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“I suppose that is how I wrapped around finger. Or was I putty?” Nico muses.

“Damn it.” Knox punches his fist into my coffee table. “Well, we have the boy, so that gives us the advantage. We need to get back to my house and double down on the security. Then all of us need to come up with a damn good plan.

Chapter thirty-two

Nico

IwalkintoKnox'shouse wrapped in Caeo's arms. He hasn't let go of me since I called him back from under the table.

Porter is waiting for us and even he hugs me. I can't handle this. I have too many hugs, too many people in my life, too much money.

I don't need any of this. I just need to be left alone in my tree hole. I'm not rich, important, or popular.

“Nico. Look at me,” Caeo orders. I lift my head, but I don't really see him. “I'm going to take you upstairs and make you feel better.”

The only thing that will make me feel better is one very good plan leading to four murders. Then none of them can phone me again. The best bit about my plan is that I wouldn't be the one killing anyone. Gavriil said I couldn't pull it off, but everyone else sees it. I could be that evil genius mastermind.

Caeo guides me forward, supporting me from the side as we head upstairs. At the top, we turn away from my usual bedroom here. I take a deep breath, expecting the hotel style guest room, but we bypass that too. Caeo stops by a dark door that has piqued my interest since I moved in here.

“Nico. This is Knox's playroom. I'm going to help you through these feelings that are leaving you overwhelmed. I am going to help you.”

Everyone has always hidden this room from me, but now Caeo feels I am worthy. If I can be worthy of this man, then I can be anything.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Caeo dumps me on the floor as we reach the playroom. He looks angry, my body flushes with heat at the idea he might use me to help himself feel better.

He grabs my top and rips it over my head. Before my limbs have fully untangled from the material, he is on them, yanking my arms behind my back and locking the restraints together.

“Nico.”

I don't listen to the rest of his words. I want this. I need it.

“Please Daddy. I need your cock.”

“You need control first.”

Caeo shows me a wide leather strap and I can barely breath in my excitement. My frantic nodding draws him closer. It's leather on one side, but what presses against my throat feels soft and warm. I choke out a little sign as he seals me inside the collar.

Then he stands back and surveys me, as I kneel, practically naked, wishing I was more so.

“You want my cock, baby?”

“Yes Daddy. Please.”

He opens his trousers with slow and deliberate actions, revealing his thick cock I long to taste. Coming a step closer, the thick head rubs against my nose, the fat veins pulse with need. My eyes close, my mouth opens as I move forward, and his meaty taste hits my tongue. He doesn’t waste time allowing me to savour the feel of him, grabbing a handful of my hair and forcing himself down. My throat fills with his cock, spasming and gagging beyond my control. Caeo takes my control and feeds me pain in return. I grab what air I can around his thick length as it slams in and out of my throat. My body burns, my heart races through my ears. All I want to do is slip deeper into this feeling.

“Breathe,” Caeo orders, pulling his wet cock from my mouth. “You need to earn it if you want my cock back.”

“Yes, Daddy,” my voice rasps. “I want it, please.”

He wordlessly moves my hands from behind my back, returning one to the other before me, briefly letting them sit over my needy cock. My excitement and my erection grow as he strips me, shoving me roughly forward onto my elbows.

“You don't deserve all the attention from everyone else.” Caeo slaps the cheek of my arse with so much force it drives my body forward. “This is what you deserve.” Another stinging blow hits the other cheek. “Nothing else matters. If you can take this, you can take anything.”

It's odd having a pep talk while having my arse reddened by the man I've lusted after for the past two years.

“Yes Daddy.” My brain just wants to forget English, forget my family, forget the money. I want to forget all the moonlighting Edward has been asking from me. Forget my pressures and responsibility. The more Caeo strikes my arse the easier that becomes. The weight of everything begins to lift as the throbbing in my backside consumes me.

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