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Before I could blink, Pierce had leaped up and grabbed his father, pulling him to his feet and pinning him to the wall. “You fucking bastard,” he spat into David’s eye. “Not only did you sell my story to the tabloids, after I’d worked my ass off making enough money to buy you somewhere nice to live and fund your addictions, but you act like I’m a piece of dogshit under your shoe.”
My heart almost exploded from my chest as Dawn rushed across the room and tried to insert herself between them. “Stop it, Pierce.” She was visibly shaking. “You’ll hurt your dad…”
Pierce released his grip and ran his big palms through his hair. “I fucking hate both of you. I never wanna see you again. You’ve had your last penny from me.”
“Aw, lovie, don’t be like that,” Dawn wheedled. “We’re your parents. You can’t cut us out of your life.”
“I can and I will,” Pierce snarled.
“We never thought you’d mind.” David wiped his eye. “I mean, what happened in the Philippines had already hit the headlines.”
“You saw your cash cow disappear and decided to milk it for what it was worth,” Pierce repeated what he’d said to me. “This is the last time you fuck me over.”
He reached for my hand and called out to Bethany that he’d phone her tomorrow. “Let’s get out of here, sweetheart,” he muttered, pulling me toward the door.The minute we arrived in our hotel room, he went to the mini bar, and flung it open. I gasped. What the hell? He extracted a can of beer and pulled the tab. No, not now. Not after all you’ve done to stay sober. I wanted to scream the words, but my mouth had gone completely dry. Then, like it was in slow motion, he lifted the can over his head, and, with a snarl, hurled it at the wall. “Fuuuck,” he bellowed. The amber-colored liquid sprayed out and wet the carpeted floor.
All the way back from his sister’s he’d stayed silent, seething, and refusing to speak. I should have realized this was coming. I ran to him, wrapped my arms around his waist. “Shh, honey. I’ve got you. What went down tonight was really shitty. You have every right to be pissed.”
“Me? Pissed? I’m beyond pissed. I’m fucking ballistic.”
“C’mon,” I kissed his chest, right next to the silver amulet I’d given him, that he’d had engraved with my name. “Let’s go to bed. You need to calm down and I know what will make you feel more relaxed.”
“How well you know me.” He sniffed at his armpits. “But I need a shower.”
“You’re my dirty rocker, despite your hair cut,” I snickered.
“In that case…”
His smile was filled with lust, and we tumbled onto the bed.
I stripped him, pulling off his tee and unzipping his pants. He kicked off his shoes. I trailed kisses down his pecs to his abs. Puffing out a breath, I kneeled between his legs. I looked up at him, then shunted forward to kiss his balls and lick up and down his beautiful cock. He smelled musky, but not unpleasant.
“Ah, baby,” he hissed. “That feels so fucking good.” He took my fingers and curled them around the base of his dick. “Squeeze.”
I did as he asked, then stretched my mouth wide to suck him in.
He held the back of my head and stepped up the pace, diving deeper and faster, making me pant. I loved the feel of him on my tongue. Soft skin covering his hardness. With a moan, he fisted my hair. “You’re doing great, love.”
I bobbed my head up and down, holding him with my lips and sucking until my cheeks were hollow. I wanted to make this perfect for him, wanted to show my love.
“Good girl.” With a groan, he spurted into my throat, and coated the back of my tongue.
I swallowed his cum before pulling off him with a pop and wiping my mouth with my hand. Our eyes locked, burning with emotion, and he lifted me up his body, angled my face and kissed me, his mouth crashing against mine, his tongue pushing inside. Breathing through his nose, he unbuttoned my blouse, unclipped my bra and tossed them onto the floor. I wriggled as he unzipped my skirt, pulling it off along with my panties. He knelt between my knees. “Spread your legs wide, baby.”
Every nerve in my body buzzed with desire, and I squirmed against his face as he licked me. “Yes, yes,” I whimpered. I felt him latch onto my clit, oh, sweet Jesus, and he sucked, and swirled his tongue around it. “Inside,” I begged. “I want you inside.”
“Hell, yeah.” His words vibrated on my skin. He inserted his tongue and thrust it in and out of me in a frantic rhythm, and I rocked myself on his face, moaning and tugging at his hair. He reached up to play with my breasts, twisting my nipples while I bucked against him. It was electrifying.
