Chicago Leo (Femme Fatale Book 1)

by Laikyn Meng

  “Would you like another revelation; he isn’t your son. You spend less time with him than you did when you were in your wheelchair.” This time, I am up, and, in her face, there is trauma there, and my violent outburst makes her grow bored.

  “What do you mean Killian isn’t my son? You said you never stepped out on me!” I am breathing, and I want to push her up against the wall and kiss her. Make the bad mistakes go away.

  “There are other ways to become pregnant than having another dick inside me, Jordan.”

  My fingers claw at her scalp, I tangle her hair in my hands just to be close to her. Hold her for another minute.

  I’ve lost my family.

  “What will he think of me?” How could she do this to me? After everything, why couldn’t she just let me go? I shake my head, knowing I would have never let her walk away either.

  “What he always thinks of you.” She turns and winks as she exits the door. “That God made you, and you should be honored as a living being.”

  I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I am so scared to be without her.

  Chapter 12

  Roulette

  The man in front of us pulls out a seat for me. But I make way to the head of the table. My long hair sways with my hips.

  Marley sits to my left.

  “Do you disrespect my gestures, Roulette?” I don’t usually give appearances for male acquaintances, except Knox. But this one seemed to intrigue me.

  “I am not head or second hand at your place. Please, excuse me, no disrespect intended. You have to understand my position is next to my guardian.”

  “And if I shoot Marley?”

  “Well, I guess someone would get a promotion.” All the men laugh, and I even break a smile.

  I pretend to listen as he talks. The meeting ends, and he waves to others as it ends.

  “Stay.” He commands.

  I turn and nod to the other men.

  “How was your time away?”

  “What can I say? The artificial lighting did cancerous wonders for my skin.” There is the fake laugh again.

  “Where were you?”

  No one deserves my stories except me. I wake up for war. My body agitated with anger. A battle has begun somewhere in the world. And I've joined merely at the weakness of empathizing with fighters. No one bleeds but we all feel the betrayal.

  “This is your grievance, the thought that lingers like a worm down your spine, feathering out the need to understand. The fact you don’t know slowly killing your hope. Is he alive, is he buried beneath your boots?” I take a drink of water.

  Brother Bennett does his best not to let me see my speech get to him. But I know all the words.

  “I will control that wonder. Do you know what is worse than knowing your children have been murdered that their blood had been spilled? It is not knowing for sure if they are alive or dead. You will never know until I give you that information. I count on your blessing. Will that be all Brother Bennett?”

  “When can my son come home, Roulette?”

  “Soon, but I don’t know if he will want to when our relationship ends. It seems a pretty girl from Oklahoma has stolen his attention. As we agreed, he will stay away until your debt is paid in full plus interest.”

  “You expect my loyalty?”

  “To the Leo.”

  “And yourself?”

  “As long as I am in control.” He bows his head to me.

  “Always a pleasure.”

  The welcome back party must have been Marley’s idea. It is probably the guilt eating at him. I don’t mind the extra groveling. I am not in the right headspace to conclude why my brother or Marley took so long to find me.

  We go to the strip club, Curious. Sippie plays my favorite songs. Marley twists his wedding ring while holding a beer.

  I give him a nod to head home, but he shakes his head, staring at me like I am the only woman he ever loved. Marley comes when I beckon him, and I slide onto his lap.

  “We would like a lap dance! Find Cassie!”

  “Roulette...” Marley doesn’t want to participate, but worries about turning down my request.

  “Marley, are you going to deny me at my own celebration? Indulge a little with me.”

  “I would never deny the Empress.”

  “Not much of an Empress anymore, just plain Rou.”

  “Good, I missed her.” He wraps his arms around my waist.

  “She missed you too.” I lean back into him, and he holds me. And tonight, I relax a bit more, feeling safe in someone's arms. My son is holding hands with Cassian’s daughter. The pathetic ache in my chest tells me something is wrong. I know it is because I am missing my person, my Patch.

  Jordan didn’t take our conversation that well. He hasn’t left my room.

  “Out.” The Brunette and Blonde startle awake and scurry for the door.

  “They act like you came back from the dead.” Jordan pulls an arm over his face.

  “Didn’t I?” Going into the closest to change shoes.

  “I just want things to go back to normal.”

  “Would you like a shot to the spine or an actual bullet to make your pity permanent, Jordan?”

  “Stop, Roulette. Can we stop with the drama, the sarcastic comments? For once, can we act like normal people instead of thugs? I love you, and I don’t want to lose you. What I did to you down there, I thought you deserved it. You aren’t innocent here either.” He tries to come toward me, but I step back, again and again.

  “Jordan, I’m sorry you thought love was ever an option between us. I know what you were trying to do down there. And it worked, but now I ask that you leave my bedroom, leave my suite. Before I plan your execution like I would any other enemy.”

  “I’m not your enemy.” Making sure I hear his last confession.

  Chapter 13

  Dante

  It is a sick fetish, I remind myself, the embarrassment, the shame. I don’t know how it grew. But I wasn’t aching for love. I wanted to be victimized for the want inside my gut.

  My father would take out his frustration on our mother. Roulette and I would watch, like some messed up family drama, where at the end of the night, they were clawing at each other’s skin for comfort.

  Their sexual desire was violent, and maybe that is why Rou and I were a little twisted when it came to morals. Because we weren’t raised with justice; we weren’t introduced to the seldom thought that it might be wrong to beat your wife.

  Our mother was a beauty, she came from Croatia. And like a bright-eyed girl, she fell in love with the first man who told her she was nice to look at.

  But here I sit naked, wondering what kind of trouble I can get myself into. Cassie has been extremely coorperative with my new kink. But I know there are some parts she isn’t comfortable with doing.

  The few practice plays with whips still make my mouth sting with need.

  It doesn’t matter because when I find Poe, I will try and see if she knows about dark clubs that make a person scream for glory.

  “Dante? Do you have a minute?” Syron, my stepdaughter, knocks on the door and lets herself in.

  “Not a good time right now, Syron.” But she doesn’t hear me as she shuts the door.

  “I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about boys? Mom has been busy with her performances and hasn’t been home lately.” Syron walks into the bedroom, and I stand butt ass naked, hoping it will scare her, maybe even wound her a little.

  There is that pathetic crazed taboo, and a part of me wonders how far I can push it.

  Syron doesn’t seem shocked, her eyes only on my face. Maybe growing up around Curious has made her too aware of things.

  “Can I ask you questions about boys, Dante?” Still unphased that a grown man’s dick is in front of her.

  But I shake my head, not even caring about covering up. “Sure, doll. Come take a seat.” I sit back down on the bed, and she sits across from me.

  Syron is a good girl. I’m not saying
that because I am her stepdad, but she honestly is a sweet girl with a straight-laced mindset, at least from an outside perspective. I haven’t been totally aware. Lately, withdrawals are fucking with me. Which is why I wanted the pain with the pleasure.

  “Well, go ahead. What do you need to know?”

  She looks down at the carpet and then back up at me, not stopping between to check out my cock. The girl is going to give me a complex. I lean back on my elbows and think about what drugs I want to get high with tonight.

  I’ve been on edge ever since Roulette came out of the cauldron. She hasn’t spoken to me or blamed me for not rescuing her. She has to think I am in on it. The feeling of paranoia starts to make me second guess myself.

  “Um, well, as you know, Killian and I were basically matched up from birth. Not birth, I guess, because you guys didn’t know me then. But when I came into their lives, it’s like I’ve always been his. If that makes sense.”

  “It does.” Closing my eyes, I have no idea where this is going. But I might need to get high sooner than I thought.

  “We’ve fooled around, and I just don’t know how to please him when we have sex.” She wants me to tell her it will be okay, that anything will be enough. Killian, my nephew, is lucky to be with a girl like her.

  “What have you done?” I shouldn’t ask; it isn’t my business.

  “We’ve gone down on each other and done hand stuff.” She puts a hand over her face, not embarrassed, but feels silly. “I don’t know. It seems weird saying it out loud.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it seems childish.”

  “Would you rather show me? Maybe I can give you better tips for making it enjoyable for both of you.” My eyes are still closed, and I reach out to my pillow where I think I hid a few pills.

  Syron is silent, and when I hear the chair creak, she is up in front of me. I pull the pills and swallow them with ease.

  “Take a seat.” Patting the spot on the bed next to me. But Syron slides her behind on to my left leg. Her skin is bare until it meets her short shorts. Moving in closer, she lets her skin graze my balls.

  My dick twitches, and for the first time, she looks down as it moves and then up to my eyes.

  We shouldn’t be doing this; she needs to run and flee. But my mind isn’t in the right place, and it hasn’t been in a long time. I spread my legs wider and pretend I don’t notice her stare.

  “So, you’ve fooled around?”

  “Yes, before we turned eighteen, Killian was fine with fingering me and getting blowjobs, but now he wants more.”

  “He wants to penetrate your pussy?” I linger my eyes up to her body, and I hate that I like it so much. But the hate feels too good.

  “Yes.” Staring right at me.

  “Maybe you suck at giving head, Syron? Or you are turning into a tease; you aren’t a prude now, are you?” I run a knuckle down the side of her neck.

  “I’m not a prude; I grew up in Curious. Most of those strippers taught me how to use my body before they taught me how to read.”

  “Prove it.” I cock my eyebrow, hoping she left the door unlocked, hoping someone will walk in and see us. I would get more than a flogging.

  There goes my dick with excitement again. Syron climbs down on her knees, shoving my knees further apart as I laugh at her.

  “Hope you know what you are doing, little girl.”

  “Wouldn’t that make you a pedophile, Daddy Dante?” The sultry sound in her voice makes me want to fulfill this fantasy.

  “Repeat it.”

  “Daddy.” But I don’t get to enjoy the way it sounds. Because her small sweet mouth starts to suck on the cap of my penis. I try to hold back; I know this isn’t good. I’ve gone too far before, but this, fuck, this is a new low.

  I can’t control myself when the ecstasy melts into my system. I grab her hair. I force her to take more of me into her mouth. Clenching my hips, I box in her face. Those eyes peeping up at me with danger.

  Syron doesn’t hold back, pushing her own limits.

  “Dante? Are you in there?” Cassie opens the door. Syron tries to scurry away, but I grab her face and fuck it harder and deeper.

  Tears sting her eyes, but I want to lick them away.

  “Little busy right now.” Cassie can’t see who is in front of me. As I grunt, again and again, my body shielding her daughter from her.

  “Alright, come find me when you finish.” She closes the door, locking it in place.

  I let go of Syron’s hair, and she jerks back, gasping for air.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, baby girl. What if your mom would have seen you sucking my dick?” I stroke it harder, using her saliva to make a move quick and long.

  “It’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Aren’t you into that shame kink? You must feel disgusted with yourself, Daddy.” Syron wipes her thumb over her mouth, dragging the trail down her breasts.

  “I should spank you for talking to me like that. I’m still your father.” My other hand squeezes my balls, making the pain edge me toward oblivion.

  Syron crawls over to the edge of the bed. Pulling down her bottoms and puts one thigh between her legs. I feel the bare lips kiss down on my leg. She pulls her shirt up to her waist.

  “Think you can spare some of my spit?” Syron tries to hump my leg, but the fluidity isn’t there.

  But I don’t like the sass in her tone, so I take the precum from the tip of my cock and shove it in her mouth until she gags. I pull the fingers out, moving under her pussy. Curl my fingers inside her.

  “That fucking wet enough for you, baby?” Her hips start to move, and I decide right then I need to see every inch of her. Cassie is going to have my balls; fuck Roulette would probably cut off my head.

  Fuck, that sick thrill makes it even more explicit. The danger, I want to dive inside it all.

  “What would happen if your mom found out, Syron?” I grab her hip and rub her up and down my thigh. It feels wrong, and I know a bit of me knows I am tainting her. But I am hungry for the conflict.

  “Oh, Daddy.” That’s it, Syron, say it again. Make this awful, make sure you know who corrupted you.

  One hand goes up to her boob and squeezes. Her button-up blouse showing me all the goods.

  “Why are you showing your tits to everybody?” I don’t want to take my other hand off my dick, I tighten the grip.

  “Mom said since I’m eighteen, I need to start dressing like a woman.”

  “Are you going to share them?” Syron’s hands begin to undo the buttons, and she pulls down the bra.

  I don’t touch her. I can’t.

  “Killian would kill me if he knew I was doing this with you.”

  “Yeah, why is that?” My eyes stare at those pink nipples.

  “He hates you.” I don’t like the sound of her taunting me. I open my mouth. I bite down, and suck on it.

  “Yes, Daddy.” She bounces faster and harder on my leg. I loosen my hand free to grab the back of her neck.

  I suck on those fresh tits and rip away the clothes. I can’t take it, and I fling Syron on her back.

  She is completely nude.

  My 18-year-old stepdaughter and I am the monster who wants to come all over her. My chest is pounding, my lungs are fueled with aggravation and burning desire. All I want is to do the most unthinkable things to her.

  Syron spreads herself, and my fingers want to feel. So they dive right inside her core. I rub my dick on her thigh, and she claws at my head and back.

  Fuck, I want to fuck her. But I won’t because I want to penalize myself for even touching her. Sticking my dick in her would be a reward. And I need to be burned for this act alone.

  My hand becomes like a jackhammer, and chaos comes from my hand inside her. I want to stick my whole fist inside her.

  “I want you inside me, Daddy.” She moans, but honestly, this is more for me.

  “Not happening.” I rub myself against her, getting so close to what I really want, but depriving myself of it
.

  Her slap comes out of nowhere. But I rear back and ask for another. Syron hits me again, and I split my fingers and shove two down in her ass.

  “Isn’t this what you like? I saw you and Mom the other night, Dante. I saw how she made you beg, how you wanted to be humiliated. I bet you love that you will get beaten for this.” Her nails cut their way up my neck.

  I grunt, again and again, wanting more. I am about to bust through another dimension. Syron shoves my head down between her legs, and I don’t hesitate to suck on her bud until I feel her entire being quake.

  “Don’t you dare cum. Could you imagine how filthy that would make you?” But I can’t help myself; when she chastises me, I must release it. And I do it all over my floor.

  I fall, I collapse.

  I always have to have more.

  After we catch our breaths, I walk her to the door. My nephew comes down the hallway, not worried that his girlfriend is coming out of my room.

  “Hey, Killian, go easy on your girl. Boys have it easy when it comes to sex.” I slap my nephew on the shoulder. Hoping he doesn’t smell the familiar scent of his girlfriend’s pussy on my hands.

  “What are you talking about? We haven’t done anything but kiss.” Killian shakes off my hand and walks away from me, confused.

  Syron smirks and gives me a wink as she follows after him. Fuck, she was born in a pit of vipers; what did I expect her to grow into?

  Chapter 14

  Roulette

  “What do you mean you lost our money?” I tell myself to find inner peace, reach inside and find something holy to think about. Instead of considering ways to cut off my brother’s limbs.

  “Leonie told me about the odds. I thought I knew better.” This motherfucker thought he knew better.

  “Let me rephrase the question, why did you lose my money, Dante?”

  “Leonie—” Still coming up with excuses out of his ass.

  “Say it again. Blame Knox’s daughter for your mistake, like some wounded child who knows he did wrong.”

  “Roulette.” Again, the pleading in his voice makes my skin crawl.