Unwritten Rules (Filthy Florida Alphas 3)

She wants me, and for now, that will have to be enough.

I break away slowly from her lips, opening my eyes to gaze into hers.

Beauty.

That’s what Toi is. Something beautiful in my world that’s seen very little of it. When a man finds beauty, he’d be a fool to let it go.

I stand up and remove my shirt. Toi watches, her eyes never leaving me.

“What are you doing?” she whispers.

“Getting ready for bed, Dragonfly.” I grin when her eyes dilate and her mouth opens in surprise.

She shakes her head no, and shakes it harder when I undo my belt.

“You’re cute, Toi, but I’m getting in this bed with you.”

“You were already in bed,” she says so softly I have to strain to hear her.

“But I didn’t get undressed. I thought I might have to get up for club business.”

“You still might,” she says, rather desperately.

“I’ve decided I don’t care if there’s a fucking fire and we’re attacked on all sides. I want to sleep with you skin against skin.” I wait for her to process my words, then continue—needing to make her understand. “I told you, Toi, you sealed your fate.”

“What does that mean?’

“Just what I said. I’m keeping you.”

She starts to talk, but instead reaches for the notebook, wincing when it hurts. I frown. I don’t like that and if what Kasha said is true, using her voice won’t cause more damage. If anything, it might preserve what she still has. She starts to write furiously on her paper, when I reach down and pull it away.

“When you want to talk to me, Dragonfly, you use your damn voice.”

“It hurts,” she squeaks, but you can hear the anger in it.

“Because you don’t fucking do it enough,” I grumble, raking my hair back away from my face. This wasn’t how I envisioned my evening and it’s not how I want to finish it.

“You’re a jerk,” she huffs.

“I know and you should get used to it. Now quit distracting me. I told you I was keeping you, and I am.”

“Shouldn’t you…” She stops to catch her breath and then continues, “ask me about this?”

“It’s too late for that,” I answer her, unbuttoning my pants and pushing them down. Her face colors and she almost jumps back in bed. I’d almost think she’d never seen a dick before. I reach down with my hand and stretch my cock, showing her just how fucking much I want her. I nearly groan when she licks her bottom lip hungrily. “Not yet, Dragonfly.”

She looks up, shocked.

“I wasn’t—”

“Your eyes were. You need to heal up. You checked out okay, but you’re black and blue every fucking where I look.”

“I don’t think we should—”

“Oh, we will.”

“Marcum…”

“Yeah, I like that.”

“What?”

“You saying my name.”

“Can you put on pajamas?” she whispers as I put a knee on the bed.

“Don’t have any.”

“Underwear?” she squeaks, trying to scoot away.

“Don’t wear that shit.”

“You can’t get in bed with me naked.”

I reach down and kiss her forehead.

“Get some rest, Dragonfly,” I say with a smile, as I slide under the covers.

“Oh my God!” she says clearly.

“It’s big, honey, but it’s not that impressive. It will fit inside of you just fine.”

“I… You… We…”

“That’s it pretty much. We. Go to sleep, Dragonfly.”

“I’m going to pretend you aren’t here,” she murmurs, turning around and giving me her back. She’s wearing a long, white gown and while it’s sexy, I want to take it off of her. That’s for another night, though.

“Let’s see how that works for you.”

There’s silence for a few minutes and as I pull her body into mine, I close my eyes at how fucking perfect it feels.

“Your… I can feel you poking my ass…”

“Not yet. Soon, though.” She tries to wiggle away from me, but I don’t let her go. “Toi, honey, I know I said I was going to wait to claim you, but if you don’t stop wiggling your ass against my cock like that, I’m not going to be responsible.” She goes deathly still and I grin.

“Sweet dreams, Dragonfly,” I whisper, kissing the back of her head and holding her close. This may be the first time in a month that I get a good night of sleep.

Even with a hard-on that could drive a nail in cement.36ToiI wake up alone. That seems kind of anti-climatic, and even though I should be grateful, I find I’m disappointed. Which is crazy…. really it is.

I sit up and I moan. Everything hurts. I’m sore from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. Then there’s the guilt. I was too out of it to process it last night, but this morning it’s front and center.

I killed my father.

I killed my father for a man I’m not sure I even like most of the time.

I killed my father.

What kind of person does that make me? My father was slime, there’s not any love inside of me for him, that’s true. But isn’t this proof that his blood flows through my veins? I have to be just as horrible as he was to kill him like I did. In my head, I can still hear the sickening sound of hitting him. A dull thud that could be heard even over the revving of the engine. I did it on impulse, without thinking. I just wanted to save… Marcum.