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BOOK TWO: PLEASE ME, DADDY.
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Kiss It Better 2 - Damien.
The young blonde troublemaker I've been fantasizing about for months walks out of the juvenile detention center and stops abruptly, cocking a light brow behind her sunglasses."Who are you?""Your stepfather. Damien." I hold out my hand, silently begging her to take it. "Nice to finally meet you, Sadie."Even though her eyes are shielded by Ray-Bans, it's impossible to mistake the hurt that streaks across her face before she hides it. "I should have known my mother wouldn't come to pick me up herself." Sadie breezes past me toward the parking lot, tight backside twitching right to left in painted-on denim. "Let me guess, she's on a cruise with a new best friend who is trying to convince her to invest in a pyramid scheme disguised as a makeup company."My lips tilt as I follow her. "Something like that.""I didn't even know she'd gotten married." Sadie flashes me a sassy smirk over her shoulder. "Again.""It's a good thing she did, or you'd be taking the bus home."Her smile slips a to
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Kiss It Better 3 - Damien.
"So when is my mother coming back from her..." She does air quotes. "Business trip?"My fingers flex on the steering wheel. "About a month or so."That's a lie. I doubt Sadie's mother is ever coming back.The girl sitting in the passenger seat of my car is my sole priority now.My sole...everything."How did my mother hook up with a cop? I can't wrap my head around it. She is just as resentful of authority as I am. Last time I saw her, she was trying to kick a coke habit and failing." Sadie gestures at me. "How did this happen?"The truth?I'd had a shitty day at work and needed a drink. I lost an officer in a gun fight that afternoon and gave myself permission to numb some of the pain with whiskey. Rare for me. To give in to weakness like that. But there I was, replaying the moment over and over again, wondering what I could have done differently, when Kelli stumbled to the bar beside me.Crying. Drunk.If I hadn't seen the picture of Sadie on her lock screen, I would have asked her
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Kiss It Better 4 - Sadie.
I wake up at six-thirty after a measly three hours of sleep and resume pacing at the foot of my bed. Who is this guy? He is not like my mother's usual conquests.He's got a job, for one.Two, he's a cop.Three, he owns property.Damien actually has his life together. My mother tends to date or marry men who are in the same financial straits as her. One of them hits the number or gets a lucrative gig, they tie the knot, then everything goes to pot when they inevitably party too hard and hit a downswing.I've known Damien for less than a day and already I know this man doesn't know the definition of downswing. Case in point, he's already awake and exercising downstairs, as evidenced by the clanking of weights and hum of the treadmill. The fact that he's working out doesn't surprise me. I would be lying if I claimed not to notice he's in incredible shape. He's in his late thirties, a little silver around the temples, tall, stacked with muscle.Hot.There, I admitted it.This douchebag wh
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Kiss It Better 5 - Sadie.
I make a meal out of getting on the machine and beginning to climb, exaggerating every movement and watching his jaw flex in the wall of mirrors. "So, Damien..." Discreetly, I slip my phone out of my sports bra, setting it in the cup holder of the stair climber, facing it in the direction of the squat rack. "Do you work today?""Yes," he growls, tearing his gaze off my bottom, walking to a shelf near the door and chugging a full bottle of water without coming up for air. The thing between his legs is no longer a pendulum. Ah, no. It's pushing against the front of his sweatpants like an extended fist. "I'll be back for dinner. You're going to stay out of trouble while I'm gone.""There go my plans," I quip, sending him a teasing look over my shoulder.The water bottle pauses on its way back to the shelf. "You're in a playful mood.""I think we got off on the wrong foot yesterday." I arch my back and really give him a show, feeling the shorts ride even higher. It's not the most comforta
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Kiss It Better 6 - Sadie.
Holy fuck. Did those words just come out of my mouth?Am I really thinking of setting myself up for that kind of rejection?But what if I don't get rejected?See? That little voice of optimism is already whispering in my head.I knew he was dangerous."Squat you," Damien repeats, his dark brows pulling together. "You mean, with you on my back?""No." I shake my head and move in closer, winding my arms around my stepdad's neck. I have a momentary crisis of conscience. I'm making a move on my mother's husband! But then I remember she's probably already moved on to someone else and will inevitability be married ten or fifteen more times before the decade is over...and I hop up, wrapping my legs around Damien's waist, sucking in a breath over the huge bulge I encounter against my sex. "With me on your front."Damien closes his eyes, that enormous part of him pulsing and growing. "Sadie..." he warns hoarsely. "It's not polite to tease.""Is that what I'm doing?" I breathe against his neck.
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Kiss It Better 7 - Damien.
It takes me a goddamn hour to get through the station.Phones are ringing off the hook and everyone needs paperwork signed off or a fresh set of eyes on their case. By the time I finally make it to my office and close the door, I'm so anxious for the scent of Sadie, I almost rip the drawer clean out of my desk.I take out the steel box and place it in front of me, unlocking it with the combination only I know, flipping open the lid to take out a pair of her panties. Cost me hundreds to have these taken from her things in juvie, but they're the only thing that's been getting me by without her.Pressing the lacy black underthings to my nose, I inhale deeply, my dick already at full mast from her lavender scent. I've never had a hard-on like this. My breaths echoing in the quiet office, I unbutton my jeans, tear down the zipper and shove her panties inside the opening, raking them up and down my rigid cock."Oh, fuck, baby. You like rubbing your pretty cunt on Daddy?"In my head, I can s
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Kiss It Better 8 - Sadie.
The Devil's Den is the place to go in town when you're looking for trouble.I should know, since most of my youth was spent in there, beneath the freeway overpass. From a distance, I can see that it's the same old characters leaned up against a beat up Chrysler, passing around cigarettes and something stronger. My most recent stint in juvenile hall was six months after helping fence some stolen iPhones, so I haven't seen these idiots in a while.That's exactly what they are. Idiots.The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result—and that's what they do. Committing petty crimes, thinking they won't get caught. At least I know I'm going to get caught. I'm well aware that the cops are going to come straight to the Devil's Den and pull us in for a lineup as soon as the crime is committed.I've had a lot of time to think over the last six months. Knowing I will be put in real prison next time I do something illegal has made me pretty in
Last Updated : 2025-02-08Kiss It Better 9 - Damien.
When the call goes out from dispatch, a pit opens in my stomach.Five suspects in custody.Robbery.The more I listen to the chatter between the dispatcher and the responding officers, the more I learn. An employee of the store is also being held on suspicion to aid and abet the robbery. The entire offense was caught on CCTV. No mention of Sadie, but I know she's among the five suspects. I know it.I'm driving like a bat out of hell from the other side of town, hitting the gas through red lights and turning corners on two wheels. She must have left her phone at the Devil's Den, because I tracked her there only to find her gone, a bunch of punk kids in her place, none of them willing to talk. More than anything, I just want to concentrate on getting to her and making everything okay, but I refuse to take her safety or freedom for granted. Picking up the radio, I bark into the receiver. "If one of the suspects is Sadie Allen, keep her at the scene until I get there."A crackle comes fro
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Kiss It Better 20 - Irene.
We sit and chat until the sun goes down, and Breanna heads back to her room to study. I go upstairs, put Annika to bed, and run a bath for my husband. It’s been customary for me to bathe him when he comes home lately. He may not be working construction, but he gives me everything, and I like to give him something back and show him just how much I appreciate him.The tub is so big that we could probably fit two more people in it, and as I’m sliding into the warm water, I hear the bedroom door open. When he enters, my whole body lights up. How is it possible that after four years I still feel as though it’s our first date every time I see him?“Hello, my love.” He smiles as he begins to undo his tie.“Come,” I whisper. “Get in with me.”He smiles as he gets undressed. He’s been working out harder lately, and his muscles have grown considerably. I’m getting all hot and bothered watching him, and when he pulls his pants down and his cock falls out, I’m touching myself beneath the water.“
Kiss It Better 19 - Irene.
Four years later…“I still can’t believe it. You. A mob wife.”I glance at Breanna in the kitchen making cucumber-lime mocktails, and shake my head. “I’m not a mob wife. I’m just a wife.”“Gunsyn’s not a mobster?”“Not anymore,” I reply as I rock Annika in my arms. Who knew it would be so incredible being a mother? If you’d asked me back when I was working at the diner if I saw myself having children in the near future, I would have told you you were crazy. Funny how life throws things at you.“Once a mobster, always a mobster,” Breanna scoffs as she brings the drinks over to the table.“Well, he runs a furniture company now,” I tell her. “A successful one.”“Yeah, because he intimidates all his customers.”“He does not!” I scold her. “Would you stop that? He’s an honest businessman now. But if you want a mob boyfriend, I’m sure he could put you in touch with someone.”I take a sip of the mocktail. Normally, these would be real cocktails with vodka, but that stopped four months ago wh
Kiss It Better 18 - Irene.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, lifting me to my feet. “I had to get you out of the way.”“It’s-it’s okay,” I stammer as he pulls me into the fresh night air. I gasp, filling my lungs with freedom. It’s only seconds later that I’m being helped into the back seat of a car. I hear Gunsyn get in the front. The car lurches as he slams on the gas, and I feel his hand clasp down on my thigh.“Okay,” he tells me. “You can open your eyes now.”I do.We’re speeding down a narrow, paved road through the trees. They whizz past like blurred shadows, gnarled, twisted, skeletal hands that seem to grab at the car, seeking to snatch me into their grasp and drag me back to the prison that is Michail’s home.I look to my left and see Gunsyn, eyes narrow, breathing heavily, his face gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, gripping the steering wheel hard. He glances over at me and squeezes my leg.“Don’t worry. You’re safe now.”“Safe!?” I blurt out. “You-you gave me to them! Why would you do something like that
Kiss It Better 17 - Irene.
As I sit in my “room” – which is basically a prison cell, slightly more upscale than the one Gunsyn put me in when I first arrived at his house – I wonder what’s happening at the diner.Chris and Kyle are probably behind the stove, arguing about who’s going to cook the mashed potatoes and whether or not they can serve last night’s apple pie or if it’s gone bad and if it has gone bad, whether or not it’s okay for one of them to eat it. They’re probably pissed that I’m not there tonight, but they won’t be worried. They may be my co-workers, but we’re not really friends. It’s not like they’ll be calling the police or rounding up a search party to come find me. And even if they did, what good would it be?Breanna, on the other hand, is probably hysterical. She’s tough, tougher than me, and much more worldly, but I’m her best friend, and I’ve been missing for a long enough period of time that something is obviously wrong. She’s probably found some way to get into my apartment by now and ha
Kiss It Better 16 - Irene.
When Gunsyn finally lets me out from underneath the table, Victor and Michail are gone. He must have been anticipating my glare, as he’s already smiling at me.“You sure you have never done that before, little one?” he asks.“What? Been made to spend dinner under the table during a mafia meeting?”Gunsyn’s hand lashes out with blinding speed. He seizes me by the throat and pulls me to him, my lips so close we’re practically kissing. “You know what I mean,” he growls. “You said you were a virgin. But you have done that before.”I swell with a sense of indignation and pride and slowly shake my head, daring him to hurt me. I want him to. “Never. I’m just that good.”His eyes flare, and he stares at me, debating whether or not to believe me. His fingers around my neck feel like a collar, one I am not accustomed to wearing. Somehow now, outside of the cell he first put me in, I feel even more owned by him. It’s like my body is his, and he knows it. Actually, it’s not like that; it is that.
Kiss It Better 15 - Irene.
Despite the fact that I have no idea how to give head, I start doing my best on Gunsyn’s cock, moving up and down, taking him as deep as I can without gagging and even twisting my tongue around the thick, bulbous tip. I see now what he meant when he told me I wouldn’t be able to speak at dinner.I hear the sounds of a meal being served – plates being put down, glasses and silverware, and try to picture what it’s like up there. Is Victor even acknowledging what’s going on beneath the table? What about Michail? If he didn’t think I was a prostitute before, he does now.But I don’t care about those men. I care about Gunsyn, and right now, my mission is to completely screw with his composure.Okay, I’ve heard Breanna talk about blowjobs before. I’ve seen some porn in my life. I can do this.As I suck him, I take his shaft with my other hand and begin stroking it. I’m awkward at first, but as I start to get the timing, I feel a reaction from him. His legs begin to tense, and he adjusts him
Kiss It Better 14 - Irene.
Wait, what!? That’s what I want to say, but I’m not about to get into a verbal argument with him in front of his guests. Instead, I communicate with him with my eyes.Are you kidding? I ask.No, he replies. Do as I say.I feel Victor and Michail’s eyes on me. They’re waiting to see what I’m going to do. If I refuse, I’ll make Gunsyn look weak in front of them.Do it, he says, his eyes narrowing.He loves telling me what to do. I can see it in the way he’s looking at me. And to be honest, what’s the big deal anyway? It’s not like he hasn’t already had me once, and he’s definitely going to have me again. And if I just do this now, it will probably make things easier for me later on. But if I am going to do it, I’m not just going to do it; I’m going to make a show of it.“Of course,” I say with a seductive hum to my voice before spinning on my heels so my curves are on full display for Victor and Michail. I’m suddenly conscious of my back, my waist, my butt, and the way they look in thes
Kiss It Better 13 - Irene.
What is going on with me? My mind is playing tricks on me, and I don’t even recognize myself in the mirror wearing this red dress and these insane heels. I feel like a Barbie doll, gangster queen edition or something.“How do girls stand in these things?” I say as I try to figure out how to position myself so my butt isn’t completely sticking out and my back isn’t arched like I’m trying to get a guy’s attention. But it seems futile. Even when I slouch, the effect is still the same, and I suspect that’s why Gunsyn had them laid out for me.Asking a woman isn’t sexy. That’s what he said to me. You are not the kind of woman who wants a good man.Of all the arrogant things to say to a girl. Is that even arrogant? No. It’s beyond. They need to invent some kind of new word to describe the balls a guy would have to have to say something like that.The dress is way too low, and I’m showing way too much cleavage. My hair is also a complete mess and makes me look like a carrot that’s been pluck
Kiss It Better 12 - Irene.
“Stockholm syndrome,” I say to myself as I examine one of the dresses. “That’s all it is. Perfectly natural. Just like coming on a strange, evil man’s cock. Don’t be too hard on yourself, Irene.”Uh huh. Sure.The dress is well-made, soft and flowy, and would probably look incredible on someone not me. But I try it on anyway. In fact, I try on everything while I’m alone for the rest of the afternoon, and by the time I’m finished, I’m pretty sure I can’t wear any of it. I’m not good at making decisions anyway, but when it comes to something like this, I’m hopeless.“The red one,” Gunsyn says, startling me again as he comes in behind me. “It will go well with your hair.”“My hair that you don’t like?”“When did I say I don’t like it?” He smiles. He approaches me, and I hate myself for being relieved that he’s here. At least I’m not completely alone now, and I’m pretty sure, judging by the look in his eyes, that he’s not about to repeat what he did to me yesterday. He leans down and pick
