“Oh, fuck,” I cursed, feeling him hit so deep I wondered if he could touch my soul. The pleasure-pain combination was almost too much. My fingers snatched a handful of the sheets, wailing into them to avoid alerting anyone to how well Daniel fucked me.
“Go ahead and scream if you want. Show me how much you love my dick.”
Oh, God.
I lost myself to ecstasy when my release exploded, slamming backward into Daniel’s thighs as I rode the high. Moans and indistinguishable murmurs left my lips as I felt my juices splashing on his thighs and the sheets.
He followed closely after, rutting against my ass with a roar as he spilled his cum and emptied inside me. Spent, he draped over my back, pressing tiny kisses across my shoulder. His heavy breath blanketed my ear as he whispered, still lodged inside me.
“You’re my addiction. My little fuck doll. I’m not letting you go.”
As possessive as it sounded, I knew they were only words spoken during an intimate encounter. Men never kept their word in these instances. They just wanted to keep getting their dicks wet and said what they needed at the moment.
Experience taught me few men were honorable.
I held on to a tiny bit of hope that Daniel was one of them.
“WELL, WELL, WHAT DOwe have here, fellas?”
My body froze as my brain glitched, a sudden all-consuming fear clenching my stomach and forcing ice through my veins. The scariest asshole who ever walked this earth. His ruthlessness and deadly skill with a blade preceded him wherever he went.
Bruiser. My father’s right-hand man.
“Miss me, baby?”
Hell no!
My mind finally attempted to reboot, and I shook my head vigorously. The crowded shopping mall provided little comfort or chance to escape. I should never have come here, even if I wanted to pick up a few things for Zara.
It was too risky. Dangerous.
Now I faced the possibility of returning to the hell I’d known for the last ten years since my twelfth birthday when my father’s party kicked off a living nightmare.
Bruiser cornered me outside a children’s clothing store, pushing me into a hidden alcove where he could gain some privacy. I knew he’d interrogate me. My father must have wanted answers and was tired of waiting for them.
Not that I had any intention of betraying the RBMC. I took this job to escape the life my father forced on me, not to spy. He assumed I infiltrated to learn about the Royal Bastards, but I didn’t have shit to report. I never would.
“What you learn, Missy?”
Missy. My father’s nickname that he insisted his closest friends call me—at least all the ones he let fuck me.
“Not much.”
“That don’t seem possible. You’ve been there nearly a year. And you haven’t reported in for months. Daddy is getting a little worried.”
Fuck him.
“They don’t share a lot with outsiders.”
“Bullshit, Missy. What you holdin’ back?”
“Nothing. Club business isn’t discussed around the girls.”
“Then I suggest you learn to suck dick a little better, honey, because if you don’t deliver something useful soon, you’re gonna end up back with daddy. We both know how he likes to break you in after you finish one of his jobs.”
Bile rose in my throat, and I swallowed, nearly puking with the reminder. “I’ll figure something out.”
“Yeah, you will. C’mere.”