Youarewhat he wants you to be, whether you fight it, hope for it, or flat-out despise it.
“I need an answer to that, Little T.”
It shouldn’t be this hard, but it is. I don’t want to break a promise to Cairo because I don’t think I have many more strikes left on my card before he turns on me.
“To which part?” I mutter.
“All of it.”
I press my lips together, thinking of how to word it so I can construe it later if I need to. But it’s black and white.
I want Matteo dead, and I’m not going to rest until I’m done.
“I don’t know what you want from me,” I answer honestly. “I can’t function?—”
“Redirect your anger on me. I will take every punch you throw and every shitty little comment you make, but Ican’tdeal with you going rogue. You’re not always going to be so lucky. And he’s banking on it.”
He’s not wrong.
Without Levi, I’m one limb gone, and my sounding board isn’t here.
He’d kill me if I got killed in the process.
“Fair enough,” he hedges through unresponsiveness, releasing my face and using the freedom of his fingers to finish his previous work.
Cairo removes himself from the bed, taking my shorts and panties in one brutish yank down my legs before he reaches for me. Clasping his grip around my forearm, he yanks me up and onto my feet, just to twirl me around and shove me back onto the mattress.
I fall to my palms while the air from the room brushes along my bare skin. Then I’m greeted by Cairo’s warm tongue lashing against my pussy and straight to my clit.
A needy groan sprints from my lips as Cairo makes hispointof…punishment?
Not my definition; however, I’m not entirely complaining either.
Cairo doesn’t let me down, drawing my sensitive nub in between his lips, each time slower than before. A slow and deliberate way to get me to focus onhimand not my obsession with offing Matteo De Leon.
One second, I’m enjoying the way he’s worshipping me from behind, and the next, I’m shoved onto my stomach, arms sprawled out over my head before he slaps my ass with an unforgiving sting.
My teeth grit against each other for the cheap shot when Cairo’s forearm is wrapping around my middle and getting me back to my knees.
Then he’s entering me with one unforgiving, hard thrust.
No warning or taunting words to get me ready for his hard cock.
His flat palm pushes on the base of my spine to get me to lower myself with my ass in the air as he furiously pumps in and out, unleashing all the growing frustration I’ve caused.
With my mouth agape, trying to catch my breath, Cairo doesn’t let up. Fucking me like a doll he has no problem breaking.
I take every demanding thrust, each deep irritation he makes sure to impose on me, and I’m butter against my comforter.
“Open your legs wider for me,” he demands, but he barely gets the words out before Cairo fists my hair and forces me roughly back into his chest. “Tonight was the last time you do this to me.” He leans into my ear. “I told you he was yours. His death, the way he screams, his blood—everything. I will give that to you. But I just needoneminute of you not running around like a psycho bitch in order to get it done. Can you do that for me, or is that too hard for your stubborn ass to manage?”
My resolve is slowly being chipped away by Cairo’s thick cock inside me, working its magic and demanding my answers. His flex is authority, loyalty, and lack of beating around the bush.
It’s the promise he made to me that he’d give me what I want.
“Give me time,” he says against the shell of my ear, sending a wave of goosebumps pebbling against my skin. “This isn’t a walk in the park, or it would’ve been done already.”
“It was for me.”
