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JADE
The way Luke handled me was a way no one before him had. He was rough but caring. I would’ve done anything that man wanted me to do. We had a safe word because there were times we tested some pretty big boundaries, but I’d never had to use it. He always looked at me like he loved me, even when he was pounding my pussy until it bled, but we’d not said ‘love’.
Taking my wrist, he pulled me off the bed, picked me up, and sat. He tugged me onto his lap. Lying back, he narrowed his gaze on mine. The same way he always did when he wanted me to perform on his cock at work. I teased the tip, only taking him inside me enough to drive him crazy. I glanced at the window, knowing my clamped breasts were on full display for the neighbors behind my house.
Propping my palms on each side of his head, I leaned down, kissing him passionately. He reached behind me, sliding the elastic band off my ponytail. I continued teasing him while taking a little more. The cold chain met his skin, and he shivered slightly, putting his hands on my lower back. Sliding his palms to my sides, he moved them up and down, digging his fingers into my flesh as our tongues danced for what felt like an eternity.
Hands gripping my hips hard, he slammed me down on his length without warning. I pushed a loud moan into his mouth, almost biting his tongue. He lifted my hips again, forcing me down, moaning with me.
My back arched, and I sat up, the chain clinking as he cupped my breasts, massaging them. My pussy gushed; I could no longer hold in the essence he was forcing from my body. “Oh my God!” I panted, trying to stay as quiet as possible so as not to wake my daughter.
“Rub your clit.” He moved one of his hands to the chain, tugging it hard. “I know you don’t want to stop.”
Obeying, I pressed my fingers to my clit, rubbing fast, squirting again almost immediately. He unhooked the clamps, throwing them to the floor, and pulled me down, causing friction between our bodies. His cock twitched, a warm sensation filling me up around him. We panted in unison while he held me tight against his muscular body. I felt so small, but safe in his embrace.
“You came without permission,” he growled in my ear.
“Sorry,” I exhaled a deep breath, “I couldn’t help that. You’re too amazing.”
“I’ll punish you later.” A deep yet small laugh reverberated in his chest. “For now, we should actually get some rest before our girl gets up.”
My eyes widened, and I froze. He’d always treated her with so much kindness, but he’d never once called her ours. Maybe he was just being nice? Maybe he was unsure how to refer to her? He couldn’t just have said Maddie. Not wanting to ruin the moment by asking questions or overthinking, I nodded, letting it go… for now.
My heavy eyelids slowly parted at the sound of high-pitched squealing and wailing drifting in from outside. My heart jolted as I recognized that unmistakable voice. “Maddie!” I scrambled to sit up, but Luke wasn’t beside me.
Frantically throwing off the warm blankets, I leaped out of bed and grabbed my soft, white robe from the chair nearby. Slipping it over my still-drowsy body, I bolted down the stairs toward the back door. Adrenaline rushed through my veins until I yanked open the back door, sighing in relief.
She wasn’t crying, she was laughing as Luke dunked on the basketball goal mounted over the detached garage. She applauded proudly. “Excellent, my turn again!”
“You sure about that, cutie pie?” he teased.
I hugged my arms close to my stomach and leaned against the doorway, watching as the chilly breeze of early spring nipped at my bare skin. Thankfully, he’d thought to make her have a jacket, but at some point, she’d removed it. It was tied around her waist, which made me roll my eyes. Maddie hated layering her clothes and getting her to even take a coat outside was progress.
He dribbled the ball. She tried to slap it away, but he switched hands at the last minute. “Come on. You want to play at school, you have to take it from me.”
She twisted sideways, moving toward him, and shoved an elbow into his stomach. He stopped, tucking the ball under his arm at his side. “Nuh uh, sweetie. Try legally. I don’t want to fight anyone who starts a fight with you during a game.”
“We’re kidsss!” she giggled. “You can’t fight a kid.”
He was trying his best to hold in his laughter. “Wanna bet? I’ll always protect you.” He dribbled the ball around her again. “Try again. You got this.”
I couldn’t help but watch Luke’s flexing muscles. He was just as bad as she was about jackets. He was wearing a black tank top and grey Adidas track pants. His coat was on the ground next to the garage.
Maddie charged forward, taking the ball in a flash, which I was sure he allowed. He spun as she zipped around him and got ready to shoot. He dove forward, picking her up over his head, and she dunked just as he did. She hung on the rim for half a second before he pulled her away and stood her back on the driveway.
“Perfect, but no rim hanging in a game, young lady.”
“I’m too short to do that anyway!” she giggled, her laughter like a burst from a tiny machine gun before they exchanged a high five.
I realized I was tearing up watching them. Maddie’s biological father was in prison for trying to hire a hitman to kill me when I was pregnant with her. It shocked me. He was never abusive or showed any signs of wanting me dead. He was cheating on me, and he didn’t want his new girlfriend to find out his other was having a baby.
By some miracle for me, the first guy he hired ended up killing the wrong woman and ended up in prison. The second ended up being an undercover cop. Apparently, Dante had hired hitmen to kill the last three girlfriends before me, so it was just some fucked up cycle he circled through. Only cowards hired someone to do the dirty work for them. He came from a long line of Italian mobsters, so I was never sure why he didn’t just have them help him.
Maddie never knew his family and if I had anything to do with it, she’d never know Dante. Not that he wanted anything to do with her, anyway. I was present during every day of his trial and the sentencing. I wasn’t scared of him, and I wanted him to know. Many times, the judge had to tell him not to look at or talk to me.
Wanting to give them time to finish their game, I got ready to close the door, but he glanced up at me in the doorway. A cheesy grin smeared his face. He twisted to her, whispering before she nodded. Setting the ball down on the ground, he picked up his jacket, and sauntered up the deck stairs to the door. Arm sliding around me, he placed a peck on my cheek before they waltzed in.
“Mom, did you see me dunk?” Maddie asked as she climbed up onto one of the industrial stools at the white marbled kitchen island.
