I clenched my teeth and tried to shove her head away, but instead, she sucked harder. I saw stars as release hit me, and when she pulled away, she fucking grabbed the sheet and dabbed her swollen lips then said. “Breakfast of champions.”
I groaned and moved to a sitting position. “Hate you for as long as we both shall live?”
She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Hate you for as long as we both shall live.”
“Good.” I dropped her hand then shoved her off the bed onto the floor, only to have her trip me when I tried to walk by.
I smiled the entire way to the guest room.
Well, if Nixon killed me, at least I would have one up on him.
Because minutes before my execution, I’d had his daughter’s mouth on my cock, and nothing could take that away from me.
Even my own death.
It was a giant F U to one of the most powerful bosses in the known world, and part of me liked that I had something to hold over him, something that would make him see rage because what better way to destroy his sanity than for him to find out, before I took my last breath, that every single time he thought he was keeping his daughter safe during all our family dinners…
I was going down on her for dessert.
I eyed my gun on the nightstand and sighed. I was dressed in minutes, wearing my Eagle Elite uniform of black slacks, white button-down shirt, and black jacket with our insignia on it.
People thought it was weird that a university had uniforms. They didn’t realize that it was like wearing a badge that said “property of the mafia.” The uniform was how we protected the students.
I sighed; it sure as hell wasn’t going to protect me now, was it?
I shoved my gun in the back of my trousers and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and attempt to do something with my hair.
I stared at myself in the mirror; I looked like I just got off.
My eyes were clear like I’d just taken a hit of something.
Serena’s mouth.
I ran my hands through my golden-brown and called it good when Serena joined me and shoved me to the side with her hip.
“Could your skirt get any shorter?” I wondered out loud.
She had on thigh-high tights that made me want to bend her over the sink, spank her ass, then say something stupid like, my office, detention, wait with thighs wide open.
“Probably.” Her mask was back in place, meaning she was wearing makeup, probably to cover up the split in her chin that I’d put there. I wondered if it made me a horrible person that I liked that she was wearing something on her face I had caused.
And not in the way that I got off on hitting her. I got off on the fact that she fucking hit me back.
Already I was having trouble controlling my arousal around her, and it wasn’t helping that she was bending close to the mirror as she put on purple lipstick that by all means should look like she was dressing up for Halloween but instead showed me just how luscious those lips were, and how good they felt when they sucked me dry.
“Better stop staring.” She finished and then rubbed her lips together and stared at me in the mirror. “The last thing you need is to confront my dad, point down, and go damn it even after I got the best blowjob of my life by your daughter, I still can’t keep my shit together.”
I sighed. “I hate you.”
“I know.” She winked.
I grinned and then sighed. “Let me take care of it.”
“Your boner?”
Another sigh. “No Serena, I mean today with your dad, let me take care of it, this is on me.”
Her gaze softened. “We all let it happen.”
“I know, but this is on me, I just, I can’t let my blood—” I clamped my lips shut.
She frowned. “Your blood what?”
“You know,” I whispered.
She looked over her shoulder like there was a camera or something and then lowered her voice. “Don’t.”
It was the first time I saw fear in her eyes.
She was afraid of what would happen if I brought it up.
And I knew there was no choice but to bring it up.
“We should go.” I ignored the pleading look in her eyes.
And when she shoved me in the back, I welcomed the pain of nearly falling into the closed door.
She wanted to pick a fight. Fighting made her feel better. I knew her too well.
“Junior!” She hissed my name, then grabbed my elbow and turned me around, her eyes pleading. “Promise me.”
I sighed and then leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, then whispered, “No.”
She cussed me out the entire way down the hall. Hell, I was surprised she didn’t try restraining me and cutting off my blood circulation so I couldn’t confess.