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I laughed when she sucked in a sharp breath, her pupils dilating at what that could mean.
So damn needy. I fucking loved it.
CHAPTER 3
April
Isqueaked in alarm when Capone suddenly lifted me from Tank’s lap. I’d barely swallowed my last bite of food before he went all caveman on me. “Capone, what are you—hey!” I yelled when he tossed me over his shoulder. I groaned and slapped my palms to his ass cheeks in retaliation. He growled in warning, but if there was one thing I loved about bothering Capone, it was the punishments he delivered.
I called them funishments. The prezknewI was sometimes bratty with him on purpose. And he enjoyed doling out a little bit of pain when I needed—well really, wanted—it.
He smacked his hand on my ass, and a breathy moan spilled from my lips. Hawke winked at me as Capone walked past him.
“Enjoy, doll,” Hawke rumbled, leaning back in his chair. He rubbed the pad of his thumb across his lower lip, and my breath hitched in my throat. Fuck, he had no right being that hot when he did that. Especially when his eyes darkened and he spread hislegs a bit, letting me know what seeing me manhandled like this did to him.
“Stop teasing her,” Capone growled, not even having to turn around to know Hawke was teasing me as he marched toward the stairs. I giggled, and Capone swatted my ass again, this time harder, making it sting. I hissed a breath through my teeth, dampening my panties at the same time. My eyes caught on Tank’s, and he smirked at me.
“Goddammit, Capone,” I growled, dropping my head so I was staring at his perfect, biteable ass. “That hurt.”
He smacked my ass again, this time on the other cheek. I dug my nails into his back, groaning, letting my head fall the rest of the way, my dark hair curtaining my face and almost dragging the floor. “Watch your mouth with me, baby girl,” he softly warned. I released my hold on his back, silently letting him know I was submitting. He hummed and rubbed my backside. My thighs clenched. “Good girl.”
Fuuuck. I had a thing for being praised, and Capone fucking knew it. All of the men did, really. I liked a little bit of degradation too, but praise? Fuck—praise was my kryptonite.
I moaned. Capone kept me stabilized with his arm around the back of my thighs as he ascended the stairs, and finally, he made it to his room, which was the last one, all the way down the hall. I grunted when he suddenly tossed me over his shoulder and dropped me onto the mattress, my body bouncing when it hit the soft bed.
Gripping my ankles, he yanked my ass to the edge of the mattress before leaning over me, taking my lips in a slow, hot, drugging kiss. I arched into him, sighing into the kiss as Igripped his shoulders, dragging him down closer to me. Kissing him was like drowning in the ocean, waves knocking me in several directions, and suddenly being able to breathe again before tugged right back under. Completely at its mercy.
“I think you need a punishment for being bratty,” he rumbled against my lips.
Opening my eyes, I licked the seam of his lips. He was already staring down at me, his dark eyes blazing with need. My breath caught in my throat. God, I couldn’t get enough of how he always looked at me. Like he was the devil, and I was some combination of an angel and a demon wrapped up in a package he wanted to consume.
“What kind of punishment?” I asked him, my voice lowered so I wouldn’t break whatever magic was happening between us. I slid my fingers into his dark hair, loving how soft the strands were as they sifted through my fingertips.
A wicked smirk tilted his lips all while he leaned more into my touch. Only a man like him could be soft and hard all at the same time. It was a bit addicting to experience. “The kind that makes certain little brats remember the rules before breaking them again,” he rumbled. He cupped me between my thighs, and I whimpered, closing my eyes and spreading my legs further apart for him. “Like no orgasms.”
My eyes snapped back open. “You wouldn’t,” I hissed. He’dneverdone that before. It would be too much.
He arched a brow at me. “I wouldn’t?” he taunted. I swallowed thickly, realizing my mistake. I’d justchallengedhim. Oh, I was so fucked. So, so, so royally fucked. Andnotin the fun way thatI wanted to be. “Just for that little bit, baby girl, you don’t get to come until I tell you to. And maybe I won’t let you come at all.”
I shook my head and sat up. “Please, don’t,” I begged him. I gripped his cut in my fists, imploring him with my eyes to not do this to me. “I’ll do anything, Capone.” I hated being denied. He knew that. And this was the first time he was using it to his advantage. Suddenly, punishments didn’t seem so fun anymore.
A cruel smirk twisted his lips. “Anything, baby girl?”
I didn’t like the look of that smirk, but I nodded my head anyway. I couldn’t handle being denied. Even now, I could feel my chest tightening from anxiety. The mere thought was freaking me the fuck out.
Capone’s smirk widened, and he unbuckled his belt. “Good. Get on your knees on the floor,” he commanded.
I quickly moved off the bed and lowered myself to my knees. While I was nervous to see what he was going to do in exchange for not punishing me like that, I knew he’d never do anything to harm me. All I had to do was let him know I didn’t want this, and he’d stop. Capone was so damn good at reading my body language that words weren’t even needed. It had happened before when I got overwhelmed.
Hawke pressed the vibrator against my clit again. My legs shook. Tears streaked down my cheeks. I’d already had so many orgasms, I couldn’t even count them anymore. My pussy was swollen and constantly dripping, and my ass hurt after experiencing anal for the first time, especially with how big Hawke’s cock was.
“Hawke, please,” I whimpered. A sob tore from my throat as another orgasm built. “I can’t—please.” Snot ran from my nostrils.
“You’re doing so good for me, doll. So good. Such a perfect little fuck toy.” He loomed over me, turning up the speed on the vibrator. I wailed. “You wanted this, remember? You begged me to treat you like a slut.”
I shook my head, every muscle in my body locking up. I had asked him to do that, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I really couldn’t. “Hawke?—”
“Stop,” Capone suddenly commanded. He stood from where he’d been silently watching in a chair against the wall. Immediately, Hawke turned the vibrator off and began to unfasten the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Capone slid onto the bed and pulled me into his arms, cradling me close.
