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I was so caught up in thoughts of him, I didn't notice him moving my hand. Nor did I notice at first when he slid my hips forward so he could line up with my hole.
What I didn't miss was the feel of him sinking inside of me. My body came alive as my eyes tried to roll back. I say tried because Daddy gripped my ass and growled, "Watch me," which made that movement stop rather quickly.
I'd gotten more than I bargained for with this round. Daddy was showing me his love. He was pouring his feelings into me with every slow thrust, every soft kiss. It wasn't the hurried, forceful pounding he'd been giving me. The one that spoke of how desperately we wanted each other.
This was more a contented connection. We had one another, and we were going to pull through this next challenge. Together. Always together.
Nothing would separate us again.
"Does my husband love getting fucked in the morning?" Daddy's dirty words turned me into a whimpering mess. I didn't say any actual words, only sounds, as I expressed how good he felt.
The smile he wore told me just how much he loved seeing me this way. Broken. Needing. Frantic. And all of it was for him.
"You're going to come. Then we're going to shower and get ready for today. There's a lot to be done, but we'll get through it all. I can promise you that."
We both knew it wasn't true. He couldn't promise me we'd both live through today and tomorrow. There were too many things that could go wrong.
Yamamoto could decide to double-cross us. He could decide to wipe out the heir and the current Romano.
My father could get wind of what was happening and stage an attack on us first.
One of us could get injured in the crossfire.
Each obstacle we overcame was merely a small step in the bigger picture. We had to execute the man who I'd once looked up to in order to end this madness.
"Focus on me, baby. Don't think of anything else. Me and you. The feeling of me inside you. The way your cock rubs against my stomach. My hands on your ass. The grip you've got on my neck. Every bit of that should be your focus. Not anything outside of this room." He bit along my jaw, further proving his point that I should be paying attention to him.
I soaked in the feeling, giving myself the chance to truly block everything else.
The change was instant. Pleasure washed through me, sweeping away the worry. My body relaxed and the orgasm I'd been suppressing rose forward, then crashed like the tide along the shore. I felt myself break apart, then get quickly rebuilt as another wave of rapture tore through me.
By the time I was somewhat back to normal, it felt like I'd been on the most chaotic roller coaster ride of my life. My body was a mess, and Daddy smiled happily over at me.
"Shower time, baby." And like that, I followed him into bathroom, just like I knew I'd follow him anywhere we go next.
* * *
By the timewe had to meetup with everyone, the day was half over. Only Yamamoto's most trusted men arrived at the meetup spot — an empty warehouse owned by NightShade near the more suburban area of the city. It was a stretch to even call it that. But it was the area where skyscrapers got a bit shorter the further you went and instead you saw houses starting to pop up all over. The warehouse was the last holdout of land that hadn't been gentrified or repurposed by the city yet.
Pharrell was due any minute since they'd landed by plane a half hour ago. Waiting for him was enough to have me ready to jump out of my skin. I kept worrying he'd get stopped on the way to us and this would all be for nothing.
At the rap along the backdoor, it opened to reveal my friend, his wife, and about ten of their men. I stood from the chair I'd been perched on to go meet him. "Welcome! I'm glad you made it."
He smiled at me as he pulled me into a quick hug. "Wouldn't miss this for the world. It's good to see you again so soon," he said before pulling back and giving Preacher a hug of his own.
I had to forcibly remind myself to not call him that today. As much as I'd already slipped by letting Tank and Ricardo hear me call him that, it would do me no good to let others know what I preferred behind closed doors. I was already going to have a fight on my hands being gay as I took over as head of the organization. I needed to not add anymore to the fire.
"Glad to see you too, Preacher," Pharrell said. Then he turned to look at the others gathered. His eyes drank in Ricardo, who seemed to be staring him down just as hard. "Care to make introductions, Dante?"
I shook away my thoughts to step forward. "This is Yamamoto, head of the Yakuza. Yamamoto, this is Pharrell, head of the Western Sector for the Cosa Nostra."
Pharrell's gaze cut to mine as I used the same words he had before. The smile that curved his lips was all too knowing, and I could tell he was going to be more than happy leading the areas he'd helped me wrangle during my time as The Monster.
Not that the dark part of me ever truly left. It was more that he waited around for a chance to be released.
Timing was everything.
"This is my wife, Stasia. She is here to assist us as these are mostly her men," Pharrell said to the room. "She gets the same respect I do. We are business partners; therefore all decisions will have her included."
