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“Gratify. Fourteen points,” she says, the room suddenly heavy with tension.
I’ve heard the word before, countless times. I’ve used it countless times, but something about hearing a word that is the literal definition of giving or receiving pleasure drip off her pillowy lips has my breath stalling and my cock stiffening. Christ, what the fuck is wrong with me?
Our pain blends together into a soothing concoction that helps ease the hurt inside me, at least for a little while.
“It doesn’t hurt as much when you’re around.”
I know I shouldn’t be kissing him. This is wrong and taboo in every sense. Something has taken over me, though, and I can’t stop. Maybe it’s because it’s Atlas, because this Titan of a man simply has this much power. Whatever the reason, I relish in it, feeling more alive in this moment than I’ve ever felt before.
“That can never happen again,”
“What are you wearing?”
“A shirt,”
“I have two eyes. I can see that. But it’s significantly too big for you. Whose shirt are you wearing?” “That would be mine,” Dillon says
“I ran into Andromeda, literally, and ruined her shirt. It was th...
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“Look, I’m sorry about the blueprints. I’ll re-print them and—” “I don’t give a damn about the fucking blueprints, Nevaeh. I care that I woke up this morning and you were gone, and your phone was off. I didn’t know what the hell happened to you or where you had gone. It took me over twenty minutes to even fathom that you would suddenly
drive yourself. Then when I arrive, you’re laughing and flirting with another man while wearing his shirt.”
“Who should I be laughing and flirting with then?”
“No one. You should be focused on yourself right now. You’re going through a hard time in your life and—” “No better way to get over something than to get under someone.”
“Do not speak like that,”
“Don’t say things like that. You’re my goddaughter, I can’t think about you in that type of position,”
“Don’t want to or can’t?”
“Both,” he grits out.
“Kiss me, Atlas. Kiss me like you should have last night.”
“It’s not right,”
“It feels right, though. You feel it to...
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“I’m just asking for one kiss. I want to know what it’s like to have you want to kiss me. To
run your tongue against mine, to devour me like I’m—”
The kiss is more crushing and violent then I would have anticipated. I also wouldn’t have e...
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Atlas’s tongue dives into my mouth, not asking permission but forcing his way in, taking what he wants, how he wants it.
“You will never wear another man’s clothes again, is that understood?”
“I can’t even smell your sweet perfume. All I smell is him. It’s driving me fucking mad.” “I can take it off,”
The things I think, the things I fantasize. Shit, the things I’ve done. I kissed Andromeda. Andromeda Clarke. Paul and Emily’s little girl. Theo’s girlfriend, ex-girlfriend, whatever.
I guess I am if I’m sitting here lusting after an eighteen-year-old. I’m forty-one for fuck’s sake. I have no business thinking anything sexual about anyone with a teen in their age. Especially not someone that I’ve known since the day they were born.
“Is it because it gets under your skin? You don’t like the thought of another man touching me? You don’t like the thought of another man’s hands roaming my body, grinding his hard cock against me as his mouth devours my own?”
“I don’t want you dating him,”
“Well, you are definitely not my dad, Atlas. I can date, kiss or fuck whoever the hell I want. It’s really none of your business.”
“You let him kiss you,” he rumbles lowly, his labored breaths increasing. “What?”
“You. Let. Him. Kiss. You,”
“I did.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“I did.”
“I guess Dillion’s taste in women isn’t as bad as you originally thought,” I say with a cock of my head. “I didn’t say that,” Atlas scoffs. “You actually said that verbatim.”
“What is happening to us, Nevaeh?” he asks almost on a plea. “I don’t know,”
“I’m trying so fucking hard. I’m trying to be a good man, a good father, a good friend, a good godfather,”
“Stop tr...
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Where Dillon kisses me like I am something precious and treasured, Atlas kisses me like he has to. Like he’ll starve to death if he doesn’t have a taste. It’s the most empowering and invigorating feeling of my life.
“Where are you taking us?” “To bed,” he rasps. “I’ve tried to be strong, to do the right thing, but I’m fucking done.”
“You better hold on tight, Little Nevaeh. I’m about to fuck this
obsession right out of the both of us.”
“Please,”...
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“Let me make something perfectly clear. You’re never going to talk about you and my son again. As far as I’m concerned,
you were never with anyone before me,”
“When we are behind this closed door, Nevaeh, you are mine. I’ll do whatever I want to this beautiful body, understand?”
“Words, babygirl. I need to hear those pretty pouty lips tell me what I want to hear.”
