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“What did you do?” I shout.

“You wouldn’t have lived with yourself, if I had let you kill him, Sweetheart. I know how it feels, I couldn’t let you go through that,” Don replies calmly, as he steps toward me.

Embracing me tightly, I welcome his warmth, letting it calm me. My thoughts are a stormy sea of waves as I glare down at Jack. Don has knocked him unconscious. Slowly, I turn my gaze to Don’s father. A knot tightens in my stomach as I glare down at his body. Considering there’s blood everywhere, I’m not grossed out like I imagined I would. “What do we do now?” I whisper, not taking my eyes off the blood.

“That depends, Sweetheart,” he replies sweetly.

“Depends on what?” I inquire, lifting my head up so I can look at him.

“We have two options. One: we can call the police, and they will take Jack into custody and his fate will rely on the state. Or two: we lock him up until we can come to a decision ourselves.”

“I like option two,” I blurt out without thinking.

Don raises an eyebrow at me, before turning his head toward whoever the men are behind us. “Get him up and checked over,” he demands, pointing to Jack. “But make sure, and I mean make sure, that he’s restrained properly,” he adds.

Without verbally responding, they do as directed, gripping Jack under his arms and dragging him out. Don turns back to me, his gaze locks with mine. Fixed and intense, it sends a shiver down my spine. “Why did you come back in here? I thought you were staying in the car?” His tone is soft, not angry like I expected.

“You were in here for a long time and I got scared. I couldn’t just sit in the car wondering if anything happened to you. I needed to know you were okay.” I reply, burying my head into his chest.

He places a soft kiss to the top of my head, and whispers, “It’s okay, Sweetheart.”

For a long time, we don’t move. The men return empty handed, and I watch intensely as they drag out Don’s father. My heart pounds in my chest at the sight of his blood. Confused and uncertain, I force myself to look away.

“How are you feeling?” Don whispers in my ear.

“I’m surprisingly ok,” I answer with a heavy sigh. “I’m not going to lie, I wanted so badly to kill Jack, and I think I still do.”

“I know, Sweetheart.”

Tensely, he looks lost in thought when he answers me, his gaze drifts restlessly around the room. I’m torn between wanting to help him clear his mind and needing an escape for myself. The weight of everything that happened hangs heavily in the air, and I crave a distraction for both of us.

Fully shaken up by the fact I’m getting turned on by blood, I take a deep breath, summoning every ounce of courage I can muster. With determination, I reach out and grasp his face with both hands, pulling him close. I kiss him fiercely, pouring all my emotions into this moment, but when he doesn’t respond, a wave of doubt crashes over me. I begin to retreat, but his grip on my arm tightens, and he pulls me back into him.

This time, his lips crash against mine with an intensity that ignites a fire within me. “Sorry, Sweetheart, you caught me off guard,” he mumbles between kisses. “You are always shocking or surprising me.” I break away, giving him a look filled with defiance. But he just chuckles and pulls me back in closer. “I meant that in a good way,” he adds.

Obviously forgiving him for his little hiccup, I wrap my arms around his neck. He starts peppering my face with soft kisses, making his way down to my collarbone. A loud groan escapes me when he bites down.

“I will never get enough of that sound,” he murmurs. Intently I move my hands up and tug on his hair tightly, pulling his head upward. My lips crash down on his and I devour him. I want him so badly right now. I thought for a moment that I had lost him, and I need that feeling erased. Reluctantly, he breaks the kiss, grabbing me by the ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist. With a tight grip on me, he walks us over to a table, gently setting me down on top. Roughly, he runs his hands down my chest toward my waist and tugs on the bottom of my top, pulling it up over my head. He growls loudly as he leans down, burying his face in my breasts. “You didn’t wear a bra,” he moans.

Loudly, I let out a giggle at his realization. He begins to tug my leggings and panties down, only stopping to pop my socks and shoes off.

Now, I’m completely naked before him.

He starts kissing from my ankle, moving upwards slowly, sending goosebumps trembling throughout me.

He stops once he reaches my pussy, and without saying a word he sucks on my clit hard. “Holy shit!” I yell out. Overwhelmed, I run my fingers through his hair, gripping on his strands tightly. This, right here is what I need, I just need him.

Stars blur my vision as he licks and sucks, feasting on my pussy before continuing to make his way upwards. His need is evident when he reaches my breasts, cupping one in his hand.

“Why are you not naked?” I say to him, trying my best to sound sexy.

“All you had to do was ask,” he replies smugly.

He steps back and starts stripping, holding my gaze the entire time. My heart beats fast, pounding in my chest like a drum, as he makes short work of his clothes. He stands proudly naked before me. My mouth goes dry as I admire every striking detail of him. I will never get enough of this man, he is truly magnificent.

His cock is fully hard. My need for him changes to desperation as I attempt to slide off the table. But he stops me, shoving me back down. Gripping me just above my ankles, he tugs, until I’m lying down with my ass hanging off the edge. “I need to be inside you now, Little Wasp,” he growls in an almost roar. And without letting me answer he slams into me.

“God…Don.” I moan out.

“That’s it, Sweetheart; you're such a good girl taking my cock.”

I nearly come with his words alone. His voice vibrates, making my pussy clench. He gives me a moment to adjust before slamming back into me. I tilt my head back as a wave of pleasure rushes through me.

“Eyes on me,” he demands, panting, as he continues slamming into me. His balls slapping on my ass each time. His cock feels so good, and I don’t know how much longer I am going to last, when abruptly he pulls out.

Disappointed, I gaze at him with disapproval. He drags me up to stand. He flips me around, so I’m now facing the table. Then with one hand on the back of my head, he shoves me back down. Pushing my legs apart with his, he slams back into me. “Lord,” I scream. He feels so much deeper at this angle. He continues slamming into me hard, moaning and swearing under his breath. His balls are now banging on my clit each time. Each slam sends bolts of pleasure shuddering through my body. My climax is teetering on the brink, ready to explode. He lets out another roar as he slams into me harder, and the friction is delicious. My rock-hard nipples start to rub on the table, and my knees start to tremble. Then I explode, pleasure shooting through every inch of me. Wave after wave my body sings and hums as he slams into me again, his cock pulsating as he comes.

“Fuck, Sweetheart.”