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"Yeah?"

"I love this. How good I feel. How you all treat me." He shook his head. "Does it really have to stop?"

As I searched his face, I knew I didn't have an answer for him. I wanted us to keep going, of course I did, but I knew that reality wasn't so kind. When we returned home, all of this would stop.

"Let's focus on what we have for now. Okay?"

Jack nodded. "Yes, Daddy." He held up his wrists. "Can you let me out? I have to go pee."

"Want me to help you do it?"

His face bloomed red. "No!" He laughed. "Well, not yet. Maybe later."

"Understandable."

I released Jack from his bondage. He tugged his shorts up his thighs before he wobbled toward my bedroom door. I watched as Jack slipped away, my heart stuck in my throat.

Letting him go is going to be a problem.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CIAN

Jack ranright past me headed for the bathroom. His cheeks were flushed and there was a light sheen of sweat coating his body. I caught him right before he made it to the bathroom.

"Ugh let me go Cian. I have to piss."

I shook my head. "Try again."

"You have got to be shitting me right now. I will piss on you."

I shoved him against the wall crowding into his space. He smelled like sex, the best scent in the world in my opinion. "Who said I wouldn't be into that?"

Jack groaned, wiggling against the door. "You're a fucking pervert."

"Says the slut." I wrapped my hand around his throat and pressed my body against his. "Did he make you cum?"

Jack squirmed, his gaze no longer meeting mine. I didn't need to ask but now I just wanted to watch Jack flounder for the answer.

"If you don't tell me, I'm going to tell Ronan that you've been swearing."

"You wouldn't," Jack hissed.

"I would."

He searched my face as if he wasn't sure if I'd tell on him or not. Normally I wouldn't. I was all for rule-breaking but when it came to Jack, I wanted to see him be punished. It was entirely too much fun.

"Crap. Yes. Happy now?"

No, I wasn't. For a man who was such a stickler about rules, Finnian was perfectly happy breaking mine. It was one thing when Jack did it and another when Finnian did. Fine, then, there was no reason why I needed to hold back.

"You fucked up twice already."

"How?" Jack's breathing was irregular, his pupils blown as he attempted to glare at me.

"What are you supposed to call me?"

His brows furrowed for a second before they shot up. "Shit. Daddy Cian."

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