Page 114 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

“You’re being such a good little slut.”

I let go of her to free myself, almost groaning in relief as the cool air met my hot skin. My hand curled around her hip, tugging her back against me again.

“I want this pussy, Tink. I want you to fuck yourself on my dick.”

She pulled away from my embrace, spinning on her heels between my legs to face me. Her chestnut eyes were full of heat and need. Ari straddled my lap, holding onto my shoulders before sinking down on me. Her mouth parted with a barely audible whimper.

I wrapped my hand around the leash, tugging her body flush with mine. My other hand slid behind her neck.

“My little fairy,” I murmured, brushing my lips over hers. “I don’t want to spend another day without you.”

“Is it safe for me to come back home… like permanently, not just for tonight?”

Gennaro was still a problem, but I was tired of his interference in my life. Done with playing the good son.

“The honest answer is no, but I have a family dinner tomorrow night and I want to take you.”

She stopped moving and stared at me, her brow furrowing slightly.

“Are you trying to make him angry?”

“Yes, and no. He won’t make a scene in front of my aunt and cousins, but he won’t be happy either.”

Her hands tightened on my shoulders.

“Zayn, I trust you, but this feels reckless.”

“Isn’t that right up your street?”

Ari bit her lip, clearly trying not to smile.

“Being reckless by pushing your buttons is less dangerous than turning up at a family dinner to deliberately piss your father off.”

I let go of the leash, gripping her hip and forcing her lower on my cock.

“Mmm, say that again.”

Ari’s eyebrows shot up.

“What? That we’re going to make your father angry?”

I pulled her up and shoved her body back down on my cock.

“Yes.”

The smile lighting up her face had me biting my lip. I moved then, picking her up and pressing her down on the seat before I towered over her body. My hand went to her throat, curling around the collar.

“He’s never keeping us apart again, Tinkerbell. You belong to me. He’s just going to have to get used to the fact his son does not bow to him. I’m the king now, not him.”

“My king,” she whispered as I pressed inside her again.

“All yours.”

Neither of us said another word. We kissed, our bodies moving in sync with one another. It wasn’t frantic or needy. It was slow and sensuous. I never wanted it to end. Never wanted to come up for air. She was all I needed to survive. I was half alive before she walked into my office that fateful night. Just existing in this fucked up world. And now I couldn’t go another day without a glance at the girl below me.

I’d defied my father many times in the past, but this was different. I was taking a stand against him, no longer affiliating myself with the family business. It was all for her. She was the reason for my courage. It wasn’t so much I didn’t have the balls to tell Gennaro to go fuck himself in the past. I just had no incentive to. He let me go about my life in the way I wanted because he thought I would eventually return to the fold. Pity for him it was a foolish notion. The moment he deprived me of my mother, he became my nemesis. And now I would show him why he should have never alienated his eldest son.

Right before I came, I pulled out of her, straddled her chest, and pulled open her jaw. Ari stared up at me with wide eyes as I shoved my cock between her lips and let her taste herself on me. My other hand cradled her head as I came, spurting in her mouth. I sat back, panting when I was spent, my hands resting on my thighs. She swallowed and ran her tongue over her lips to catch the stray drops.

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