Deacon (The Sovereign Mountain, #3)

by Raya Morris Edwards

“Can you be a good girl and keep quiet for me while I eat your pussy?” I ask, voice low.

I touch her chin, turning it up. “I am jealous,” I say. “I want your body, your time, and everything else.” “You can’t keep me here,” she says. “I can and I will. That harness has a leash clip on it, and if need be, you’ll sleep with it locked on the bed.”

He leans in, mouth brushing my hair. “Run again, and I won’t be gentle.”

I tilt my head, noticing there are words burnt into the leather, one for each thigh. Cum. Slut.

Bruhhhhh

“Good girl.” The words force out from between his teeth. “You watch me fuck you. If I see your eyes leave the mirror, I will turn you over and fuck your ass. Understood?”

He bends over my helpless body, and his tongue drags over my navel, licking his cum up and shifting down. His rough fingers push apart the tender skin of my sex. My eyes roll back. I hear him spit his cum, hard. Then, those fingers are in me, plunging brutally, pushing his release deep into my body. His teeth graze the inside of my thigh.

Obediently, I swallow him. His eyes glint with satisfaction. He uses the tips of his fingers to rub the rest of his cum into my skin, into my neck, my face.

“Just keep me in that pretty little pussy while I have a smoke. You mind?”

“God, girl, fucking come on me,” he says, jaw tight.

If I need to tie her up in the name of kink to keep her safe, I’m happy to do that.

His plate is clean before I’m five bites in. He sits back, wiping his hands on his napkin. “I’ve never had food as good as what you cook, sweetheart. Worth kidnapping you for.” I gasp. He gives me that lopsided smile as he gets up. “I’m gonna work you over and work you out tonight,” he says. “So you rest up today while I batten down the hatches for the storm tomorrow.”

Im delulu bc it doesnt get better than this

She feels like something I’m too rough to own but too far gone to give up. I’ve always lived in the real world. The violence, the pain. She feels like a breath of new air, like I caught a rare, beautiful bird in my trap, and I’m so in love, I can’t give it up. I am in love.

I want her, forever. Nightly, daily. In every way, in every moment.

I slide in deeper, to my middle knuckle. And she drips. Fuck, she drips down my hand. I bend in, drawing my wet hand from her body, and bite her thigh. It sinks beneath my teeth. She gasps, her hand falling on my hair and fisting. I grip her wrists, putting them both behind her back, and hold them there. I release the soft flesh of her thigh. She whimpers. Head empty, I lick over the mark I left and give her another, biting into the silky skin. It’s not hard enough to break it but hard enough to make my pupils blow and my head buzz.

I fucking love him

She cries out when my teeth sink into the delicate skin of her inner thigh. Her spine arches off the bed. I keep her down with a hand between her breasts. “No, you take it,” I breathe. “You wanted it, little whore, you take it.” She moans, whimpering. I slap the curve of her ass. “What do you call me?” Her lips part. “Yes, daddy.”

“Why put flowers in my hair?” she whispers. “Because I’m about to give you the most disrespectful fucking you’ve ever had, and I want you to feel beautiful for it,” I say. “Remember when you’re gasping for air and begging like a whore that I can be gentle.”

“Tell me how good it feels, little cumslut,” I pant.

When we had that conversation about her cycle, I did some independent research. I found out a lot of interesting things. And right now, I’m pretty damn sure she’s ovulating. I pull my fingers out and put them in my mouth. My senses heighten. Her sweet taste spreads over my tongue, laced with something…some kind of feral signal I can read on a deeper level. I want this. God, I fucking need this. Up until now, we’ve fucked and haphazardly tried to avoid pregnancy. Maybe that’s a stretch, but I’ve never tried to get her pregnant. That changes tonight.

“You gonna be a good girl and take daddy’s cock?”

My vision blurs. I see a flash of her bent over in front of me. I see myself crouched over her like an animal. This is my wife. The mother of my babies. The other half of my heart.

“Look at you,” he breathes. “Daddy’s little whore, plugged in every hole.”

“Crawl to me,” he says. My limbs are unsteady, but I manage to make the few feet to him. He leans over me. “Put that tongue out,” he orders.

“I’ve got to finish this up, sweetheart,” he says. “Then I’ll play with you for a while.”

“You got some kind of nerve kidnapping my daughter,” he says. That gets me going, but I keep my composure. Freya isn’t his daughter. To be that, he would be required to treat her like a human. “Didn’t seem like you wanted her around,” I say. “How’d you figure that?” I snap the shotgun shut with a quick thrust. “How’d you figure getting a bullet between your eyes, motherfucker?”

“No, does it bother you that I fuck your stepdaughter?” His face turns to stone. The only thing that moves are his pupils, blowing to fill his eyes. The thought that has poked at my subconscious for weeks resurfaces: Aiden cares a little too much about who’s fucking Freya. “Does it bother you that her mother left? That that one’s mother left too?” I jerk my head at Ryland. “But my girl, she stays…enthusiastically.”

Dayummm

“The problem with you is, you’ve never met your match,” I say. “So nice to meet you. I’m not a little girl you can scare by breaking shit. Hit me, and I’ll curb stomp your sons into the ground and bury them in my compost pile. Now, get off my land.”

“Say a word to her, and I’ll shoot you,” I say.

“If you’re pregnant, I’ll be the happiest I’ve ever been.”

I want to hold her hand when I’m gray and there’s no more tread on my tires.

The man drained out of me, and all that was left was the animal. I want my family back, and I’m going to make it everyone’s problem until she’s safe in my arms.