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“Are you going to come for Daddy? Is this ass going to milk every fucking drop while you scream for me?”
“Yes, yes. Oh, Daddy,” she cries out as the orgasm overtakes her and forces me along with her.
My cock twitches as I release, spilling hot ropes of cum inside of her ass. I am unable to pull out even an inch from the grip she has on my cock. I swear it is unlike anything I have ever felt before.
She continues curling and pumping her digits, finger fucking her dripping cunt until her body goes lax on the tile. I pull out of her, careful to make sure she keeps every bit of my cum inside her tight ass. She knows I like her to hold it in until I give her permission to release it.
Such a good fucking girl.
Her hair is a mess as she lays back on the ground, her eyes looking up at me in wonder.
“How did I get so lucky with you?” she asks breathlessly.
Reaching down, I scoop her into my arms and walk us to the bathtub so that I can wash and massage every last inch of her body.
With a tender kiss to her temple, I murmur, “That is something I ask the universe every single day.”
Chapter 2
Alexi and Evie are out having a special night before we leave for our honeymoon, so I planned to take my man out and show him a good time. Unfortunately, one of our contacts got back to me an hour ago with some information.
Which is why I’m currently beating the shit out of a man in the basement of my club while my husband sits upstairs at the bar having a drink when we should be on a date.
“You know, Greg,” I say as I take out a new toy, “it’s not nice to judge other people. But what’s even worse is sending out a hit because you’re too thick to understand something.”
Evie might have gotten me obsessed with swords, but the only problem is that they are too big. I have accidentally killed so many men because I swung a little too hard, and those babies are sharp.
Thankfully, I know a guy. He made me all of these really cool mini swords, which Havoc tried to tell me were just knives, but I ignored him. His ignorance is not welcome in my torture chamber.
The man gives me a confused look as he spits blood at my feet.Rude. “My name isn’t Greg.”
I shrug, not really giving a shit. All that matters is what he did to earn his place here, and after my father, it’s something I’ll never tolerate again.
“Oh well,” I say, moving around him, decorating his skin with gashes from the mini sword as he wails like a baby. I’m not delicate like Evie, nor precise like Alexi. I don’t play with my victims like Havoc, and I sure as shit don’t talk to them like Arrow. Lev has stayed out of the torture scene since losing his father, and we’ve all respected that.
As for me, I just have fun. That could mean a thousand cuts, it could mean a hundred. A stab here and there, maybe even a good ole tasing. My favorite would have to be when they’ve made me really angry though. That’s when I get creative, like now.
“Did you know you could kill a guy with a paperclip up his nose? Or shoving a water bottle down his throat? The most entertaining had to have been when I found you could use a balloon filled with peroxide to shove…”
“Damien?” Adrian walks down the stairs, interrupting my thoughts. Adrian monitors all of our shipments and makes sure we don’t get caught watering down liquor. His boyfriend, Akio, helps him, and they both manage security to make sure the girls who work for cash on the not-so-legal side of the club stay safe.
“Hey there, my man,” I say as I clap him on the back.
Oh shit, I just got blood all over his shirt. My bad.
“Why is my father tied up in your basement?”
The man in question, who Istillcan only see as Greg, cracks an eye open.
“Son, help me.”
I laugh, folding over in hysterics. Adrian eyes me carefully, not fully understanding my level of crazy just yet.
Wiping a stray tear from my face, I look down at Greg. “He works with me, bud. No way he’s helping you. Especially not after he finds out what you did.”
Greg’s eyes widen, even in their swollen state.
“What did he do?” Adrian asks, his jaw clenching.
