Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
AMbrOS
“And how did that feel?” I ask her softly after she filled me in on what happened at the gym. Listening to her talk about how close she was to ending it for not just her but Star, too, makes me want to destroy the room and scream at the fucking heavens at the injustice of it all.
“Cathartic and terrifying. I’ve been so worried that everyone would think I was a bad mother that it built up in my head to the point it was starting to cripple me. I’d pictured Greer dragging a screaming Star away from me as I was handcuffed.”
“Jesus Citi, I would never let that happen. You hear me? You didn’t do anything wrong, and fuck knows we can’t be committed for our thoughts. Thank fuck, or most of the population would be behind bars.”
“I would have though, if that were the only way to keep Star from his clutches, I’d have—”
I press my finger to her lips to quiet her.
“I know.” I lean down and kiss her. “I hate it for her and for you. I’ll never understand it because I’ve never been in your shoes.
The thought is so alien to me that when I try to put myself in your place, I feel myself unraveling.
The utter helplessness I feel just thinking about it is all-consuming.
To actually experience it? Fuck no. I will never judge you for it. ”
I kiss her again so she can taste the truth on my lips. Eventually, she drifts off to sleep, but like last night, I struggle to follow. Hours tick by before sleep finally pulls me under.
I wake with a start an hour later when I feel movement.
I hold still as I feel Star climb up on the bed on the other side of Citi.
I wait for her to settle before pulling the cover over her.
I should probably take her back to her bed, but having them both here, where I can reach them, brings me comfort.
I drift off more easily this time, waking when the smell of bacon fills the air.
Getting up, I head to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and will my hard-on to fuck off so I can take a piss.
Once I’m done, I slip on some sweatpants and head downstairs, pausing when I hear a familiar voice.
I round the corner, finding Nevaeh and Citi leaning over a stack of books while Havoc’s in the kitchen cooking.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
Citi looks up at me and smiles. “Tutoring.”
I look at Nevaeh, who is wearing a white fitted blouse and a pair of glasses I’ve never seen before. She sees me looking and gets to her feet, showing the rest of her outfit, which includes an above-the-knee pleated skirt and a pair of knee-high socks.
“I’m her English teacher.”
I look over at Havoc, who grins at me. “And I don’t have to ask why you’re here. Not with that outfit.”
“Nope.”
Citi snickers. Nevaeh looks confused for a minute before her mouth drops open.
She whirls on Havoc and points her finger at him.
“You dirty, dirty boy. This is my teaching outfit, not my spanking one. That outfit has these cute little red lace panties with these little bows,” she tells Citi as Havoc groans.
“Not helping, cupcake,” he tells her while adjusting himself.
“You, sir, are a dog.”
“Woof, fucking woof.”
“And before my English lesson becomes a biology one, I’m going to take a break. I’ll find you later for my driving lesson, Havoc.” Citi shakes her head and gets to her feet, hurrying over to me as Havoc stalks toward Nevaeh.
“Quick, get me out of here before I need to bleach my eyeballs.”
I grin before picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder. She squeals as I carry her out of the room and up to the bedroom.
“Do not have sex in our kitchen, dammit,” she yells out, making me laugh.
When I get to the bedroom, I toss her on the bed, making her giggle. I follow her down and kiss her stupid before pulling back. “Where’s Star?”
“She’s at the clubhouse with Kruger and Legs.”
“That’s good. That’s really good,” I murmur, my hands sliding under the hem of her T-shirt.
“I have work in an hour,” she tells me breathlessly.
“Good thing your boss is in love with you.”
“Hmm…it is an added bonus,” she agrees, biting her lip in that way that drives me fucking insane.
I lean down and snag the lip with my teeth, snatching it from hers, making her gasp. I soothe the sting with my tongue.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
She flushes, but she doesn’t look away from me, like my words might finally be penetrating.
I flip us so I’m underneath her. Her hair falls over us like a blanket, shutting out the world as her lips hover just above mine.
“I want you to strip naked for me, then ride my dick like a good girl.”
She whimpers before sliding off me. I tuck my arm behind my head and watch as she stands beside the bed and strips out of her T-shirt, tossing it to the ground along with her bra.
I reach into my sweats and grab my cock, pulling it free as she turns her back to me. I stroke myself as she hooks her fingers into the waistband of her leggings and looks over her shoulder at me.
She licks her lips when she sees me stroking myself before sliding her leggings and underwear down her legs, bending at the waist, and sticking her ass out as she does.
I growl at the glimpse of her pussy, reaching over to cup her ass with my free hand as she tugs her socks off.
She steps out of the material pooled at her feet.
Turning to face me, she gives me a moment to take her in.
Lean, supple with a little softness to her stomach from carrying her babies and a litany of little scars, her body tells a story of survival against the odds.
Sometimes, I can’t help but wonder if I’m worthy of this nymph-like creature before me.
Thank fuck I’m a selfish motherfucker. A moral man might take the high road and set her free, but not me.
In the twisted depths of my mind, there may be a part of me just like that motherfucker that stole her because I know if she tried to leave me now, I’d lose my mind.
She climbs onto the bed with agile grace, making me think of a mermaid ready to drag some poor unsuspecting sailor to his death. The only difference is, I’d gladly head to my grave as long as she lay in the coffin beside me. Yeah, I’m fucked in the head, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
Grabbing the material of my sweat pants, she tugs them down as I lift my hips, making it easier for her. She yanks my boxers down with them, but instead of pulling them all the way off, she leaves them wrapped around my knees. I give her a questioning look, which she returns with an innocent one.
“It makes it harder for you to run and I like having you at my mercy.”
“Is that right?”
“Mmm…I like the idea of taking what I want.”
“Can’t take what’s already yours, baby. Climb up here and slide your pretty kitty down my cock.”
She crawls up my body and positions herself over me as I fist my cock and hold it steady for her.
I nudge her entrance and wait for her to do the rest. With nothing but pure heat in her eyes, she slowly lowers herself, my dick slipping through her wetness with ease.
She takes me all the way in until her ass hits my thighs, and I’m fully seated inside.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
“So full,” she gasps, swirling her hips experimentally.
I slide my hands around to cup her ass and help guide her movements. She starts slow, finding a rhythm that works for her, blowing my fucking mind in the process. I feel my body tense and my toes curl as I try to control my reactions, but this woman has me completely under her spell.
By the time her movements pick up, I’m ready to throw her down and rut her like a fucking dog until both of us either come or pass out.
“That’s it, angel, take what you need. I’m going to fill you so fucking full of my cum, you’ll taste it.”
I slide one of my hands between her legs and find her clit, stroking it firmly as she throws her head back and cries out.
“Ambros!”
“You’re taking my cock like such a good girl, angel. You want to come? I need to feel your pussy squeezing me.” I pinch her clit and feel her do just that, her pussy rippling around me.
I grip her hips with both hands once more and thrust up into her as I make her bounce faster. She cries out again, her whole body shaking as I feel her arousal drip down my balls. It’s more than I can handle. I fire off so much cum I’m surprised I don’t pass out.
Citi collapses over me, her hair falling over us once more as my cock continues to throb at the heat surrounding it.
“Fuck, but I love you. Every inch, inside and out, was made for me.”
She lifts her head, a slightly dazed look on her face that has my softening cock start to harden again. She traces her fingers over my jaw and over my cheek. “I love you too,” she whispers so quietly that at first I think I’ve imagined it.
But when I see her nervous expression, a feeling of euphoria smashes into me. I roll her onto her back. Now that my cock is hard again, I fuck her slow and deep. “Say it again.”
“I love you, Ambros. I thought I didn’t know how to. Turns out I don’t know how to not love you.”
I take her mouth in a blistering kiss as I fuck her like we have all the time in the world. I want to stay right here in this moment forever, where nobody can fuck with us, and I don’t have to worry about what it might be like to lose her now that she’s finally mine.
“Stay with me. Not just today or tomorrow.”
“For how long, Ambros?”
“Not long. Just forever.”
“People will say it’s too soon.”
“Fuck other people.”
“Is that an option?”
It takes me a second to realize what she said, and that she’s joking. I snarl as I start thrusting harder, trying to fuck the sass right out of her.
“This is my pussy now. If anyone tries to stick their dick in you, I’ll cut it off and feed it to them. Same for their fingers and their tongue. I told you, you’re mine, angel, and I don’t share.”
“Well, that’s good, because I don’t want you to share. I want to be yours. Just yours. It’s the only thing I’ve wanted for myself since Star and I got free. I was too scared to wish for anything else when we’ve already been granted a miracle. How could I ask for anything more?”
Anything else she might say, I swallow down as I kiss her through her next orgasm, riding her hard until she begs for mercy. Only then do I pull out and come all over her stomach, tits, and pussy, marking her in the most primal of ways.
And still my cock throbs.
“Who knew I love you was such an aphrodisiac?” she chuckles.
I eye my cum covering her pussy and slide my fingers over the lips of her sex, stroking her slippery clit before pushing my cum inside her.
“You’re such a caveman.”
“Only when it comes to you, angel.”
* * *
“Thanks for this,” I tell King and offer my hand to shake. After a long day at work, I’d rather be at home with my girls. But this is important to Citi, so that means it’s important to me.
King looks at my hand, and I swear I read a smirk in his eyes a second before he shakes it.
“I like Citi. More importantly, Six likes Citi, and anything that makes my daughter happy, makes me happy.”
I blow out an exaggerated breath. “That’s gotta be a mind fuck. Finding out you have a daughter like that.”
He turns to look at Six, who is talking animatedly to Citi, her hands moving around rapidly as she speaks.
“I’m not the first brother to find out he had a secret kid, and I doubt I’ll be the last. What fucking guts me is everything she went through while I was just out here living my best fucking life. ”
I cock my brow as I look at him. “Living your best life? I think Sunshine is rubbing off on you. We both know you might have had happy moments, but your life wasn’t easy.
I only know a little of what went down when you were president of Kings of Carnage, but I can’t help but wonder if Six might have been in even more danger if she had been a part of it.
Given everything that happened, can you honestly say that she wouldn’t have been a target, especially if people knew she was yours? ”
He grits his teeth, but he doesn’t answer. He can’t because he knows I’m right.
“I’m not saying this to be a dick or anything, but I find myself in a similar situation.”
“You got a missing daughter out there that was kept in a cage and sold for her virginity?”
I look at him sharply. “No, I’ve got a woman I love who was kept in a cage, one whose virginity was stolen from her, along with her babies,” I snap.
“Shit.” He wipes his hand over his face, and for once, he looks his age. I can’t help but feel a little pity for the man who played the system and saved a lot of lives doing it, at the expense of his own.
“That was a shitty thing to say. I wasn’t thinking.”
“I could have been a little smoother about it, too,” I concede. “I can’t help feeling like shit, because like you said, I was out there living my life while someone stole the very essence of hers. The things she had to endure, the decisions she was forced to make—”
I swallow and shake my head, feeling the familiar bile burn in my stomach.
“I was so close to losing them before I had them. It’s fucking with me, King. I can’t shake the feeling that we’re on borrowed time. That someone is going to come along and snatch them away from under me. All I want to do is lock them away to keep them safe, but…”
“But then they’ve swapped one cage for another. And now you’re questioning if you’re like the motherfucker who took her?” the astute bastard finishes for me.
“I didn’t say it was rational. It’s this fucked-up feeling like she deserves better, like I’m not worthy of her.
And I’m not that guy, King. I’m a conceited asshole because I know what I bring to the table.
I’m good at what I do, or did. I have a shit-ton of money, and without tooting my own horn, I’ve never had trouble getting women. And yet…”
“Yeah, and yet. Fuck, Ambros, you just answered your own question without even realizing it.”
I frown, not picking up what he’s putting down.
“You love her.”
“Of course, I fucking love her.”
“Then that’s your answer. It’s because you love her that you want what’s best for her, and shit like that makes us take a long, hard look at ourselves. If you think she deserves a better man, then be a better man.”
I think about what he’s saying. He’s right, and despite my reservations, I know I’m the right man for her. Time to fucking prove it. The project I’ve been working on flashes through my head, steeling my resolve.
“King?”
“Yeah.”
“I need a favor.”