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Chapter Three

"Teach me," she whispered.

I leaned away to look at her. "Teach you?" My heart started hammering away.

"Yeah." Maggie left my embrace to push me back. "Teach me how to please you." She kissed my chin, my neck, mumbling, "teach me everything" against my chest.

I blew out a breath. "You know a lot more than you think." My back arched from the bed when she palmed my cock, lightly rubbing it over the flimsy fabric. "Easy." I took her hand with my own. She hadn't hurt me by any means. In fact, her touch was almost too delicate, but it packed a punch all the same—making my body jolt with too much of a sensation.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." I pulled the robe away from her shoulders again, nudging her back down. "The first thing you gotta learn…is how to enjoy yourself." Hungrily, I fucking stared at her—her body, wondering where I'd start first. "You gotta know what you like, what you dislike…for reference's sake." I licked my lips, ever contemplative.

"Show me what to do." She reached for my boxers.

I smacked that paw away. "Just lie back. Right now, baby…" I laughed, rubbing my hands along the outside of her thighs.

It's always take, take, take…all about the release, filling urges, and chasing an orgasm. I'm by no means a lazy lay, but all I wanted to do was please her—knowing I'd find pleasure in it.

"You tell me when to stop, when you don't like something." My lips lingered on hers, and then I continued to place tiny nips along her neck. "And if you like something, I want you to scream." I palmed her breasts, my touch not as gentle as before. "Okay?" I pinched her nipples, making her body quake.

Shaky…

That shit made me groan through a smile.

My mouth remained on her body, traveling up and down, placing kisses everywhere while I'd lick and bite her, too. I'd even turned Maggie onto her stomach, needing to brush my lips along her spine. No matter how much I'd wanted to, I didn't get too freaky—held myself back from tonguing her asshole.

I was going for sweet, not nasty…maybe one day we'd get to that, but not today.

And Maggie was thrilled with everything I was doing, making all these noises that went straight to my cock. There was no doubt in my mind that she was turned on, crazily so. Especially since I'd touched and teased every part of her except for one.

She was very impatient, too.

As I kissed along her thigh, Maggie pulled my hair, thus tugging me toward her center. Her sudden burst of aggression—no matter how slight it was—excited me even more; made me groan as I muffled my face into her drenched pussy.

That's when she screamed, shouting out, "Oh, Jesus!" as her legs widened.

Filled with glee, it was easy to forget how badly my cock hurt, digging into the mattress.

When I picked up a rhythm with my tongue, twirling it around her clit, Maggie gasped and almost jumped out of her own skin—pushing me away. "Christ…" She held her chest, staring at me.

I licked my lips, pulling her back down by her ankles. "Just breathe." That stunt was disappointing since she'd been very close to coming. "Just take it… Was I hurting you?"

"No." She gulped. "It felt…felt too good. I couldn't—"

I kissed her deep, my finger sliding along her slit, going deeper with each stroke. She relaxed back pretty fast, was panting and moaning a moment later. "How's that?"

She gave me a short nod, resting her forehead in the crook of my neck. "I want you…um, for us to—"

I shut her up with my lips once more.

Inserting a finger inside her, I was reminded of just how tight she was, which made me groan—bite along her shoulder and arm as my touch became more aggressive, finger-fucking her snug, soaked cunt while wishing it was my dick.

My thumb made circles on her clit, too, loving the sloshy sounds coming from between her legs.

Though I was animated as well, a growl vibrating my chest, overcome with such a need…I disappeared, getting onto my stomach and pushing her thighs apart, wanting to taste her again. I sucked her slowly, tongued her hole—fucking lapped at her.

"Oh my God!" Maggie held me there, her hips moving with me.

Placing my finger inside her again, I felt a little flutter, knew she was close, and so I didn't relent. It didn't take much longer for her to scream, stiffen and quake, and explode.

Her thighs were still shaking when I gathered her into my arms. "You good?" I cleared my throat, placing a kiss on her temple.

Maggie sighed. "Wow…that was awesome."

I grinned, agreeing, my fingers trailing along her stomach.

"The bag with the condoms—" she yawned "—sorry."

"Don't worry about it," I whispered, resting my cheek to her hair.

"I could do something?" she asked, and I felt her eyes on me.

"Just close your eyes. Get some rest." Mentally, I did the math, trying to figure out how many hours we had before Maggie had to leave. "You're gonna call your pops…Tell him you're staying with Kylie again tonight. I'll drop you off early in the morning…before school." I wanted another night with her.

"Since it's across the street, my dad doesn't really care…" She trailed off, sounding sleepy.

I hummed, pulling the blanket over her.

"I'm up," she said.

"I'm tired, too." It wasn't a lie, although my cock had yet to die. "Let's get some rest."

I was surprised by how fast I fell asleep.

It'd happened so abruptly that I was startled awake by a banging at the door. I didn't remember a roundabout time, but it felt like I'd only been asleep for twenty minutes.

Looking at the clock, seeing that it was one p.m. on the dot, I knew Dame was here.

Maggie was still out cold.

When the incessant knocking continued, I grabbed my robe and ran out. Always wary, I'd grasped my nine before approaching the door. Seeing my brother through the peephole, I granted him…and Amelia entrance.

Dame eyed me from head to toe. "You look like shit but like you also had a good time."

I just smiled at him, taking the duffle from his grasp.

"Wow! This is some suite, Santino." Amelia walked farther in.

Damion kicked at my discarded suit on the foyer floor.

Before he could say anything, before another sarcastic comment came out of his mouth, I put a finger up. "I'll be right back." Steadily, I walked back into the bedroom, making sure to only open the door enough for my body to slide through.

Like I knew she would be, Maggie was now awake, sitting up in bed.

"Hey," I whispered, placing the bag down.

"Who's here?" she mouthed, her expression nervous.

I climbed onto the bed to kiss those lips. "Dame and Amelia. He was dropping something off to me. They won't stay long."

"Oh." She nodded.

I squeezed the outside of her thighs. "You stay in here—just like this." I shook my finger. "Don't move."

She giggled, throwing herself back to hide under the blanket.

Curious, I didn't leave right away but dug through the bag. I didn't need to count the money that was on the bottom; I just wanted to see what else Dame had packed for me.

Shockingly, there were a few pairs of boxers, some socks, my cologne, and my razor. All of which proved that we could be total cunts, have beef, but still come through for each other.

"What's that?" Maggie whispered.

Instead of answering, I showed her a handful of my underwear.

"Oh," she said without sound, ducking under the covers once more.

"Be right back." I tied my robe in place and walked out to the living room area.

Dame had since helped himself to a drink while Amelia admired the view.

"Uh…" I really didn't wanna be rude and kick them out after he'd done me such a solid. "Thank you."

"I didn't really have a choice, did I?" he asked, sipping his vodka and wincing.

Wanting to keep the peace, be as amicable as possible, I didn't answer that.

"So…what is this?" He widened his arms. "Don't'chu usually chill—take bitches to that dive downtown? A suite at the Waldorf…" He laughed. "It's too high maintenance, even for you."

I sat on the arm of the sofa. "I'm trying to put some distance between me and Katie—catch a break. I figured, why not treat myself?"

Damion hummed, sipping his drink once more. "Who's in the bedroom?"

My eyes widened and I found this comical. "Yo…What's with the interrogation? The Feds didn't ask as many questions the last time I was hauled in." I chuckled.

"Hey, can I use the bathroom?" Amelia piped up. "The toilets at the dorms can be gross."

I waved a hand, jerking my chin toward the back.

Damion remained silent until Amelia closed the door after herself. "That fucking-fuck of a brat!" He pointed, pissed at something, and yet his tone wasn't very loud.

"Dame, if you're unhappy—"

"I am happy." He was indignant. "I'm in love and all that glorious sappy bullshit." At least he had been; I know he was, and I wondered what'd changed. "Who's here?"

I rolled my eyes. "No one—the TV's on in the bedroom. I was just sleeping."

He nodded, quite the skeptic.

And Damion could be as inquisitive as he wanted to be, but I wasn't going to rub his face in…whatever, Maggie being here, his jealousy, or whichever beef he has with me.

Luckily, Amelia didn't linger in the bathroom, and I hoped they'd be leaving soon.

"Maggie's here?" she asked me. "Where is she?" Amelia looked around, turning in a circle.

I shook my head, pushing my hair back. "Nope."

Amelia snickered. "That poor girl…A powerhouse like you, bet you fucked her into a coma." She punched my bicep.

"Uh, no…" I denied it once more.

"I'm just teasing." Amelia sucked her teeth. "You guys were cute last night…and her costume's on the bathroom floor, that's all." She winked at me. "Maggie's a nice girl…" Amelia looked to her boyfriend. "Right, Dame?" Her eyes narrowed, making me think she knew more about Dame's problems than I did.

My brother finished off his vodka. "Let's go." He made his way to the door.

"What'd I say now?" Amelia asked the room. "Geesh." She followed him out into the hall.

And I trailed after them to lock up.

Dame hit the button for the elevator, and then he stormed back over to me. "I don't know what your game is—"

"Game?" I asked, keeping my voice hushed. "She's not here, Dame. You're welcome to look into each and every room." I called his bluff.

"You're lying." He stood taller, steeling his gaze, which made me proud. "You're also disgusting—" Damion stopped, staring behind me.

I turned to see Maggie tiptoeing to grab a bottle of water, and my shoulders drooped. Maybe she thought we were actually in the hallway, that she'd go unseen, I didn't know. But she continued back for the bedroom as quiet as a mouse.

"Hey, Maggie!" Damion hollered.

She stiffened, looking like that doe in headlights Kylie had described earlier. Then she turned to wave, not saying a word.

Looking back to Dame, Amelia had sidled up to him, obviously amused—and they were both pissing me off, being fucking nosy.

"How was the rest of your night?" Amelia asked her.

Maggie beamed before recovering, her lips drawing a tight line. "Oh, you know…"

"I can imagine," Amelia giggled, pushing my shoulder.

"Knock it off." Dame nudged her.

"Be easy," I said.

"Fuck you, Sonny." My brother's expression was one of extreme hatred. He also wanted to say more but couldn't because of present company.

On any other occasion, I wouldn't have lied, withheld a damn thing, and I probably would have lost my temper—would've taken a swing at him for busting my balls.

But I wasn't angry, not at all.

I was actually saddened—upset that he couldn't see any logic. Damion thinking I'd honest-to-God stolen from him was very fucking disheartening.

And why can't I be happy? Why must I always sacrifice my happiness if Dame's dismayed by whatever's joyful in my life?

He was being a selfish and hurtful shit right now.

"Relax." Amelia rubbed his chest.

"Youse should leave," I said before I said anything else. "Thanks again for coming through."

Dame stopped me from closing the door. "I just wanna say one thing."

"You've said enough." I chuckled darkly; he was trying my patience. "It's time to step-off, ease up—"

"Wait!" Maggie rushed into the foyer. "No one can know I'm here." She looked to them and back to me, her eyes pleading.

"No worries, doll." Dame smiled at her. "My lips are sealed." He glanced down to Amelia who silently locked her mouth and threw away the key.

"Thanks." Maggie waved, leaving the doorway.

"Oh, Sister Margaret…?" Damion sang, humor in his tone now.

Maggie whipped around. By the look on her face, the fire in her eyes, she didn't appreciate the nickname.

"Watch it," I warned through a whisper; I wouldn't have him upset her as well.

"Just remember that the devil was handsome, too." Damion eyed me, appraisingly. "Understand?" His attention went back to Maggie again.

Maggie giggled. "You'd be surprised by how well I understand that now. And it has nothing to do with Santino." Her tone suggested something—something that made my brother frown.

Dame and his girl left without another word, for which I was grateful. The whole visit slash confrontation grated on my nerves—his inability to see reason aggravated me, had me thinking he was selfish, an asshole.

And if his qualms truly stem from our age difference, Dame thinking I'm taking advantage of her in some way…

No, he'd been the one to tell me I wasn't special, about Maggie giving her virginity away. Now, I know that's not true, although it does make things a little more confusing.

"I don't understand." Maggie took a seat on the couch.

"I thought I said don't move?" I quirked a brow, playful, hoping to move on from what just happened.

"I thought you guys were outside. I didn't see anyone and the door looked closed and I was thirsty," she explained. "I'm sorry."

"No…I am." I was apologetic for making her hide in the first place.

"Why's your brother so mean?" she asked me. "He's like…kinda creepy, too. I didn't see it at first, but…" her eyes widened, "—I see it now."

"He's not." I sat next to her. "Damion's…one of the best guys I know. He's been going through some shit." I couldn't make heads or tails of my brother's changes in behavior, so I wasn't gonna try to explain. His inner demons were none of Maggie's business anyway. "He thinks I'm taking advantage of you—of the situation, and he might be jealous."

"You're not," she said. "If…whenever I see him, I'll tell him you were nothing but a gentleman." Maggie drank from the bottle of water. "And why should he care? He didn't exactly have the best intentions when I met him…not that I was some halo-wearing saint."

Her mentioning the night she met him again had me feeling a twinge of jealousy. There's no taking back the past, so I had to let that shit go. Damion didn't stake any claims, either—they hadn't even kissed.

I remember that night, though—my brother being on the fence about the whole thing. Dad wanted him to take her home, and I encouraged him to go for it.

And he didn't even kiss her…

The whole situation was mind-boggling, and I wished I could get a straight answer from Damion.

Does he just wanna fuck her?

Or…is he truly looking out for her best interests?

"You don't have to tell him anything," I murmured, leaning back. "I'm not ashamed to be with you—to be seen with you." I really wasn't; her age didn't matter to me, not anymore.

"My parents and your parents—they can't know. I mean, I think your mother might be cool with it." She shrugged. "But my parents…they'd flip out. It's been decided since, like, ever…that I was going to be a nun." She frowned, looking to the floor.

"You can still be a nun…" I knew I hadn't ruined her for Jesus.

"Oh, I know," she agreed, turning to face me and cross her legs. "There's just a whole world out there. There are so many options…so many experiences I'd like to have. And my beliefs will travel with me down whichever path…" Maggie trailed off.

I nodded. "You have…your whole life ahead of you. You're only eighteen." I knew I'd done a whole lot of living by the time I was her age, but her life had barely just begun. "And you might go down ten different paths before you reach the right one. You'll make mistakes that you'll learn from, too. But you're right…you don't hafta be a nun in order to serve God, help humanity. You might even fall in love, wanna get married someday, and have babies."

"Falling in love and all that stuff seems scary." She was embarrassed by her admission.

"It can be… Love makes people do irrational things, can make people crazy." I yawned, knowing we had to stay awake for the personal shopper to come by—take her out to eat. "Even the idea of love. Infatuation can blind people, or make them think they're in love." My thoughts quickly went back to the Katie debacle, and how my feelings had changed so fast—making me wonder if my emotions were ever genuine.

"I just never gave that stuff any thought before. It's silly, but…growing up, the saints, they were my heroes?" She grimaced as she peeked back at me.

I wasn't going to judge her, and I waited for her to elaborate.

"They did all these good deeds, changed the world. Since I was a kid, that's all I wanted to do…It seems stupid now, an insane thought because of how huge the world is."

"No, it's not stupid or insane." I stared at her, her gorgeous face. "You already make the world a beautiful place." I leaned over to bite her cheek again.

Maggie giggled, hugging me tightly. "Thank you for saying that. I don't know when I'll break the news to my parents. I still plan on going to college. Maybe in about four years?"

I smiled, kissing a trail from her ear to her mouth, humming to agree.

/=/=/=/=/

Maggie was more enthused by the concept of new clothes when the shopper arrived. She only protested once before just accepting the rack full of garments.

However, when she ducked into the bathroom to try them on—to decide what she'll be keeping—I paid the lady for everything. The suits she brought along with the shirts were dapper, too, and I knew they'd fit. I'd written down my exact measurements earlier.

I left Maggie to her devices in the bathroom while I straightened up a little. I'd also put the box of rubbers in the nightstand, hoping we'd use them later. Then I called my buddy Mike. Since I didn't have a car, and Maggie needed to be taken home in the morning, he was to meet us here at six a.m.

Out of boredom—Maggie was taking too long—I perused the room service menu. The food looked pretty good, and I really wasn't in the mood for sushi. I wanted a hamburger, maybe a big steak. Knowing Maggie would be agreeable, I didn't think long on it, but I'd ask her.

Maggie eventually pushed the rack outta the bathroom. Her hair was in a knot and she still wore her bathrobe.

"How'd it go?"

"Okay, I guess…a couple of things were tight but everything fit," she said.

My eyes fell on the mini-dresses, knowing those were supposed to be snug. "Cool."

"Where's that lady?" Maggie peered around the room.

"She had to go." I shrugged.

"Santino—"

"They're yours," I said, pulling her into my arms. "I told you—everything's negotiable, except how I choose to spend my money."

"It's a waste of money. Did you see the tags?"

I kissed her to shut her up. "You haven't taken a vow of poverty yet…" My words made her smile. "Say 'thank you,' and change this man's world today before you change the rest of it. Capisce?"

Maggie swallowed. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" I laughed, refusing to let her go.

"Just…the way you do. You're gonna gimme a heart attack." She beamed.

I nodded to agree, reaching between us. "I thought the same seeing you naked the first time." I untied her sash to snake my arms under the fabric, a groan sounding from me. "You're beautiful, and the way your body feels against mine…" My hands spanned her back, roaming up and down.

Maggie wasn't as coy this time, stepping back to let her robe fall to the floor.

I reached up to let her hair down, swearing I'd never seen anything as stunning—as breathtaking as she was in this moment. "Wow." Mesmerized, I stared, trying to memorize everything—hoping to store the image away for rainy days when I might need some sunshine.

Maggie cleared her throat, which broke me from my reverie. My eyes flashed to hers, but I was speechless—a little embarrassed. "You've yet to teach me anything." She undid my robe, her finger running along the waistband of my boxers. "You're supposed to be my devilishly handsome professor of pleasure." Her lips ghosted along my chest, and I held her there, weaving my fingers into her hair.

Little did she know that her words had totally taken me outta the moment. That "devilishly handsome" comment made my mind wander back to my brother. I'm not stupid, and Dame might be a genius—phrasing his words in a biblical sense—knowing Maggie to be the only one to understand his meaning.

I knew that was what he did, but was he calling me a snake? I mean, a serpent? But a serpent's a snake, right? My days at Sunday school and CCD were long lost to me.

"What's wrong?" Maggie furrowed her brow, moving out of my arms.

I stopped her from getting too far. "A lot on my mind." I was honest. "Too much. I'm thinking too much." I laughed at myself, at the irony. "What, uh…before, what my brother said about the devil being handsome?"

Her brows rose in surprise. "When I said 'devilishly'…I meant, like, insanely, otherworldly." She seemed to understand. "I wasn't calling you a devil, nor comparing you to Satan." Maggie was more offended by the thought than I was. "Please, don't think that. You've been nothing but honest, stating the intentions you have…" Now she wasn't as comfortable being naked.

I helped her to cover herself.

"Thank you," she whispered. "You've been nothing but sweet and kind to me—and more than generous. I also wouldn't be here unless I wanted to be." She grasped my hands, and then one of those sly smiles pulled at her lips. "I thought I was the virgin, and you're having more…moral conundrums than me."

I grinned down to her.

Maggie pulled on my hand, leading me over to the couch. "I'm just getting to know you, but I don't think you're a bad person. You seem hard on yourself, too hard, and you put your brother on a pedestal? You've said more nice things about him than of yourself. Santino, like I said…I'm not innocent, but I was there that night."

"Don't." I placed my finger to her lips.

"No…you should know. Especially how what he said applied to him in my eyes. Again, I don't see you as some satanic figure." She rolled her eyes. "In the bible, it says that Lucifer was so in love with his looks, his intelligence, and his abilities that his heart was lifted up in pride, which is—"

"A sin." I remembered that much.

"After God Himself, Lucifer was the most worshipped and revered. He became ambitious, prideful, and then he fell from grace—was kicked outta Heaven. Long story short, he was so persuasive and manipulative, he took a third of Heaven with him to fight alongside him in his war against God. And…it's said that he can still appear as an angel of light, which is how he deceives many to this day."

"Angel of light, huh?" I raised a brow in jest, wondering if there was something unholy about Maggie, how she'd drawn me in like a moth to a flame, how she'd bewitched me from the get-go. But then I remembered that only I knew my thoughts.

"Yeah," she agreed. "But, Santino…most stories in the bible are stories, Christian mythology. My faith is unwavering, something I never questioned, but I know most references to the devil…they're truly metaphorical for sins? Showing examples of how the most devout, most…basically how the best of our kind can fall from grace." Maggie was very enthusiastic while speaking of this shit.

"You've done nothing to deceive me or manipulate me. I don't know what any of it means, but I know being with you feels good. I know that, no matter what happens, I won't live to regret last night or today because they were my decisions," she ranted, her voice rising even more. "Sometimes, the way you look at me—it makes me dizzy, like I might fall on my face, but from grace? What kinda Catholic would I be if I didn't believe in the 'free and unmerited favor of God. As manifested in the salvation of sinners and the bestowal of blessings?'" Maggie threw her hands up.

"Brings a whole new meaning to 'sin six days and ask for forgiveness on Sunday,'" I laughed, getting a kick outta Maggie right now.

"Technically…hey." She shrugged, sitting back.

My hand came to rest on her thigh, loving how soft her skin was. "Did you still wanna go out? Still in the mood for sushi?"

She scrunched her nose. "I've never had sushi before."

"Seriously?" I scooted closer. "We'll remedy that. There's a great place right in Bay Ridge. But how 'bout we order room service tonight?"

Maggie palmed my cheeks, pulling me down to nibble on my earlobe.

My eyes rolled back, my breath hitching at the jolt of sensation...

And then my head was between her thighs again, wanting her to work up an appetite.

The both of us were famished, and we didn't waste any time digging in when the food arrived. We got burgers, kept it simple, and I surprised myself when I had a soda—not beers with dinner or a scotch for dessert to help me relax.

I'd been drinking heavily—a lot more than I used to—for the past month. Not reaching or feeling the need to imbibe some sort of alcohol was noticeable.

Then we talked some more…

It was nice and fun, and I laughed more times than I had in a long while. She told me more about her family, mainly her eccentric, yet very strict, parents. Maggie already seemed to know a lot about my family.

But she knew nothing of our biggest, not-so-classified, secret.

Anyone who kept up with current events would know, which made me wonder why her parents were cool with her being Kylie's friend. My sister's no criminal mastermind by any means. Mom plays a huge role at our church; my parents actually keep it going year after year with donations and funding fundraisers.

And Dad's this…pillar of the community, like the mayor of Bay Ridge.

Trust me. I believe the stories, know he was probably the scariest motherfucker to ever walk the streets of Brooklyn back in the day—his reputation within the organization hasn't changed, precedes him, as they all fear him.

Nowadays, he's seen as this entrepreneur slash venture capitalist who can't catch a break to the general public, always being hassled by the FBI.

Overall, people see the good, and Mom makes him take most of the credit when it comes to her charities.

Hopefully the Sullivans could see beyond recent claims that remain unproven any-fucking-way.

I goof with outsiders, and even the Feds, how there's no such thing as organized crime, or the mafia.

With trying to change shit up last month, placate Katie, it didn't take me long to realize that nothing will ever be 100% legit.

It's impossible, unless…

No.

It's just impossible.

My little slice of Wall Street on Mulberry would turn into a drain on my personal economy if made kosher.

Fuck that.

And, essentially, bringing this family into the twenty-first century from a technical, computerized standpoint has been my thing. Don't get me wrong. My father and other old-timers had come a long way from shaking motherfuckers down, bookmaking, shylocking, and various other rackets that are small potatoes now. All of which doesn't mean those ancient ways of making dough aren't some people's bread and butter.

There are just so many various ways to steal and skim—methods and techniques the Feds haven't caught wind of yet—that it makes my head spin.

But, mostly and especially as of late, I've been too busy trying to be a good boy—focusing my talents on the different fronts we have, running our semi-lawful businesses. It'd been for my own benefit, not wanting to lie to Katie, and for Dad as well; it's less for him to do.

Also, between Aro and myself, we take some heat off my father, and we're his eyes and ears.

If push came to shove, any capo could get a sit-down with the Skip. Especially if the cause were great enough, but my father doesn't speak business, confer with anyone other than Aro, Carlisle, and myself.

It's plausible deniability at its finest, the main reason middle management exists in our thing.

Since he's perceptive, Dad knows everything, but he's willfully ignorant of the actions of others, unless he's personally involved. It's all about passing the buck to avoid blowback, although my father would never shift blame in a court of law, or otherwise, to get himself off the hook. He would, however, be able to deny and exhaust any and all of his amendment rights. And if there's no evidence to the contrary, it won't hold up any way, which can prove the deniable plausible.

We give any and all orders doled out from him, and most…accept that as the way things are now.

Regardless of my status as heir-apparent, our associates would rather deal with Aro, or will bust many balls to meet with my father…and I gotta show a firm hand.

Fuck relenting.

If there's one thing I've learned being my father's son: they will respect me, whether it's outta fear or admiration.

All of my thoughts faded when we got into the Jacuzzi. Knowing we had to be up early, I didn't wanna fumble around, rush to get her off to school.

And taking my time, bathing the beautifully naked woman in my arms…

I truly enjoyed myself, probably too much as I'd also washed her hair, practically insisted on it. I just liked caring for her, finding pleasure in the most mundane of tasks. I also had to apply a bunch of conditioner since she'd already washed her hair earlier. Maybe I should have let her explain when she protested?

Eh, fuck it.

Maggie enjoyed our bath, too. Very much, as I'd made sure she came again.

When we were dry, we got back into bed, and I set the alarm clock.

That was also when Maggie reached for my cock again.

At this point, I wasn't sure what my reluctance was. I found myself hoping there'd be other nights like this, more days I'd be able to spend with her.

I didn't want to say goodbye…not forever, anyway.

But I also feared the thought of getting bored, or hurting her in some way.

If I were to ever cause her pain, wouldn't it be better to have ultimately given her more than I've taken?

The excitement of having popped her cherry was still there...

And so was the exhilaration, the eagerness, the buzz-worthy delight that was the possibility of more?

I just hoped my baser instincts could stay at bay until morning…the earliest.

Thank you for reading.

Please leave me your thoughts.

Next, we'll hear from Maggie. But no worries. We'll hear from Santino again.