Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
He grinds his body into my throbbing nub, his eyes on mine as he slows, rocking his hips in circles as stars flicker in my eyes and I come undone. I scream with satisfaction as his mouth crushes on mine, the hot gush of his release filling me as his hips buck and the apex of our frenzy has me cursing the past and dreaming of the future.
His face looms over mine as I focus, this new man looks like a stranger but feels like home.
He pushes up on his arms. “I neglected these tits for too long.”
The shivering of the milk letting down makes me squirm as Dietrich tugs back the wet cotton and freezes.
“There’s milk coming out of your tits.” He stares for a long moment, his eyes seeing things he missed in his lusty haze. “And you’re bruised. What happened?”
I draw a shaking breath. “Which explanation do you want first?”
His cocks slides out as he collapses onto the bed next to me, pulling me onto his lap, fingers looping around my milk-soaked nipple then tracing the bruises on my forearm.
“Bruises,” he says as his forehead furrows. “Then milk.”
I give him the short version of the loan shark which he takes in with fire in his eyes. Then, it’s time for the big reveal.
I point to my belly, tracing my finger up and down my new tiger stripes and watch realization wash over his hard features.
“Baby? But, you said no one else touched you?”
I shake my head, sitting up as he tugs me onto his lap. “No one touched me but you. Do you have brain damage? You can’t put it together?”
“My baby?”
“Yes, Daddy. Your baby. Her name is Ruthie.”
“Her?” His eyes sparkle as he kneads my leaking breast. “A girl,” he says as he tugs my other breast from the cup of my bra.
“Yes, a girl, named Ruthie.”
“Can I taste?” His eyes stay pinned on my milk which is now low key spraying in tiny streams from my nipples.
“It would be helpful. I’m engorged, I need to pump.”
“No pumping.” His mouth is one me in a flash and the erotic relief it gives pushes me close to the edge.
He draws my nipple deep, his fingers finding my heat as he suckles and drives two thick digits in and out of me until I’m spinning again, arching on the bed as he feeds and finger bangs me straight into heaven.
chapter sixteen
Dietrich
“What the fuck have you done to her?” The scream cuts through the blessed silence, Hannah sleeping under me warming my cock and the next thing I know I take a fist to the side of my jaw. “Get the fuck off my sister!”
Brigid tries to come at me again while I’m tugging my boxers back into place. She’s got bruises on her face, a cut bottom lip and a scratched jaw. Put that together with the bruises on Hannah.
The sound of the baby crying reminds me I’m a father now. A real father.
I wanted to go see Ruthie as soon as we came up for air, but Hannah said if we wake her, she will be up the rest of the night and she needed her Daddy for a few hours to make her feel safe. She was so soft around my cock, we hung onto each other and fell into a hard sleep.
I get my underwear situation sorted just in time to deflect Brigid’s next blow while backing across the room.
“You better run! Run right back to Zeneli and tell him I’m coming for him. You hurt my sister, you die.” She turns to Hannah. “What the hell did he do to you? Can you stand?”
“What about Zeneli?” I ask, cutting through the hysterics as I get my still half hard johnson under cover. “How do you know that name?”
She falls silent, glaring in confusion as her tongue plays with her top lip.
It’s Hannah who speaks. “Brigid, it’s Dietrich.”
“What?” Brigid turns away and stares at her. “What’s Dietrich?”
“Him.” She points at me. “He’s Dietrich.”
“No fucking way. That’s not…” She turns my way and glares, then her eyes go wide as she shakes her head. “Dietrich? As in, Hawk??”
I nod. “Yes, Hawk, Dietrich. I think you even called me Eagle once. I had an accident, lost my memory and my face, got a new one but I’m back now, tell me what’s happened with Zeneli.” I glance from one to the other. “Somebody start fucking talking.”
Brigid drops onto a chair, shaking her head. “We borrowed money. There’s this guy, someone Greg knew. He said he had a boss, someone named Zeneli, and he loaned us what we needed. Just a little. But then we couldn’t pay it back and there was interest and… He said I could work it off in other ways.” She meets my eyes. “That’s why I thought you raped Hannah. I thought it was to teach me a lesson. Either I do it or she does…”