“You need to eat more. You’re far too skinny, Dove,” Matteo’s villainess voice pierces my ears, and I walk a little faster, following the sound. Rounding the corner, I enter the dining room but come to a screeching halt when I see Dove and Matteo.
Dove’s gaze immediately finds mine, and her pretty pink lips part in both terror and alarm. She seems to be shocked, and her big blues, only widen further as they take in my bloodied clothes. Words of rage form against my tongue. I’m spiraling out of control like a plane that’s been shot out of the sky.
This, what I’m seeing right before my eyes, is merely the icing on top of a shittastic cupcake. I want to lash out at Dove, to be angry with her for sitting and having dinner with the enemy, but the real reason for my rage sits at the head of the table, mere feet away from me.
“Care to join us?” Matteo almost snickers, but I don’t miss the surprise in his eyes. He wasn’t expecting me to make it back here tonight. Fucking piece of shit, coward, can’t even fight me man to man, but instead, tries to get rid of me by sending me on a death mission.
“Cut the fucking shit, Matteo, and don’t act like you aren’t shocked that I made it out of that fucking warehouse alive. You know as well as I do, that what you sent me to do was a suicide mission.”
“And yet you stand before me.”
Fucking asshole.
“Next time you want to kill me, maybe do it the less cowardly way and face me, man to fucking man.” I slam a fist down onto the heavy wooden table. Dove jumps at the violent move, but she should know by now, I would never lay a finger on her pretty little body, at least not one that she didn’t beg me for.
“I didn’t try to kill you, Zane, and I’m actually glad that you’re here. I have news that I want to share with you and Dove.”
I look to Dove, who looks back at me with the same confused expression. Okay, so neither of us know what this fuckhead’s next move is going to be. Great.
“What is your announcement?” Dove asks, her voice strong. She is not a little bird trapped in a cage anymore. Not that I mind. I’ll take her any way I can get here. It’s just right now, she seems fierce like a warrior, and all she’s done is ask a question.
“I’ve decided that it’s time to announce your appearance to everyone. We’re going to have a special event to celebrate your return home.”
My anger only intensifies at his words. He had tried to kill me and was sitting here with my girl at dinner, planning a fucking party.
“Splendid.” The single word drips with sarcasm from my lips. “I’m going to go clean the blood, of the five men you sent to jump me, off my body and head to bed,” I sneer and turn on my heels. My eyes catch on Dove, and her mouth pops open. She wants to say something, but I don’t want to hear it. Seeing her tonight, watching her play the part of his precious little daughter, makes me want to hurt her. To set her straight and remind her just who owns her body, mind, and soul. It feels like a knife is being plunged into my chest when I drop my gaze and walk away, but I can’t stand there for another second.
“Trouble in paradise already?” Matteo’s voice reaches my ears just as my foot graces the first step of the staircase. I could turn around and say something to him, react to his asshole ways, but I’m too fucking exhausted to keep up the charade, so I continue up the stairs.
When I reach the bedroom, I strip out of my bloody clothes, leaving a trail behind me as I enter the bathroom. Turning the hot water on, I wait a second before stepping beneath the spray. The water feels like razor blades against my aching back, but I withstand the pain, my head hung low as I watch the clear water turn pink and rush down the drain.
The door opens, and my ears perk up at the soft footfalls. I don’t turn around to look at Dove, but I can feel her in the room, watching me through the fogged-up shower stall. No matter what, I always feel her, it’s truly the only thing that I allow myself the pleasure of enjoying. Her body, her touch. Turning into the spray of the water, I wet my hair, running my fingers through the strands before taking a step back.
I’m not sure what Dove is doing, so I’m surprised when the shower door opens, and she steps in behind me.
Her small hand lands on my shoulder, her fingers gently drag down my arm, and a shiver of pleasure runs down my spine. I turn to face her, ready to ask her what the hell that shitshow downstairs was, but the words lodge in my throat when she sinks to her knees before me.
“What are you doing?” I croak, the mere image before me making my cock twitch.
“Making you feel better… taking care of you,” she says, a hint of a smile on her lips. She is either nervous or excited because her chest is rising and falling rapidly while she peers up at me, through her thick lashes. I’m going to go with the second, with the way her perky nipples are hardening.
She reaches for my already stiff cock, wrapping her small soft hand around it. Pleasure shoots through my body, like a bolt of lightning, pushing the pain and the anger into the deepest corner of my mind. Placing my hand against the tiled wall, I groan. Fuck, she knows just how to make me forget.
Leaning in, she takes the head of my cock between her plump lips and runs her tongue along the bottom. My dick is so hard; veins have started pulsing over the smooth skin. I’m barely controlling myself at this point, but I don’t want her to stop. I need her mouth, her touch. Looking down, I watch as she starts bobbing her head, taking me deeper and deeper into her hot wet mouth, while keeping her eyes on me.
Control. I need it. Weaving my fingers through her hair, I fist the strands and pull her head back off my cock.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, hard and fast, and you’re going to let me because you’re mine to use as I please, correct?”
Licking her lips, Dove nods her head before whispering, “Yes.”
Guiding her mouth back to my cock, I hold her head in place and start to fuck her mouth with slow leisurely strokes. One of her hands slips between her legs, and all I can do is grin. Such a greedy fucking girl.
“Stroke your pretty pussy while you suck on my cock, and remember who it is that owns you,” I grit, my voice filled with venom. Pistoning my hips, I up my pace, the tip of my cock hits the back of her throat, and she gags around my length. Her eyes water and fear trickles into her eyes as I hold her face there, my cock deep in her throat.
“Breathe through your nose, baby, and swallow with each stroke,” I demand, tightening my grip on her hair as I pull her off my cock. Saliva drips out the side of her mouth and down her chin. Damn, she looks so beautiful like this. At the mercy of my cock.
Continuing to fuck her mouth, I watch and marvel as she gags around my length a few more times before following my directions. Pleasure builds at the bottom of my spine and builds upward until there is nothing but a burning in my balls to release my load into her mouth.
“I’m coming,” I groan.
“Mmmm,” she whimpers around my length.
“You’re going to swallow every drop, do you understand?” I warn. She merely whimpers, and seconds before I explode, I hold her face to my groin. Ropes of sticky come slip down her throat as she swallows around my cock, and I pull out of her mouth, dragging my tip over her lips before releasing her. Her eyes shimmer with tears, and her lips are swollen, and fuck, I want to be inside her pussy right now, but more than that, I want her to know who it is that owns her. Tugging her up off the floor, I drop to my knees before her and back her up against the tiled wall.