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NATALIA

I didn’t know it was possible to ache like this. Every part of me trembled beneath his hands. I was at the mercy of a man I wasn’t supposed to want, a man who should be the last person to touch me like this. But there was no stopping it. No logic or reason left in my head. Only the rough drag of his calloused fingers along my skin, the way his palms traced over the swell of my thighs, his grip tightening when I shifted beneath him, breathless, wanting and terrified.

Tick Tock knelt between my legs, gripping them apart as those stormy gray eyes took me in. He was gorgeous. So much more than I could have ever prepared myself for. His dark curls hung wildly around his shoulders, soft, thick strands that framed his face. They were chaotic, just like him, and cast shadows over that handsome face that made him look both menacing and sexy as fuck. I couldn’t stop myself and I reached up, threading my fingers into the unruly mess of his hair, wanting to feel every silken wave slip between my hands, needing to ground myself in him, needing to believe this was real.

His beard was carved to perfection, clean and sharp against the sharp line of his jawline, accentuating the strength of the mouth that had devoured me so completely only moments ago. Those same lips that had kissed me soft and sucked me hard until I couldn’t remember my own name. A shiver rolled through me as my body melted further beneath his weight.

I had no other option but to lie there and take everything he was willing to give to me. I belonged to him. Completely. Every breath, every broken moan, every part of me. I had become his to use and ruin as he wished. And somewhere deep down, I knew I would never want it any other way. His eyes locked on mine, dark and dangerous, the kind of gaze that stripped you bare from the inside out. And maybe I was already stripped. Torn open and laid out for him to see every soft, needy piece of me.

“You sure about this, kitten?”

His voice was low, edged with warning, but gentler than I’d ever heard it. Like he wanted to give me a chance to run, but God help me, I didn’t want to run.

I nodded, swallowing hard, my lips trembling as I whispered, “Please.”

I felt his fingers stroke down the length of my core again, slow and deliberate, and my breath caught, my hips lifting into his touch before I could stop myself. His thumb circled softly over my clit, just once, sending a sharp little shiver up my spine.

“You’re so fucking sweet, baby,” he murmured, leaning down, dragging his tongue along my collarbone, kissing up the side of my neck as his fingers kept moving, slipping lower, teasing, coaxing me open. “So fucking perfect.”

My body arched under him, my legs spreading wider, desperate for him, and I hated how needy I sounded when I moaned, but I couldn’t help it. Not when he touched me like that, rough fingers dipping, sliding through my slick heat, circling me until my hips started rocking into his hand. I’d never been touched this way and it felt too good to be true.

“Are you real,” I whispered, not expecting a reply. Instead he chuckled.

“As real a man as you’re ever gonna get, baby.”

And then his hand was gone, and I whimpered, my eyes snapping open, only to find him watching me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

His cock was thick, heavy, flushed dark and leaking at the tip, so big my stomach clenched tight with nerves, my breath catching hard in my throat.

“Relax, kitten,” he murmured as he moved over me, one hand sliding beneath the curve of my ass, lifting me just enough to angle my hips. “I’ll go slow.”

I nodded again, my fingers gripping the sheets so tight my knuckles turned white. And then I felt it. The heat of him pressed against me, slow and steady as he pushed inside me. My body stretched, tightening around the head of his cock, burning just a little as he pushed deeper. He was careful, pausing when he felt resistance.

His eyes softened, one hand stroking my cheek as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to my lips. "Breathe, baby… just breathe."

I cried out against his mouth as he pushed forward, breaking me open with one slow, steady thrust. The sharp sting made my eyes blur, but his kiss swallowed the sound of my cry, his tongue gentle against mine as he held still, letting me feel every inch of him as my body adjusted.

“Good girl,” he whispered against my lips. “You’re doing so good, baby. Taking me so fucking perfect.”

I clung to him, fingernails digging into his shoulders, my thighs trembling as the ache slowly turned to something else, something hotter. That need I’d felt before began to build again beneath the burn.

He moved, just a little, sliding his hard cock back before pushing in again. He was slow at first, making sure I could feel every thick inch of him. He watched my expressions as if he were memorizing every gasp, every tremor. His hips rocked into me, grinding against my clit as he began to move, each thrust a little deeper, a little harder, the pain melting into pleasure until I couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

"Feel me, baby?" he growled, his lips brushing over my ear. "Feel how good you fit around me?"

I moaned, breathless, my hips lifting into him, chasing every movement, my body greedy for more.

He reached between us, circling my clit with rough fingers, teasing and torturing me, pushing me higher until my whole body was shaking beneath him.

“That’s it, kitten… come for me. Come on Daddy’s cock.”

His words sent me spiraling. The orgasm hit fast and hard, my walls clenching down and pulsing on his dick, my thighs quivering as I cried out his name, hands gripping him tighter, riding the wave as he kept thrusting through it, refusing to let me come down easily.

Before I could catch my breath, he lifted me up, hauling me into his lap like I weighed nothing, his cock still buried deep inside me.

"Ride me, baby," he ordered, his grip hard on my hips. "Show Daddy how bad you want it."

I obeyed, sliding up and down on him, gasping as the thickness of him rubbed all the right places, his cock stretching me so wide I could barely breathe, the slick sounds of our bodies colliding, filled the room.

He groaned, head tilting back, eyes on me as I moved, my breasts bouncing, my skin flushed, every inch of me aching for him.

"Look at you, baby… riding me so good, so fucking beautiful," he growled, pulling me down harder onto him, grinding my clit against the base of his cock. "You gonna come for me again, kitten? Gonna milk my cock like the greedy little thing you are?"

"Yes… Daddy, please…"

My voice broke while my body trembled as the pressure built again so fast I couldn’t stop it. My second orgasm tore through me, harder than the first, my body clenching down on him so tight I felt him growl against my neck, his own release crashing into him as he spilled inside me, groaning my name as his cream hit my depths.

He held me there, tight against his chest, his lips pressing soft kisses to my shoulder, my neck, my jaw. I clung to him for a minute, maybe two. I wasn’t aware of time anymore. Then Slowly, he laid me back onto the mattress, his cock slowly sliding out of me. I whimpered at the loss.

“Stay put,” he said, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I’ll be right back.”

I watched him disappear into the bathroom, heard the sound of water running, my body still shaking from everything we’d just done. When he returned, he knelt beside me, a warm towel in hand, cleaning me gently, taking his time, his fingers soft, his eyes softer.

It was everything I thought he’d never do.

When he was done, he slid into the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms, my head resting against his chest, his heartbeat loud beneath my ear.

"Your father’s gonna kill me," he muttered, half a groan, half a laugh.

"Maybe," I whispered, smiling softly. "But right now… let’s not think about your fate."

His arm tightened around me, his lips pressing to my forehead.

"You’re trouble, kitten," he said, his voice softer now, almost tender. "But fuck it if you think I’m gonna walk away now."

I shifted in his arms, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of everything I’d just done with a man who was nearly twice my age.

"What about the club?" He asked softly. “And Amethyst?”

I traced lazy circles on his chest. " What about it? I’m not going back there, Jose. And Amethyst, she was just an act. Someone whom I thought was my freedom.”

“So what now?”

“I don’t know, but I think one rebellious act at a time, against my father, is enough."

His chest rose sharply beneath my hand, and then he let out a deep growl, his fingers tightening around my waist. "I knew it," he hissed, turning toward me, his mouth brushing over my lips. "You’re just trying to piss him off."

"No," I breathed, my lips barely moving beneath the weight of his stare. "It’s not about that. Not really. I’m stuck here because of him. I’ve been stuck my whole life. You don’t know what it’s like, Jose… to live in the shadow of a man like him, to watch the way the men look at me, like I’m either a trophy or an obligation. I never asked to be a part of this life."

His eyes darkened, his jaw flexing as his hand slid down, fingers teasing between my thighs again, slow strokes that made me shiver beneath him. "You think I don’t see it? You think I don’t fucking hate the idea of you being here, surrounded by these fuckers? You don’t belong here, kitten. You deserve better than this."

"Then why are you here?" I asked, my voice catching in my throat. "Why stay?"

He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Because your father’s my brother. Because loyalty runs deeper than blood around here. And because if I walk away… I’d never forgive myself for leaving you alone. Let alone, leaving Bulldog alone."

I shivered, my heart racing again for a different reason.

"Jose…"my voice cracked as his fingers traced my sensitive clit.

"Horny much, kitten?" he teased, his lips curving into that dangerous smirk I’d already grown addicted to. His hand slid lower, fingers sliding into my heated core, making me mewl beneath him, my body betraying me all over again.

He crawled over me, pressing me down into the mattress, his mouth crashing onto mine, devouring me until I was breathless, desperate, aching. His teeth nipped at my lips, his tongue sliding deep, tasting every gasp, every moan.

"I fucking knew it," he growled against my lips before kissing me harder, his palm pressing down between my legs again, fingers circling my clit until my hips bucked up into him. "You’re trouble, kitten. And I’m fucked because I can’t stay away from you."

"Then don’t," I whispered against his mouth.

His lips traced down my neck, sucking hard at the tender skin there, marking me all over again. And when his mouth moved lower, trailing hot kisses down my chest, my body arched for him, giving in, giving him everything he demanded without even asking.

Slowly, he broke me apart again, piece by piece. And even as my heart raced with the fear of what would come next, none of it could keep me from wanting him more.

Because the way Tick Tock touched me, the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing that could make him forget his own darkness…

It was already too late.