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I softly moaned, my eyelids fluttering. Vargas was bigger than me—both in height and build. And I loved the way he dwarfed me. It made me feel small, but in a safe and protected way. A way I’d never experienced before him.
I was quickly becoming addicted to it.
“Need me, raindrop?” he murmured.
A soft breath left me as I nodded. “Please,” I quietly begged.
I wasn’t sure there would ever be a time I didn’t need him.
He grinned, then leaned down, taking my lips in a hard kiss that stole the breath from my lungs. I groaned and twined my arms around his neck, my fingers clinging to the damp hair at the nape of his neck. A low growl sounded from his chest when I lightly tugged, and then, he was pushing me back against the cool, tiled wall.
“Vargas—” I gasped, then moaned when he pressed into me again, this time his hand wrapping around both our dicks. I whimpered, tipping my chin up and parting my lips, hoping he’d kiss me again.
He didn’t disappoint.
Like he could read my mind, he swooped in and kissed me again, working his fist over our hard lengths. I couldn’t think. Could barely remember to breathe. Vargas’s kisses were drugging, and his hand around us and his dick against mine was driving me closer and closer to the edge so quickly.
I wasn’t going to last long.
“Need—” I panted when we parted for a second.
“Come whenever,” he growled. “Let me feel you come against my dick, raindrop.”
I whined, and that was it. Like his command was all I’d needed, I sealed my lips to his again and trembled, coming in his fist. He groaned into my mouth, working me through it, and only once I was spent did he release me.
I looked down, sucking in a sharp breath when I saw his cum-covered fist slicking over his own cock. He braced a hand on the wall by my head. I could feel his eyes boring into my skull, but I couldn’t look away from him getting himself off. His abs rolled and contracted as he fucked forward into his fist all while sliding his hand down his length.
“Look at me,” he growled.
Like I was made to follow his command, my head snapped up, and the moment my eyes locked on his dark ones, his upper lip curled into a snarl, and he began to come, painting my stomach and dick in his cum.
“Look at you,” he panted when he was done. He smeared his fingers through his cum, smearing it around on my stomach and seemingly rubbing it into my skin. My heart flipped in my chest. Vargas, like an animal, was marking me as his. “My pretty little cum slut, raindrop. So fucking pretty for me.”
“For you,” I whispered almost reverently.
He tipped my chin up with his cum-covered fingers and leaned down, brushing his lips with mine. “Only for me.”
When I nodded in agreement, he kissed me again.
Eight
Vargas
Rain leaned into my side, their head coming to rest on my shoulder. I tightened my arm around their shoulders while watching Onyx and Ike try to man the grill. Wraith was cuddling his and Ike’s fiancé, Merit, on his lap. Dad and Pops were mysteriously missing from the fray, and I didn’t want to think too hard about what they were probably getting up to in their absence because gross. Korain was reading a book, and Sabbath was playing a game on his phone.
To an outsider, we looked like a normal family. But anyone on the inside knew we were far from normal.
“You’re going to fucking burn them, dipshit,” Ike grumbled, shoving Onyx aside.
“Fuck you. They’re fine,” Onyx shot back, shoving Ike in return.
“Can we not?” Korain asked without looking up. “Thought we were all adults here.”
Poor Korain—always trying to keep his husband on a tight leash, when Onyx really was nothing more than a barely domesticated animal.
“Ike started it,” Onyx said, even fucking pouting. Korain paid him no mind though, more than used to Onyx by now. Onyx was the jokester out of the four of us, and even when he was eyeballs deep in trouble, he didn’t take shit seriously. The only time I’d seen him truly give a shit about anything was when Korain had a stalker that wanted him dead.
Onyx had happily wiped the son of a bitch out without caring of the consequences of doing so.