"Men…Catalina, a moment, please." She was in the playroom with her little friend playing some board game sh*t and looking like the eight-year-old she walks around here pretending to be."Yes, daddy?" That smile, those bright eyes like her mother's, and my f*cking face tore a strip from my heart. I have no idea what the f*ck Kat breeds, but I'm sure this one is the worst of the bunch."Come with me." F*ckif I'm going to be the one to confront her. Let Mancini reap the fruits of his labor. I've tried telling his dumb ass time and again not to trust her, but he was always ready with the 'she's just a bright kid' f*ckery. Let him clean up his own mess."Can Lily Anna come with us?""Not this time. Lily, she'll be right back. Mengele, how did you just change the people's kid's name?""Daddy, uncle Brandon, and aunty Illyana had a baby Lily remember? We can't call them both that, or it'll get confusing." Never mind that one is only a few months old; whatever."Where are we going,
I pulled my wallet, but everything was there. Then a thought struck me. "Catalina, did you save my card info on your computer?""Daddy, shh, don't yell in front of uncle Hank." She got this pained look on her face that she gets when she's embarrassed, but I'm not sure she wasn't faking that sh*t . She learned that sh*t from her mother too."I'm not yelling, baby, I'm just asking a question.""Okay, but I need to get something for aunty Roxy to cheer her up. I need to go see mommy and the aunts about something real quick, so daddy can I? Or maybe I'll ask mommy.""No, it's okay, go ahead." Little sh*t knows I don't like my wife spending her money on sh*t .She hopped out of the room with a woot and went in search of her little friend, I guess. "She didn't answer you.""Well yeah, what dafuq are you new? I'm going to have to go through her computer again. Lately, it's getting harder to keep on top of her sh*t . I think her little Chinese friend has been teaching her how to hi
I headed back downstairs to the room where Roxana was still out, still not quite believing what I'd seen. It doesn't seem possible that an eight-year-old kid could carry out a hit so effortlessly, with no one being the wiser. Now my mind is off on a tangent, wondering just what the hell this Mancini guy is up to.I wouldn't have felt any guilt over throwing that hump off the cliff, but I must admit that it's a bit freaky knowing that he was already a dead man walking. He would've been gone in a few months anyway after the kid dosed him. Now I'm wondering if it wouldn't be better to let her know instead of having her carry that burden for the rest of her life.Those guys are crazy, especially her dad. He doesn't seem to think it would be a problem, but I can't imagine it not f*cking with her head as young as she is. I was so deep in thought, worrying about what Mancini was going to tell the senator about his boy disappearing, something I hadn't given much thought to when I was tossi
No sooner had I had the thought than I heard a ripping sound in the room with us. Looking down at my hands, I realized that it was me. I'd torn the shirt from her. Her eyes showed no fear, just curiosity, but now I was the one who hesitated, the one who feared what my need might do to her. It was raging inside me, and I know for certain that my cock was harder, longer, thicker than it's ever been."I won't hurt you." Please don't let me hurt her. I said a silent prayer. Her silence was a bother, but since there was no turning back, I could only show her what she meant to me through touch. My mind was still cautioning me to go slow, so I tried to rein it in, but to no avail.With my shirt ripped from her body, I got my first real look at her perfectly formed orbs, and my mouth watered. My hands shook when they reached out to touch, my fingers trembling as they traced a line down between her cleavage. She drew in her breath at my touch and exhaled only when I lowered my head to take
There are no words to describe how it felt once I was inside her all the way. I've heard it spoken of before, read where men and women tried to explain this very feeling, and now understand why they all fell short of putting the emotion into words; that's because there are no words in any language to do it justice. The only thing that comes close is…my forever.It's not flowery and sweet, or wild and passionate, or even unbridled lust, or not just. It's all of those things rolled into one. No matter what I've done, who I've been with before, whomever I thought might've been the one in my untried youth when pussy was like the best thing ever, as I looked down into her almond-shaped eyes, I couldn't remember sh*t that had come before.She had a grip on my heart and balls. Something inside of her reached out to me, some essence, and wrapped itself around my very being, captivating me. I could've stayed there like this, just buried inside the soft heat of her flesh, leaking precum into
He's a machine! Not sure why that's the first thought in my head when there are so many others running around in there. I'm stupefied at the way this day has gone. I'd woken up, ready to put him on his ass for knocking me out, so how did we get here? I felt fear and doubt sneak under my defenses as I remembered how I'd acted in the last few hours.What does he think of me? Does he think I'm easy because I let him have me so soon? The thought brought tears to my eyes. I'd never planned to share myself like this with anyone again, not willingly. I'm smart enough to know that not all sexual contact between the sexes is as ugly as what was done to me. But somehow, I'd convinced myself that no one worth anything would want to have that with me, not in a healthy way anyway.Is that why he'd done it? Because he saw me as used goods? As someone who didn't matter? Something to be cast aside once used? But his touch… the way he held me, and the words he spoke… I opened my eyes after our thir
After her bath, she was beat, so I pulled another one of my old tee-shirts on over her head and put her to bed. I climbed in and held her close until her breathing evened out and then waited for another five minutes, which I spent just watching her face in sleep.It was some time before I, too, fell asleep, the night's actions finally catching up with me. I'll tell her about the kid in the morning when she was more cognizant. It was the last thought I had before giving into slumber. I didn't spare the asshole I'd tossed a second thought because he wasn't worth it. If only all the others who'd hurt her could be that easy to get rid of. But she still hadn't given up the name of the town where she'd been held captive.I woke sometime later in the middle of the night with a raging hard-on and a need for her that ran deep. She was still fast asleep when I turned her from my arms onto her back and made my way down her middle to between her warm thighs. I pushed my shirt, which is the onl
I left the lightest of touches on her cheek before planting one last kiss as soft as butterfly wings across her lips before turning away and getting out of bed. While I was watching her and fighting the urge to climb into the tub with her and maybe have her again, I'd also been thinking.It's not lost on me that I've never been this way with anyone else, that my mind didn't take the same path it usually does after sharing a bed with the opposite sex. In the past, after each and every encounter, I couldn't wait to get away. I never wanted to give anyone the wrong impression that it was more than a release. Plus, I usually felt like something was missing, like I'd lost part of myself after the act; still don't know what that's about.But not with her. If I wasn't sure before, what I was about to do and the way I felt would've cinched it. I made sure the door was locked behind me and that no one was about. I'm learning to trust these guys, sure, but she's still vulnerable, and I have