Evie

 

I sat on Tony’s bed, waiting for him. I had seen the entire exchange on the news channel and I was …furious? Annoyed? All of those things and then some. What the hell was he doing? What did he think this was? Some sort of game?

 

When his door burst open, I looked over. He seemed surprised to see me, but I glared at him. He caught the look and his own changed, too.

 

“What the hell did I do this time?”

 

“Oh, good, you’re aware that you’re fucking up, then.”

 

He raised a brow at me. “Excuse me?”

 

“I saw you on television. With my father. What are you doing, provoking him publicly like that? I thought that there was an arrangement, and it didn’t involve poking at my father. When you do that, he won’t stop—”

 

“Do you think that I’m going to sit here and cower at your father’s name like some sort of bitch?”

 

“No, I expect you to be smart and not act like an idiot making him make wild claims on public television! I thought you wanted what was best for the baby. Fighting my father and causing war not that!”

 

He growled.

 

“What the hell do you want from me, Evie? I bring you here, I offer you protection—”

 

“Your father offered me protection. It’s clear what you want, and I’m pretty sure it’s self-serving, single-minded, bullshit!”

 

“What did you just say to me?”

 

I didn’t know where the attitude had come from. I had watched him have it out on the television with my father, and had been angry. I wanted to lash out. He was so … so … hard-headed! He was like some sort of alpha male, and I had hated those all my life.

 

But I wanted him to retaliate back at me. Was that sick? Probably.

 

I slid off the bed, went up to him, and poked him in the chest.

 

“We both know the only reason that you brought me here,” I said. I grabbed his hand and pressed it between my legs, where I was hot and soaked, just the thin cotton of a comfortable pair of shorts protecting me from his fingers. Those wonderful, thick, penetrating fingers.

 

“Is that so?” he asked me, his lip curling in a snarl.

 

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s so.”

 

He snarled and shoved me back on the bed. My legs were already spreading, and he wasted no time ripping my shorts from me. I hadn’t worn panties. He kept his eyes on my pussy, the irises darkening his already deep, dark eyes. He licked his lips, jerked me close to the edge of the bed, and dropped to his knees.

 

His tongue found me, warm and wet. I didn’t know what it was about the aggressive way he acted, but it made me hot like a cat in heat and I arched against his tongue as it slid harshly over my clit. He took it in his mouth, growling as he did. And just as aggressively as he’d done anything else when we’d had sex, he held me spread-open wide for the whole world to see if it was there. He suckled and slurped, forcing me to rock against his mouth with abandon as waves of pleasure rolled through me. My fingers found his hair, gripping and pulling. It felt so good. I wondered if I could get him to do more …

 

“You can do better than that, can’t you, Tony?” I panted out. “Is that all your mouth can do? No wonder my father challenges you in public—! Ah!”

 

He threw my legs over his shoulders, plunging his tongue inside me, and fucking me like it was his cock as his fingers went to my clit. No man had ever eaten me out like this. Most men just wanted to get you wet enough to screw, without actually getting you off. Tony was obviously trying to prove that he knew what he was doing.

 

“There, there. Right there. Don’t stop.” I kept rocking against him, so close, so close—

 

Suddenly, he stopped. My eyes flew open as I got ready to bitch at him for stopping when I was so close. But he was pulling away to pull his cock out, and he jerked me down to the edge of the bed. Like when he started, he spread my legs wide and smirked down at me.

 

“You were saying?”

 

“I still haven’t cum yet, you bastard—”

 

My head tilted back as he slammed into me. I was becoming addicted to the way his cock felt when it filled me so suddenly, because I was tight around him, cumming hard at just him thrusting inside me.

 

“Oh my God—!”

 

“Fuck, babe, you’re so damn tight!” he snarled out at me. He kept fucking me through my orgasm, making the slick, wet sounds that were coming from inside of me even more lewd than they would be. I gripped the bedsheets as he rocked me against the bed, moving and shaking the bed and making it knock hard against the wall with a bang, bang, bang.

 

“Harder, Tony. Harder. Faster.”

 

More, more. I needed and wanted so much more. I thought I was going to go insane with it!

 

He complied beautifully. He pulled out, then slammed back in. He was slow to pull out again, letting me feel every single inch of that glorious cock—how thick and long it was—before slamming back into me. I felt him penetrate deep, and he pulled a yell out of me.

 

“You like that, huh? You like it when I fuck you hard?”

 

“Yes!”

 

He slammed into me again, over and over. His hips rolled in a fluid motion, knocking his cock back deep within me until I was screaming his name and cumming all over him again. I arched, my back coming off the bed and my breath taken from my throat, brows furrowing.

 

“Don’t stop—”

 

“Like hell I’m gonna,” he snarled. He hiked one of my legs up, settling it on his shoulder. It forced him deeper, and for the life of me, I’d never had a man handle me like that before—like this was what I was made for. Like I was his.

 

He grunted as he kept on, pistoning himself inside me. All I could do was lay back and take it, enjoy how good it felt, and clutch the bedsheets in my hand until Tony’s hips were stuttering against my own—until his thrusts became more and more erratic. He pushed deeply into me as he came and laid himself over me. I wrapped around him as he worked himself in and out some more, milking his orgasm until he was fully done and sated. I panted beneath him, satisfied and glowing. Throbbing.

 

“We’re making a habit out of this, you know.”

 

“Sex?”

 

“Angry sex.”

 

“I wasn’t angry.”

 

“Coulda fooled me.”

 

He rolled over, pulling out of me. We laughed.

 

“We should probably stop,” I said. “The angry sex. Eventually, it’ll be bad for the baby.” My hand settled on my stomach. Still flat—though I noticed it was somewhat harder. His hand joined mine.

 

“I didn’t intend to have that thing with your father, by the way,” he said. I looked to him, head tilted, a little puzzled.

 

“Hm?”

 

“That thing on the TV. I had gone to get the two guys who helped me get you out of that shitty house that your father was keeping you in. He was there.”

 

“Why was he there?”

 

Tony shrugged. “No idea, to be honest. Probably paying off whoever lets him run the town the way he wants to run it.”

 

I frowned a little.

 

“My father …he’s into a lot of things that he shouldn’t be, isn’t he?”

 

“What gave you that impression?”

 

I rolled my eyes.

 

“I’ve always known that my father works with shady people. I don’t trust any of his cronies, and less than half of the people that he works with are the government. But I always kind of thought …” I shook my head. “I don’t know what I thought. He’s a shitty father, but I didn’t think that overall, he was a shitty person. He has his goals and his ambitions but … he champions for the people. Championed for the people …”

 

“You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you understand how the world works.”

 

“I’d hoped …”

 

“That your father was a better man than that.”

 

I sighed.

 

“Yeah. I had thought that he was, but apparently, I was wrong. How fucked up is that?”

 

Tony rolled over. He eyed me for a while.

 

“It’s not really fucked up though, is it? I mean, it’s not like everyone is always how they ought to be, you know? The world isn’t perfect like that.”

 

“I guess you’re right.”

 

“I know I’m right. Either way, don’t beat yourself up over the shit your father does. That’s on your father …not on you.”

 

“You know that applies to you as well, right?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

I looked at him a little pointedly.

 

“I mean, you and your father aren’t really close.”

 

“Yeah, well. I mean we’ve never been really close anyway.”

 

“And that’s not really on you.”

 

“Hm.”

 

I didn’t know where the urge came from, but there was an intense need and desire to have some sort of additional contact. I wrapped around him, snuggling up close to him. I think the move surprised him a bit; he started a little before he reciprocated the gesture and wrapped himself around me as well.

 

“I think I should apologize,” he said eventually.

 

“Apologize? For what?”

 

“I’ve been a bit. You know.” He gestured between my legs. I laughed.

 

“If I didn’t like it, do you honestly think I would have just let you get away with it?”

 

“Hm, well, when you put it that way …”

 

I smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

 

“Listen … I don’t know what all is going to happen. But …I guess I do know at least you give really, really good sex.”

 

We both laughed at that.