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I’m embarrassed when a fresh stream of wetness spruces my slit, his finger nearing it already glistening. I’m a bad girl. I was never supposed to be Rapunzel locked up, being a bean counter for some small-time firm.

I should be here, living dangerously—“ Mmph. ”

His tongue delicately touches my clit, before he goes back down to kissing my thigh.

This man is a fucking tease.

When I squirm, his harsh grip keeps me in place. He’s toying with me, asserting his dominance with every tiny action he takes.

“We shouldn’t continue,” his voice purrs through his lips, vibrating my body.

I wrap my leg around his head, and thrust my pelvis into his face, begging him to stop teasing.

Finally, he obliges. But it’s not relief I feel. It’s an anxious amount of pleasure.

His tongue hardens and softens like an eel, sending little electrical pulses spinning into my chest. I’m surrounded by tools, in some killer’s shed, getting tongue-fucked… and it’s incredible.

He swallows all of my juice with pleasure, and it’s a lot . I don’t know if I’m ovulating or what, but my God , I feel it pouring out of me.

Maybe it’s just what this man does to me.

Pulses come in droves. I have three at once…

Then another two.

An orgasm is coming with little warning. My nails dig into his perfect hair. His grunts remind me that I’m not the only one getting pleasure out of this.

My vision goes white and clears. I must look like a crazy person—because I can’t control my expression. A gust of cold air freezes my wide-open mouth as I fold forward.

Oh my God.

My legs are trembling as the pinnacle comes, and it’s exacerbated by my view. Beyond his long tongue and longer fingers, I see his other hand holding a snake that’s as hard as a rock. His fist barely covers half of it.

When did he even take it— Oh… fuck!

My eyes roll to the back of my head. His tongue feels like it’s in my stomach, and I imagine his cock sliding in next. He knows just when to release pressure on my clit, and then comes back for more. It’s like he’s in my head.

When I relax and lean back on the table, I take a long breath to internalize what just happened. I haven’t orgasmed like that ever . Not ever.

I have to let him fuck me after that. It’s only fair.

My energy returns when I realize only a small piece of the puzzle’s been completed. It’s his turn.

I reach down and grab his face as I slide off the table—incurring more splinters—and plant a juicy, yearning kiss on his lips. I like my own taste when it’s mixed with his.

“Let me help you now.” I shrug one shoulder flirtatiously, then grab his cock.

For a second, I think he died and came back to life.

I’m being a bitch. He’s not that old.

My body is a mix of ice and molten lava as my knees scrape against the shed floor. He stands knowingly, using his Kegels to bounce his hard cock once near my face.

“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” he grumbles.

Heat flushes my face. I must be blushing. My embarrassment literally shoots a spritz of precum out of his cock over my nose. I gasp, taking one finger to scoop it in confirmation. I lick it slowly, playing with it in my mouth.

“Very bad.”

I take the full of his cock into my hands and lick the tip. It’s huge up close. Perfect girth, wild length. He’s all dangerous man, not those tentative boys I used to date. And I want him.

Peering up at him, even his “ O ” face is sexy. He’s seemingly angry, exhaling harshly like a feral beast. The sight turns me on even more, so I gag myself on his length, and then keep bobbing to get more out of him.

Don’t cum yet, you big jerk.

I stop abruptly, and his massive hand palms my head to drive me back, but I turn away.

“No. That’s enough foreplay for you.” I slap his hand away and stand, keeping one hand jerking his cock. God, I love this.

“I… want it.” Saying the words make me blush harder.

Can’t wait to cum again. Can’t fucking wait.

I tease it near my slit, and he shakes his head.

“No. No condom.”

The heat turns to real embarrassment. I hadn’t even thought about that.

“Why… not?”

“Why don’t I have a condom? Because I didn’t expect to have an intimate experience in my shed today.” He licks his lips. “Besides, you’re ovulating. I don’t want another family, ever .”

“ Another ?”

“Guess you’re not that good at Googling,” he says.

“What the hell, Aros?”

“I’m not getting into it. You’re too young. You wouldn’t understand.” He reaches for his pants.

The mood is decimated . I’m told it’s horrible to leave a man unfinished, but there’s no coming back from this.

Is the blinding fire gone?

Yes.

Am I offended and confused?

Yes.

And for some reason… I need to know the man behind the mystery.

“Try me,” I say.

He shakes his head. “They’re long gone, kid.”

My neck tenses. “As in… they’re…”

“Yeah, and it was all because of the life I left behind. The underworld is punishing, alright? Let’s leave it at that.”

I swallow past a lump in my throat. Never went from orgasm to near tears within the same minute.

Dnk! Dnk! Dnk!

We both startle when we hear banging on the gate.

“ Hello! This is the police! Please come out or open the gate! ”

I recognize the voice as Rodney’s, and I want to die where I stand.

Silver looks at me with a knowing glare. “Now do you see why I tested your trust?”

Blood rushes to my face as he hands me my coat. “Silver, I—”

“Shh.” He puts his finger over his perfect lips, then nods for the door.

Our juices are still swirling around in my mouth, and my eyes are watery from what he just revealed.

“Now go be a good girl and pretend you needed a tool from your neighbor’s shed.”

xxx

I’m on cloud nine as I trudge up the steps to my front door with a screwdriver in my hand and the rookie cop Rodney eyeing me curiously while walking me up.

Fumbling through the keys, I’m in my own head, reliving the elation of seeing my father alive .

What’s better? Silver’s scent is stuck in my pores. I refuse to wash my face—

Whoosh!

The door swings open, and the angrier of the rookies—Reggie—opens the door to present Uncle F pacing in the kitchen.

“The hell?”

“You don’t report in. You ignore my messages. I had no choice, Quinn. Your uncle was asking…”

Fucking rat .

Now I’m angry.

I push the door open farther and shoulder the rookie out of my way. “What am I, a fucking child?”

“ Hey! ” Uncle F slams the island. He’s sweating… and seems nervous. “We’re trying to get your father back, and I’m here worried sick something might’ve happened to you.”

Now, all of a sudden?

How is it a lone mobster did your job better than an entire department?

“You’re overreacting.” I stand my ground.

“ No. You have no idea what this department has been through trying to uncover your father’s whereabouts. The last thing I need is you galivanting wherever it is you’re going . Reggie tried your job, your cell. Nothing .”

Uncle F has only acted like this two other times in my entire life.

Once, I remember he was at odds with Big Bill, throwing a tantrum about how the house he was trying to sell would go for a higher amount. And the other… hm… something about the gifts he received at his wedding. Money.

“That’s it. You’re coming to stay with Mara while I work around the clock. Your job said you’re working from home, so that won’t be an issue.” Ferraro snaps his fingers.

“Like hell I am, Uncle F. I don’t know what’s gotten into you—”

“On the honor of your father, I’m keeping you safe .” He points in my face, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple.

“You’re not yourself.” I take a step back, glancing at Reggie. “Cut it out.”

Ferraro nods to Reggie, and I can’t believe what’s happening.

His boots scrunch as he walks over to me.

“Don’t you fucking dare ,” I scowl.

“Sorry, Quinn. He’s my boss. Just take it easy.” He holds his hands up as if he doesn’t want to subdue me.

Uncle F folds his arms. I’ve never been on the receiving end of his wrath, and I never will be again. Fuck him . Who does he think he is?

As soon as Reggie lays a hand on me, I react.

Woop!

My fist clashes with his cheek, which makes him grunt before his grip tightens around my wrist. He moves fast to grab my other one. Apparently, being the captain’s daughter doesn’t mean I’m invincible. I thrash and thrash, only hurting my own wrists in the process.

“Please, Quinn—”

“That’s Ms. Fucking Dall to you!” I spit on Reggie and heel-stomp his boot, forcing him to let up for a second, only for him to double-down and squeeze my wrists unbearably tight.

Uncle F comes and slaps cuffs on me, and I’m in disbelief.

“Assaulting an officer?” he says angrily.

“Assaulting a citizen ,” I growl as I spin with my back facing Reggie and I’m looking up to Ferraro. “Too far, Uncle. Too goddamn far .”

“You better cool down before you’re greeted as a guest in my home.”

“Fuck you, I’d rather sit in jail.” I spit again.

I can feel the veins jutting from my neck, the heat scratching at my skin.

“We can arrange that. At least then I can keep you put until we find him,” Ferraro says.

Every muscle in my body is flexed. I’d stab him if I could.

Never.

Ever would I expect betrayal like this.

Oh my God. Has he seen me with Silver? That would cause someone to sweat…

I calm down slightly, realizing his actions might be justified in his head.

“I take it you’re coming to your senses?” Ferraro says. “To my house, then? Oh, and Reggie here will be watching you every damn second. Consider him your personal bodyguard from here on out.”