“Not anymore.”
He slipped my panties aside. Teased my lips with his fingers. I gasped and whimpered as pleasure flooded me like a wave. It was so intense I nearly screamed, but he kissed me. I felt him slip his cock out from the front and it rolled along my wet slit, teasing my clit, before I pushed my hips forward and took him inside.
He filled me like lightning. I gasped and threw my head back. It felt incredible, and I sank down along his shaft, shaking. I moaned, whimpered, groaned. I bit his lip and he bit me back. I rode him, slowly at first, getting used to his size before moving faster and faster. The truck shook and I didn’t give a fuck. Let someone catch me. Nothing in the world mattered but feeling Mal inside of me, fucking me, making me feel good for once in my life.
“That’s right, Cap,” he groaned. “Ride my cock, you bad girl. Come on, ride it faster.” He gripped my ass and thrust up deep. “Take my cock, you filthy girl. My dirty fucking girl.”
“Mal,” I moaned. “Oh, god, keep going. Please don’t stop.” I was begging. Moaning. I’d lost my mind and loved it.
He growled in response and we moved together. I was slick and wild. He was hard and perfect. He fucked me and I rolled my hips and together we reached bliss, reached pleasure. I came in a wildfire of whimpering moans as he whispered in my ear. “Go ahead, bad girl, come for me. Come on my thick cock. Go ahead, I want to feel you come.” I gave him what he wanted, gave him what I needed, and nearly lost my mind from the ecstasy.
He growled and filled me. I felt him come between my legs in thick, hard spurts. When he was spent, he kissed me, his fist wrapped in my hair. I melted into him, nothing more than a puddle, mindless and empty.
He held me tight. I stayed in his lap, his cock still between my legs.
I didn’t know how long we could last. Eventually, he’d find out the truth. When he did, he’d hate me.
But right now, I had this moment. This pleasure. This one perfect act. Of everything I’d done up until this point, this was the one thing I knew I’d never regret.
Letting Mal fuck me. Coming for him. Losing my virginity in his lap.
I had to go eventually. We got dressed. Talked a little. Teased each other. Smiled. He even laughed. He kissed me goodbye and I slipped out. He drove off and I watched him go.
Tears rolled down my face. Thick and fat. I cried once he was gone. Not because he left, but because of what I’d done.
He didn’t know I was the reason my father killed Carmine. And when he found out, we’d never have something so perfect again.
I turned back to home and let the tears come, my body racked with guilt and pleasure and remorse.
Chapter 23
Capri
I barely slept that night. I tossed and turned, thinking of Mal. I stared at the ceiling and felt every inch of him, over and over again. I tasted his lips in my mind a thousand times and the delightful, amazing pain of him sliding deep between my legs, his thick cock taking me in our desperation to feel something, anything other than the constant, overbearing weight of our situation.
It was my first time. I knew it wasn’t his. It didn’t matter—for me, it was perfect. It was Mal, and that was all that mattered. His lips on me, and his cock inside of me, and his orgasm filling me to the brim, and my moans in his ear, his dirty words playing off my lips. It was Mal, and it killed me all the same.
I got up with the sun. I wasn’t going to sleep, so I went downstairs and sat in the empty dining room. Maddie brought me eggs and coffee and gave me a nice wink. “You sleep good, honey?”
“Slept great,” I said, putting on my best fake smile.
I poked at the eggs. I didn’t want them, but at least the coffee was good and strong and milky. I liked it white, no sugar. As I finished my first mug and thought about getting up for another, the door opened and my father stepped into the room.
He looked bleary-eyed. Red-rimmed, exhausted. Likely mirrored my own lack of sleep. He frowned at me and slumped down into the chair across the table.
“Good morning, Capri,” he said.
“Good morning. Sleep well?”
“Worked late.” He loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves. His shirt was crumpled, and I thought I saw a speck of blood on his elbow, but I wasn’t sure. “You look like hell.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
He smiled as Maddie brought his breakfast. Two eggs, two slices of bacon, a piece of buttered toast, a sausage, and a pile of hash browns. It was extremely unhealthy, and I hoped it killed him.