In Death I Live by Lindsay Becs

DOMONIC

I haven’t sleptin days. My body is tired and achy, my eyes red-rimmed and dry from staring at the computer screen for so long. I have to figure a way out of this—away from Swan.

I don’t know how he found out that River knew about his little pot of hidden money he was trying to keep not only from us but from The Organization. I knew we had to get it out of his hands when River came to me several months ago with what he’d found. We came up with a plan to move it and hide it better than he had.

Although I knew he’d be pissed, I didn’t think he’d actually stoop so low as to actually conspire with Shadows to hurt River. He might have used Shadows to do his dirty work, but it hasn’t gone over my head that it was all on Swan’s orders.

Now I just have to keep the money hidden while keeping my boys and Zora here and out of harm’s way. I have to figure out what tie Swan now has with Shadows and cut it. Because two evils definitely do not make a right when it comes to those two demonic motherfuckers.

I’m about to give up when I hear a soft knock on my office door. I look up to see Zora peeking in the door. Instantly, the tension in my shoulders relaxes when I see her. I motion for her to come in.

Biting her lip, she closes the door behind her and then walks to where I am. Spinning my chair to face her, I hold out a hand for her, which she takes, and I pull her into my lap.

Running a hand over her hair, I hold the back of her head and press my lips to her temple, inhaling her, the smell of her peppermint shampoo and everything I’ve come to love about her as I hold her.

“You alright, angel girl?” I ask after we sit in silence for a while.

“I haven’t seen you since you came to get me.” She sits up to look at me, and I can’t stop my eyes from looking at her lips, wanting to kiss them. “You blame yourself.” That makes my eyes find hers.

Heaving a sigh, I sit back while she shifts to straddle my lap on the large leather armchair. “I’m the leader, Zora. Of course it’s my fault.”

“Did you move Remi?” she asks, licking her lips.

Slowly, I nod my head. “Cruz helped me find him and get him moved into a new home. I would have brought him here, but I didn’t think that was safe yet. Not until we know what Shadows and Swan are after and can take them out.”

Startling me, she presses her lips to mine. She kisses me hard and passionately, her tongue sweeping into my mouth, and I give in to her willingly, taking for myself just as much. “Thank you,” she says against my lips.

When she sits back again, she stares at me, searching and questioning things. “Just ask, or tell me, or whatever it is that has that look on your face,” I tell her, running a finger down the side of her cheek.

“The money that River found?” I nod. “They were trying to get out of him where it was.”

“Yeah, that’s what Riv said too.”

“And Remi.” My brows pull in confusion. “Shadows knows that he’s not my brother.” She pauses a second before smacking me with her next words. “He’s my son.”

“Okay,” I say lamely as I try to let that sink in. “Why does that matter to Shadows?”

“Because he thinks Remi is his.”

“Thinks?”

She drops her head, biting into her lip again and not looking at me when she confesses that she doesn’t know if he’s Shadows’s or Kale’s son.

“I thought that Slater—Shadows…whatever—loved me. Like for real loved and cared about me. I was young and stupid and had no one who ever did before, so when he was good to me, I thought it was love. By the time he was locked up in prison, I was starting to realize how wrong it all was.

“Anyway, Kale used to be sweet and kind and take care of me when Slater wasn’t around—even before he was locked up. Initially, I missed Slater. I missed and craved the sex I had become conditioned to want and enjoy from him. It was what I thought I needed to be loved. Slater used to share me before, so when he was gone, I thought it wouldn’t matter if I slept with Kale. I begged him to give me what I wanted—needed. Or what I thought I did. I finally convinced him one night and it was…” She trails off and stays silent for a beat before going on.

“Things shifted after that, and then Kale started to hate me for it. He stopped checking in on me, taking care of me. I was on my own. I found out I was pregnant and started to finally wake the fuck up to see what a mess I was and how wrong everything was with both of them—I was fifteen, for fuck’s sake, sleeping with twenty-year-old men at the time. Anyway, I hid my pregnancy and put my mom’s name on Remi’s birth certificate as his mom. She’s so high most the time and never even knows what’s happening, so for all she knows, he is hers.” She huffs a sad laugh.

“Fuck.” That’s all I can say when she stops talking.

“Yeah,” she scoffs.

“So, Shadows just assumes that Remi is his kid?” She nods. “Kale is a fucking dead man walking.” She nods again. “He helped you get away and possibly had a kid with you… Does he have a death wish?”

She lifts a shoulder. “He used to be a decent guy. All things considered.” She smirks.

“We can’t protect him. You know that, right? No matter how he helped you, he’s still on the wrong side. I can’t trust him.”

“I know,” she whispers.

Tipping her chin up, I make her look at me. “Do you want to know who fathered your son?”

She stares at me for a long moment of silence. “I’m scared. Part of me already knows that he’s Slater’s, no matter how much I wish he wasn’t. But when I look at him, I see so much of Slater in him.”

A tear falls down her cheek. Leaning forward, I kiss it away. “We can find out if you want to know.”

“Not yet.”

I nod in understanding and then kiss her lips. Just once. Softly. Then, locking my eyes with hers, I tell her all the truth I can. “Regardless of who the father is, he’s yours, Zora. And we’ll do everything we can to protect him and keep him safe. Just like you.”

Slipping from my lap, she stands between my legs. “Come on, you need to sleep, and so do I.” She holds her hands out for me and I take them, letting her pull me up with her. But once I’m on my feet, I swiftly pick her up. Her legs instantly wrap around my waist with a sexy little smile on her lips. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to my bed,” I answer honestly, walking out of my office toward my bedroom.

I set her on her feet once again when we’re in front of my bed. She watches me while I pull my shirt off and shove my sweats down, kicking them to the side, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.

Gripping the hem of her shirt, I lift it up and off her body. My lips part when I see she’s not wearing a bra and now only has on a pair of tiny shorts.

Wrapping an arm around her, I fall onto the bed, pulling her with me. Her bare chest makes me groan as my cock hardens from her near-naked body against mine.

Burying my face in her neck, I kiss and suck on her skin as we shift with her back to my front. My hand plays with her nipple, and before long, her hips are moving, looking for friction. My hand travels down her stomach to the edge of her tiny shorts.

I tease her, barely pushing my fingers inside the cotton. When she lets out a frustrated groan and begs me, I about come right then. “Touch me, Dom. Please.”

I stop torturing both of us. My finger glides through her folds and instantly into her wet, hot pussy, both of us moaning in unison from it. Her ass is snug against my hard cock, rocking on me, and I know if she keeps it up, I’m going to come in my underwear like I’m a twelve-year-old again.

I add a second finger inside her, finger-fucking her slowly. I want to give her what she needs, but I also want to show her how much she is loved and cared for.

When my thumb hits her tight little bundle of nerves, she cries out in a loud moan of ecstasy. Grinning into her neck, I keep working her up more and more. When I sink my teeth into her skin slightly, she instantly explodes.

I slow my movements but don’t pull from her until she sighs and her eyes slowly open to look back at me. Pulling my fingers from her, I bring them to my lips to lick them clean and then bend to kiss her, letting her taste her pleasure on my lips and my tongue.

She reaches for my cock, but I push her hand away. Not because I don’t want her, but because this was about her and only her.

Her brows pinch when she looks at me, and I grin at her. “I love you, Zora.” I kiss her lips again before she can say anything. “Let’s sleep, angel girl.” I pull her into me as close as she can get, curling my big body around hers.

I’m almost asleep when I hear her. “I love you, too.”