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Nothing ever changed. They were as predictable as a fart after eating a can of beans.
It was just my luck to get myself out of a fire and be thrown into an inferno.
"Mistress." I laughed. "Because if you're not careful, she'll toss you on your ass and make you her bitch."
"Maybe I should be your Daddy. Someone needs to teach you to shut your fucking mouth," he growled. "I'll happily show you how to do it." I glared. "Unless you're putting your cock down my throat, I don't think that'll ever happen, asshole."
"What the fuck do you think—" My words died on my lips as he shoved his dick into my mouth. And me, stupid as I was, moaned.
Caleb had a gift for sure, it was the ability to talk out the side of his neck and have people actually believe him. Need to leave before I tackle him and fuck him stupider.
I had no words of reassurance for him. He was a Vitale now. Blood in and blood out. There was no turning back the price he’d just paid.
“What?” Tony asked when he met my gaze. I turned back toward my plate. “Nothing.” “Weirdo.” “Asshole.” The knot in my stomach loosened just a bit.
"Hell no." Caleb stepped to the side. "Move." I slammed his back against the wall, and I was right there crowding his space. "You want to repent so bad, get on your knees and start begging."
He'd been acting weird since the day before. Was it because I'd had to hurt someone? Or was it because he'd made me cum so hard in that little broom closet that I was sure I'd seen god? If god was a six foot three psychotic, grumpy, Italian man with a twisted sense of humor.
"Hey!" I snapped. "Move that hand and you'll regret it." I huffed. "Just say you want me to keep it there. You don't gotta break my fingers!" Tony relaxed his hand a bit, and I blew out a breath. He awkwardly shifted gears with his left hand and maneuvered while he held onto me. My heart skipped a beat. Don't even. Skipping a beat for this bastard? That's insane. He's still a monster.
"Come on, fuck me," I groaned. "Don't rush me, slut," Tony growled. I shivered. "Calling me slut is only gonna make me want it more."
"Come on, you can take it," he groaned. "You can take all of Daddy's cock, can't you?" "Yes!" I cried out as he picked up speed. "I-I can take it for you. Oh. God!"
"I plan to mark every inch of you," he said as he gazed at me. "All of you."
"All of me," I muttered. "Don't stop." “Trust me, I’m not going to.” Pretty sure I'm going to die. I’m okay with that.
"Do you ever stop?" He winked at me over his shoulder, mischief glimmering in his bright blue eyes. "Yeah, when your eight glorious inches are inside of me."
"I don't let things that belong to me go." I backed up and smiled at him. "Ever. Not even when I break them."
"You sure you're good to go in alone?" He looked upstairs nervously before he stared back at me. Was he worried? My chest constricted and I rubbed at it. I couldn't be having a heart attack at thirty-two, right? "I'll be fine." Caleb nodded. "If you don't come down in an hour, I'll—" "Do nothing and wait for me, like a good toy." I patted his head, pulling my arm free. A part of me wanted to bring him along but that was for my comfort.
"He's not bad, don't make it sound like he's scum. The guy has great taste in cars and bikes," Giancarlo praised. "Oh, and it's Caleb. Tony here has some interest in him." All three set their gazes on me as if waiting for me to jump up and down and agree that I had feelings for Caleb.
Caleb burst out laughing and it filled me with butterflies. I wanted to hear that sound more. I wanted Caleb's tears, laughter, happiness, sadness, his anxiety, and his worries. I wanted everything. Silence settled over us for a second and I welcomed the peace. If I wasn't careful, this peace that invaded me would become a high I'd willingly kill for.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he opened his mouth again, tongue out as if begging for more. "More, please, Daddy." Fuck, we were meant to be together. Has there ever been another man in my life that fit me so perfectly?
Eyes burning, I finished up cleaning and made my way back to him. I dropped to the bed and instantly pulled Caleb closer. I put him underneath me. Blowing out a breath, I covered us both with the blanket. I felt whole and content for the first time in ages. "You're mine now."
My feelings for Caleb had come out of nowhere, hitting me like a mack truck. He was brash, stupid, and above all else, a do-gooder. My soul was blacker than the devils and my hands were drenched in blood. After one kill, Caleb looked like he was going to break. There was no way we were supposed to be together, and yet I planned on making sure he stayed mine. Even if I had to cut a few pieces off to make sure we fit like puzzle pieces.
"Call him, Tony." "Benito, I don't think—" "I didn't ask you to think. Tony, we move forward with this. Call him." Benito's tone brokered no argument, and I knew he wasn't asking. I hoped Caleb would say no. And if Benito pushes and gives him no option? Whose side will I be on?
"Actions are what show a man's true intentions. My words can paint pretty pictures but my actions could set fire to it."
I wanted to curse him out one more time. He needed to know what a piece of shit he truly was. After I told him how much I loved him.
I tossed the phone to the side and rushed over to the bathroom to join Caleb. He squinted as water dripped down his face. It was absurd how jealous I was of the water as it cascaded down his body. I wanted to touch him more, to mold myself to him. "Stop giving me crazy eyes
You never stop, do you?" "Never. You sure you want me to stay?" "More than anything." I stopped and dragged him close, none the wiser to our surroundings. "You're mine forever. I'd sooner kill us both then let you walk away again." I kissed him. "I'm so fucked in the head, I'm starting to think the crap that comes out of your mouth is romantic instead of batshit insane."
"I owed you that." Caleb's hands cupped my face. I was still wheezing as he smiled at me like a fucking lunatic. "Now we can do this forever thing. Just know, every single time you do something that pisses me off, I'm punching you in the chest." "As long as you know I'll reciprocate in the bedroom." Caleb shrugged before kissing me. "Fair is fair in this fucked up thing we're calling a relationship."
