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Nothing ever changed. They were as predictable as a fart after eating a can of beans. It's almost too fucking easy.
"You can scream all you want." The serotonin rush was so strong, it was like doing a line of pure uncut coke as it rushed through my veins. "In fact, I want you to. No one is going to save you. Not from me."
"Aww, come on, this is entertaining. You were either going to kill him or fuck. Either way, you need it."
"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."
I groaned and deepened the kiss further. Every inch of his mouth was taken over by me, and still, I wanted to drill it into his thick skull that I ran things, that I owned him in every way. The insanity that took over was impossible to ignore when it demanded I break Caleb.
"How should you address me?" Caleb licked his lips, confusion written all over his face. It was easy to tell when he finally realized. "Daddy?" Bliss rushed through me and left behind a tingle in each of my limbs. Shit. I hadn't expected it to sound so good coming out of his mouth. There was no sarcasm, just an underlying plea to give him what he was desperately begging for.
"Ah." Caleb whimpered. His fingers tangled in my hair and held me close. "You need to be tied down," I said around his nipple. I looked up, thinking about Caleb tied up and at my mercy. My body was flooded with desire all at once. I wanted to do so much for him.
"I'm hungry, can we order pizza or something?" Caleb asked. "And before you even say it, no, your cum was not enough to fill me up." This brat is going to be the death of me.
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.
“It’s a church, what else?” Caleb held out his hand toward me. "Are you going to burn it down?" Caleb took a step away from me. "What the fuck, man? Who in the hell burns down a church?" Benito Vitale, although I’m the one who set the fire. I shrugged my shoulders.
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.
"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."
"I plan to mark every inch of you," he said as he gazed at me. "All of you."
"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."
"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.
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.
Caleb shoved at my shoulders but I wasn't budging. "You're so fucking needy." I grabbed hold of his face and brought our mouths together in a kiss filled with desperation and need.
"Stay." "I'm not a dog," Caleb said, but he didn't move a single inch. "Not yet, but I can find a tail, collar, and leash for you." "Damn perv."
He was a hardass, but a whore for compliments.
Ma was quiet for a moment before she cleared her throat. "Well, you're a dumbass and I didn't raise you to be a liar. Regardless of your intentions, you still hurt that sweet boy."
"Actions are what show a man's true intentions. My words can paint pretty pictures but my actions could set fire to it."
"He's still not getting it," Gin said. "Hey, dummy, he loves you. Seriously, I've never seen that asshole so messed up in my life over someone." "I haven't either," Benito chimed in. "Fuck!"
"I have to go get my moron,"
Before he was beaten into a pulp, 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.
"You know, I still want you to be all mine, right?" I groaned. "Trust me, I know." "But... with caveats. You can do whatever you want with your family, run your gang, whatever. As long as you swear you'll stay by my side." My heart sat in my throat. "As long as you promise to stop being a dick." "Half a dick," he countered.
"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."
"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."
