Slowly I stroke into her again.
“Dark.”
I slam into her.
“Ah,” she whines, her face twisting from pain.
“It’s forbidden.”
Harder.
“It’s pain.”
Harder.
“It’s—me,” I grunt out between thrusts.
Gripping her waist, I fuck her, rough and hard, each stroke sounding just as loud as the slaps to her ass.
“Fuck,” she mutters as her walls squeeze me. “I’m going to come. Shitttttt.”
“Gahh. Go ahead, and I’m going to fill up your cunt.”
The harder, faster, deeper I give in to my desires, the wetter and louder she gets. She likes my pain, my darkness—and something tells me, she’ll never hate me for it.
One final thrust, and I blow, spilling my seed in her pussy.
Home.
That’s what it feels like, and that’s a place I can never be.
Chapter Twelve
Easton
I didn’t want to leave her, and that’s done nothing but make me realize how dangerous all of this is. Arloe was supposed to be a quick job. An in for our family. But already, she’s turned into so much more.
If I was smart, I’d leave her alone. Drop her without an explanation and never look back, but we’re past that point, and I’ve known that since the night at the club.
Being a Ciccone means following orders. It means putting the family first and not questioning a damn thing. We weren’t raised to grow up and find love, have a family, and live behind a white picket fence.
We were raised to be cold and calculated criminals. To follow in our dad’s footsteps.
I try my best to push the thoughts from my mind and I enter my father’s home, but it’s fucking useless. I can’t even escape Arloe here.
I tip my head to Alfredo as he closes the door behind me then start up the stairs. My feet drag with every step, and I dread what I know is waiting for me at the top.
When I make it to the door of his office, I don’t even knock. I push it open and step inside, keeping my eyes to the floor.
“Please, son,” he starts. “Don’t look too pleased to see me.”
I raise my face to meet his stare and glare at him. “Don’t worry, Pops. I wouldn’t waste my energy kissing your ass like Max does.”
He scoffs and stands, his hairless ball sac leaping from his lap with the motion. “Maybe if you were more like Max we wouldn’t need these little meetings.”
I shrug. “It’s too bad, isn’t it? That not all of us feel the need to repay you like Max does.”
He rounds his desk and leans onto the front, crossing his arms over his chest. “Repay me? I don’t need anything you all could offer. I’m the one who holds all of the power, Easton. I am the one who makes each and every one of your world’s go round. Without me, you and all of your siblings would be nothing.”
