“Noah, listen, honey. I’m going to have to get you the chocolate next week.” His little face falls and his eyes shimmer, causing my heart to crack down the middle. “I’m sorry, honey.”
“B-But you promised.” His little lip sticks out, and his chin quivers. I hate it.
I swallow back the lump gathering in my throat. “I know. Mama’s really sorry.”
“But you said,” he whimpers, and the first tear falls.
“Can you hurry the fuck along?” Killa gripes when the old lady behind him starts tutting.
“I was good.” His little chest heaves and his lip wobbles. “I went to the classroom and did good. You said I did good,” Noah implores, tears streaming down his face. “Mama, you said.” There’s only one other time I’ve seen him cry like this, and my eyes close at the memory. One etched so deep in my soul I’ll never forget it, nor do I ever want to experience it again. “I did good,” he snivels, and my eyes flare open with renewed vigor.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.” I make a quick decision and take the sanitary pads from the bag. “Can you cancel these off the bill, please?” I ask the cashier, and hand her the pads.
“Sure.” She feigns a smile while scanning me up and down, then presses the button on the register, and it feels like I’m waiting an eternity with all eyes glaring in our direction. “That’ll be twenty-two dollars.”
Noah bounces on the balls of his feet, and I can feelhim beaming up at me like I’m his hero, and I know I’ve made the right decision.
I hand her the cash, then take the change and grab the bags without giving Killa any more attention. As I briskly walk away, his deep laugh penetrates through my bones and reaches my core.
Now I need to decide if I should leave the door unlocked or not.
KILLA
The apartment is quiet when I slip inside, and I cringe at the loud squeak my boots make as I head toward her bedroom. I’m torn between leaving my boots at the door or not, but then I mentally kick myself for even considering it.
This is not my home; I should not care if I wake the kid up or not. Nope. I’m the fucking devil in the night, emerging to repay the sins of a little demon, and I’ll start with satiating my infatuation with her.
I push open her bedroom door, and a rush of excitement flashes through me when her scent wraps around me, bathing me in her intoxication.
She’s in her sleep shorts and camisole again, tangled inthe sheets with her leg thrown over the side of the bed. Her mass of dark, wavy hair covers the pillow, and my fingers twitch to scoop it from her face and count the freckles beneath her lashes, but I refrain from being tender and drag my hand over her bare leg.
Slowly, I work my way up to her neck and slide her hair from her shoulders, embracing the smell of her. Reaching into my cut, I grab the needle Morgue gave me.
I bite the lid off with my teeth and spit it to the floor before I push the needle into her neck. She winces but doesn’t stir, which is odd, considering I just placed a tracker in her neck. The pain makes grown-ass men’s balls shrivel temporarily from the shock.
But not Cass.
Once I’ve finished with the needle, I slip it back into my pocket like it was never there.
The thought of knowing her every move, if she ever makes contact with the sick son of a bitch she shares DNA with, has possession washing over me.
She’s mine. Even when she’s completely unaware of it. From now on, wherever she plans on going and whoever she meets with, I’ll know all about it. Hopefully, she’ll lead me to my sister, but for now, it’s time to play.
“Wake up, Little Demon, the devil has come to claim what you owe him,” I rasp.
She flinches and rubs the sleep from her eyes, then lifts her head from the pillow. “Killa?” There’s not an ounce of fear in her tone, and I find myself torn, loving and hating the fact that I’m her first thought.
Instead of analyzing the way it makes me feel, I concentrate on the sound of my name on her lips, and my cock leaks pre-cum from the slit and over my piercing. Ibite into my lip to stifle the groan threatening to erupt from my chest.
“Wake up or don’t, but I need my cock inside you.”
Part of me doesn’t want to give away how much I need her, but the other part, the part that wins, is determined to feel the pure bliss of her bare, tight cunt.
She sits up and faces me, and I despise that I can’t see her expression due to the only sliver of light shining in is coming from beneath the door.
“You’re not going to want to go there. Trust me.” She blows out a breath. I can just make out the way she pushes her tits up as she crosses her arms over her chest, and my mouth waters at imagining those fucking splendid tits bouncing in my face, her tight nipples pebbled for me to suck on while squeezing the soft, plump flesh in the palm of my calloused hands.
Jesus, that’s hot. I stroke my solid cock, and I can’t help the groan that spills from me. “Fuck.” Unable to contain my beast any longer, I unbuckle my belt, ignoring the startled gasp she releases.
