Chapter 17 #2
“You know the numbers?” His voice has gone flat again, worn smooth.
“Twenty-five percent of us end up in jail within four years of aging out.
Another twenty-five homeless. Half can't find work. Asshole caseworker made sure I knew all that before I ever left the group home. Like a warning.” His jaw tics.
“Three percent make it to a degree. I'm not in that.”
“You built a home. You've got income. You never went to jail. You're helping raise the next generation.” I just say what I see, willing him to see it too. “What you’ve done is astounding, Nox.”
His throat bobs, jaw working. “It's fucking bullshit the world is like that. That the system sets us up to fail and then acts surprised when we do.”
“I know. I hate it too.” I press my lips to his shoulder again. “All I can do is help the ones I can get to, and hope it's enough to make a difference.”
His large hand comes up to cup my cheek, quiet for a moment.
“Feels different. Someone knowing and not flinching.” He gives me a small peck on my lips.
“Now, how about a bath with some salts to help soothe the pussy I destroyed last night. Then we can go have some breakfast.” My stomach chooses that moment to growl, loudly.
He chuckles. “Or, breakfast first, then I’ll run you a bath and take care of my Princess, just like I promised. ”
Warm tendrils fill my insides at his words. I’m not sure anyone has taken care of me since I was a child. “Thank you, Nox. But I don’t need a bath, I’m fine. And there’s so much to d—”
“Get out of bed, Princess,” he orders, voice firm, but not unkind.
“Um, okay…” Confusion makes my stomach swirl as I push up off him and wince when pain flares from my poor vagina. I look back at him to find one thick black brow arched as he sits up in bed, watching me with a knowing look.
“You’re not to question when I decide you need something or to be taken care of again. Understood, Princess?”
Oh, we’re back to controlling Nox.
“Yes, sir.” My voice is a breathy whisper, and he gives me a pleased smile.
“Good girl. Get ready for breakfast, then I will run you a bath. Steele, Ant and Tina can watch the kids for a bit while I take care of you.”
Warmth radiates through me as I do as he says, putting on a soft pair of knickers, loose cotton shorts and a cotton tank with an oversized t-shirt that is just too damn comfy. I don’t bother with a bra because screw that.
Turning around I find Nox in his sweats and ribbed tank from last night, and he’s holding out two little white pills.
“Take these. I found them on your nightstand and they’ll help with the pain.” He’s not even trying to hide his pleased grin.
“You could look a little less smug about it,” I grumble, taking the tablets and placing them in my mouth, then taking a gulp of the water from my bottle which he hands me.
“I’m a little bit of a sadist, Petal,” he tells me conversationally and my breath hitches. “Plus, I like knowing that you’re still feeling me today.”
I take him in, all his glorious muscles and ink and I frown. “But you don’t still feel me.” His brows dip as I close the small gap between us. “The no touching rule, is it just below your pants? How would you feel about a love bite?”
Those plush lips of his tilt upwards as he tugs his tank back off. “Do your worst.”
I lick my lips, eyes skating across his beautiful skin, trying to decide where I want to leave my mark.
He’s not covered in ink, most of his chest and abs are bare with only the odd design, similar in beauty to his sleeve.
My gaze snags on the patch of skin that lies just above the line of his sweatpants.
His bronze skin is warm in the morning light, and I want to mark something so beautiful.
“Anywhere above your pants line?” I question, and he gives me a nod, his nostrils flaring when I sink to my knees.
“Princess…”
The word is full of warning, but I see the twitch of his dick as it thickens from my close proximity. Looking up at him, I clasp my hands behind my back and lean forward.
“Shit,” he hisses as my lips make contact with that patch of skin, and his cock full on jerks against my throat.
I smile as I think of this being my revenge. My soreness for him having to walk to breakfast trying to hide a hard on and being left horny. Seems a fair trade.
Opening my mouth I suck the skin, eliciting a deep moan from his throat as his hands come up and tangle in my hair. He pulls me closer, and so I suck harder, using my tongue to soothe the area as I blink my eyes open and look up at him.
We lock gazes just as I open my mouth wider and bite down. Hard.
He grunts, his nostrils flared wide as his jaw works and his grip turns punishing on my hair. Copper fills my mouth, the taste not unpleasant as I bite a little harder then release him, once again using my tongue to lave at the hurt.
My chest is heaving as I pull away, the soreness in my core somewhat replaced with an ache much more pleasant.
I admire my work, smiling when I spot the unmistakable dark mark against his bronze skin, the indents of my teeth which have dots of crimson lining them.
I’m barely off him when he pulls me to my feet, partly using my hair which stings but not in a bad way.
“Naughty fucking Princess,” he murmurs, crashing his lips to mine as one hand leaves my hair and wraps around the front of my throat.
He groans when our tongues collide, no doubt tasting his blood on mine, and his hard length thrusts into my lower stomach.
The movement causes a sharp pain in my pussy, and I gasp.
“You are fucking lucky I’m taking it easy on you today, Princess.
Otherwise I’d be buried deep in this pussy, sore or not, while I swat your ass until it’s red and burning. ”
I don’t tell him that a large part of me agrees to all that he’s just promised.