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And I realized something.

I loved that look. I loved making him feel that way, loved having this kind of power over him.

“You gon’ drain this dick and swallow that nut?” Stone asked, his voice rough.

I hummed my agreement around his dick, and he groaned. His hand tightened in my hair, and I felt him tense, then he was coming, hot and thick in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, not pulling away until he was completely finished.

When I finally sat up, Stone grabbed me and yanked me up so we were face to face, then he kissed me. Deep and passionate and possessive.

He pulled back and stared into my eyes. “I’ma need you to do that on the regular, baby,” he said.

I giggled, feeling lighter than I had in weeks.

“I will,” I promised, and I meant it.

***

Stone didn’t leave the estate the next day. He usually came and went whenever he wanted. He would disappear for hours, sometimes days, never explaining where he’d been or what he was doing.

But today? He stayed.

I noticed it the moment I woke up. The bed beside me was still warm and, for once, not empty.

Stone was already awake, sitting up against the headboard scrolling through his phone, looking like he’d been up for a while.

His eyes flicked to mine when I moved.

“You up?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, still adjusting. “You not leaving today?”

He shrugged slightly. “Ain’t got nowhere to be right now.”

Something about that made me smile, and Stone smirked back. He leaned down and kissed my lips, then we got up and headed downstairs.

Ish was sitting at the kitchen island, halfway through a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, his phone propped up in front of him.

“Morning,” I said.

“Morning,” he mumbled, not looking up.

Stone walked past him, grabbed a plate, and started fixing himself something like this was routine. Like we weren’t in some weird, complicated situation.

I stood there for a second, watching them.

“Man, I whooped Deante ass in Madden last night,” Ish said out of nowhere, finally looking up. “Thirty-eight to ten.”

Stone glanced over at him. “You did?”

“Yeah,” Ish nodded, grinning. “He trash though.”

Stone let out a low huff, almost like a laugh.

“You ain’t fucking with me in Madden, lil’ nigga,” he said casually, taking a bite of his food.

I blinked. Ish sat up straighter.

“Oh yeah?” he said, clearly challenged. “We can run it later then.”