“When he fucked you in my bed, when he crashed the signing, when he gifted you a thousand signed books,” his breath fanned my face as he caged me in, pushing into me even closer, “when you couldn’t sleep unless you were in his arms, when only he can soothe you after a nightmare, when you let him sing you lullabies I know nothing of, when you always talk in a language that I don’t understand, when you let him take your bleeding cunt out in the open as if he’s your ol’man, not me.”
“How could you only see the things I do with him and not the ones we have? I sleep inyourbed every day, not his.Yourhands are the ones I hold when we walk down the street, never his.Yourcock is what I ride when you need your property at a club party, where he can only stand there and watch.Yourname is the one I have on the ring on my finger. I marriedyou, Laius. I’m yours. Always will be.”
“Prove it. Show me you’re mine.”
I touched his face, playing with his beard. “Take a look under my skirt. See what color panties I have on today.”
His hand softened on my neck, and he hiked my skirt up. He bit his lip on a groan as he saw my pink underwear. “My good girl.”
“Yes.”
“Remember when you teased me when I was in prison with your orange panties?”
“You had your revenge that day, teasing me with your cock in return, even when I wore a pink bra.”
Now, he was teasing my pussy with rubbing himself over me dry. “You know why I did it. You wanted to leave me. I had to show you what you’d be missing.”
My lashes fluttered as my eyes rolled back with the sensations he rippled in me. “I learned my lesson, didn’t I?”
“Oh, yeah. And remember when you were so innocent you didn’t know what a Jacob’s ladder is?”
I stifled a laugh with my hand. “The first time I touched your cock. You should have warned me.”
“I had no clue how innocent you were, little girl.” He kissed my neck on different spots with his skilled lips, wreaking havoc all over my body. “You still are, with the way you blush, the way you call me daddy, the way you tremble every time I touch you,” he felt my breasts under my shirt, rocking his erection against my panties, “the way your fingers shiver every time you touch me.”
His rugged whispers melted me. My breath and my heart accelerated as he lowered my panties, and I absently held on to him. I didn’t know when he pulled his cock out of his jeans, but he was now pressing the tip against my clit.
“When you asked me to shove my cum inside you so you can sleep with a piece of me inside you, it reminded me of that day you visited me in prison and I marked you for the first time.”
“I kept your cum with me all night. I didn’t shower until the morning.”
“Fuck, baby. You were such a good girl. Show me you’re still my little good girl. Show me you know who really owns that pussy.” With that, he swirled me and pushed me against the bookshelf, and then he pushed his hardness inside me, taking me from behind. “Yeah, baby, take it. That’s it. Take my cock. Take daddy’s cock in your tight, little pussy.”
I took it. I took it all like the good slut he trained me to be. His good bitch. Fuck me if I didn’t. How could I say no when he filled and stretched me with his fat cock the way any woman begged to be fucked? When the piercings that adorned his erection went to all the right places, summoning pleasure from me like fucking magic? “Laius…slow down…I can’t bite away the screams. We’re gonna…get caught.”
“Scream away, baby. They can’t fire you. I’ll burn the school down if they utter a single word. Give me everything. Let the whole world hear you. Let them know who you belong to.”
“There are kids here, Laius. No one comes to this part, but still. They could hear us if we were loud.”
His growl muffled on the back of my neck, he grabbed my hips and thrust. “Fine. Just this once I’ll slow down, but I ain’t stopping until your cream coats my cock.”
“Good, I don’t want you to stop, daddy.”
Except there were footsteps approaching us, and we had to stop. My heart skipped a beat. “Laius, someone is coming.”
“I don’t give a shit. I ain’t stopping.” His body closed in on mine from behind, shielding me from sight. “I’ll shoo them the fuck away.”
I didn’t give a shit either if it was anyone from the school staff. And students wouldn’t come to this part unless they knew exactly what they were going to find. I had no doubt Laius could scare them away with just a glare.
My whole concern was if those footsteps belonged to Tirone. And with every step, I could almost swear they were his. “Laius, please, stop. That’s Tirone.”
He continued claiming me. “How the fuck do you know?”
I knew the sound of his footsteps, his smell that resembled his father’s only cleaner. I felt his presence in the room from a mile away. “Please don’t let him see us here.”
“Too late, baby. He already saw.”
CHAPTER 14
