy.

“Oh, Daddy, yes! Fuck me hard and deep, baby.”

I sank my cock into her, slapping her tight, round ass. “Shut up and take Daddy’s dick like the little ho you are.”

She moaned like a slut. “Tell me how you’re going to kill my husband.”

I grinned and drove into her. “That turn you on? Knowing how I’m going to put a bullet in his brain? Leave him bleeding out on the floor? Maybe I’ll fuck you on his bed before we move the body. Just so the old prick’s ghost can watch his missus take my big, thick cock.”

The greedy bitch put her fingers between her legs, fiddling with herself, getting off on how we were going to take out her husband.

It would have normally pissed me off to see her taking pleasure for herself instead of concentrating on mine, like a good woman should. But I got excited by it too, and I thrust into her harder, our skin slapping together, until she shouted that she was going to come.

I didn’t care. I came hard, shuddering into her, my head spinning in the process. “You’re mine, Fawn.”

The woman froze beneath me. Then shoved me off her, flipping over to glare at me. “Fawn? You fucking asshole! Did you just call me your wife’s name?”

I rolled over and found a pack of cigarettes and pulled one out, lighting it up with the lighter I’d left inside the little cardboard box. “Whatever. We both know that when you call me Daddy, it’s Guerra you’re thinking of.”

Her chest heaved with indignation, and she slapped my bicep. “You asshole. I didn’t even come!”

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