86 - The truth

"My heart only ever had one thought, one want. One need. Despite all, in spite of all...All my heart has ever wanted is you."

― Stephanie Laurens, The Edge of Desire

. . .

Olivia

"You are here with the Creeds?" She asked. I nodded. "Yes."

She smiled. "Does he ever talk about me?" "Which one?" I frowned.

"Ashton." She giggled. "This is probably the second time I've said his name. He always did prefer Sir or Master. How is he? I supposed you are with Zavier."

"I..." I let out a breath, asking my heart to calm the heck down. I knew they had submissives before me, even though it broke my heart a little. "He is good," I finally said.

She hummed, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger. "Does he have anyone new?"

"Yes."

She raised her eyebrows, hurt flashing on her face. "Oh. I bet she's pretty." "She...yeah, I guess." I shrugged.

She smiled a confident snarky smile. "I bet I can take him away," she said softly, looking towards the direction from where the faint chatter from the room was coming from. "I was his twentieth submissive. He said I was his best." She giggled. "He loved giving pain I loved receiving it."

This conversation was weird, and it was hurting my heart. "I have to g-"

"Him being a Mafia boss does add up to his sexiness, as it does to Zavier I am sure." She smiled again. "And well, who doesn't want Xerxes? There is something so incredibly hot about danger and these men..." She let out a sigh. "Trouble made muscle, am I right?" She giggled and then patted me on the shoulder. "I have to go."

I was frozen. "Michael is a good second in command, isn't he?"

She frowned. "Yes, he is the best enforcer. Loyal to the bone to the Ruling family."

"Creed family."

"Of course. I really have to go now." She smiled and walked away.

. . .

I sat down on Zavier's lap.

"Why aren't you drinking?" Giovanni asked me, setting a whisky glass down in front of me. "One of my finest, hope it pays back for the ice cream I ate."

"Thanks," I whispered, picking the glass up and drinking the liquid in one go.

"Who hurt you?" Dante asked.

I shook my head, pushing the glass to Giovanni. "You ate like ten tubs." He chuckled. "Alright."

Zavier cupped the side of my face with one hand, looking down at me. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing." I smiled, picking the now-filled glass up again.

And then it was a blur, glasses over glasses of expensive alcohol, the Creeds asking me if I was alright and my heart breaking every time I thought of the lie they had told me.

Their biggest lie.

I knew they had been hiding something. I knew it from the start. But I never expected the lie to be this big.

I never expected to fall in love with mafia bosses.

. . .

The ride home was uneventful and void of any arguments. I was drunk. My head was swimming. They were drunk too. Michael and Sammy had stuffed us into the limousine.

"Kiss me," I climbed on Ashton's lap. We were in my room, still drunk. Xavier and Xerxes were in their rooms, changing their clothes, or attempting to. Ashton had given up, as had I.

He smiled. "I am drunk, little love." "I am, too." I kissed his jaw.

He gripped my waist and put his lips on mine, kissing me roughly. His hands went down to my ass and squeezed it harshly.

"Do you prefer sir?" I asked in a whisper as he trailed kisses down my throat. "You want me to call you sir or daddy?"

"Daddy," he answered, nibbling at my cleavage. He turned us around and then I was lying flat against the bed. "Always daddy to you, little one."

He ripped my dress off my skin and looked down at my body hungrily, his glasses glinting in the moonlight. He tore my bra off and then my panties. I

protested but he just muttered he'd buy me more.

He cupped my breasts and squeezed gently. "I haven't been mean to your pussy, have me baby?" he asked softly, poncing my nipples. I moaned and then whimpered as he pulled at them harshly. He let go of them and slapped my breasts cruelly. "I have been too nice to that little cunt. I think it needs a thorough pounding, don't you, my little slut?" He pulled my thighs apart, kneeling between them and looking at my pussy which was already glistening with wetness.

He kissed my pussy. "So pretty, little one. Makes me want to ruin you." "R-ruin me," I whispered.

He smirked. "Gladly."

And then he feasted. Right there and all I could do was lay there and take it.

He nippled my clit harshly, holding my lips apart with his finger and he sucked on it, groaning into it when I moaned continuously. His two fingers stuffed inside of me, curling and hitting that one spot that made me twitch. He maintained the suction on my clit as his fingers worked their magic.

"I'm-"

"Cum."

He spanked me, right there, and then sucked on my clit. My thighs stiffened and before I knew it I was cumming into his mouth.

He liked me through my orgasm, still holding me open in front of him. "Thank daddy for making you cum, slut. Don't forget your manners, baby."

I sniffled. "T-thank you, daddy."

He dived in again with a furious growl. I screamed as waves of painful pleasure crashed down my body. He didn't stop. He spat on me, making a mess, as he continued licking my clit as if it was the only food left in the world.

I screamed at him to stop. He didn't. He kept my thighs down with his strong hands and kept eating me out till all I could do was sob silently with my legs shaking so badly as if I was having a seizure. My hand was now clutching his hair, desperate to push him away.

"Stop. Stop, please!".

He did but he only moved his face a little away from my abused center. His chin was wet with my wetness and his spit. He was goddamn nasty. I could feel beating between my legs. It was so intense.

" But I want to do this all night", he whispered, his green eyes dominant. I knew that if he wanted to, he could do it all night.

I shook my head. "I-I can't take it, Daddy. Please, it's too much", I begged hoping he'd listen. He sighed heavily and pressed one more kiss to my clit which made me shudder violently. He smirked at my reaction and sat up, pulling his heavy cock out.

. . .

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