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I can't help but chuckle. “You're right, Bunny, and I am sorry for making you think I was trying to hide anything from you.”

“Yeah, well, don't let it happen again, Big Papa,” she says, smiling as I pull her into my arms.

I’ll give her all the information she needs, but not always the kind she wants. If it takes a lifetime to make sure she knows I trust her beyond comparison, then it sounds like a fight for life.

Chapter Eighteen

Tizzy

I swear I expected more of a fight about this subject. You know club business usually stays club business and all that, but I've never been the type to sit back and let a man handle everything. I’m not asking to know every detail, but I hope these men can look at me more as an equal. Is that so crazy? I still don't understand how this didn't turn out in more of a fight.

“You're not mad I want to be a bit nosey sometimes?” I ask, running my fingers across his Prez patch.

“I know how it feels to be in the dark, Bunny. When I was captured, I had no say over what I ate or where I slept, and the last thing they ever did was talk, much less give me any kind of information. Sometimes, quiet is its own form of torture. I won't make that mistake again,” he says, kissing the top of my head as he holds me close to his chest.

“How many times were you caught?” I ask, not knowing if I want to hear too much about him being hurt or tortured.

“Only a couple. Few people can get the drop on me.” He smirks, and I can't help but smile.

“So here’s what's going to happen. I’m going to call church to get all this information out there. You can join if you would like. Now, further down the road, if you hear any information you would like to know more about, just ask Bunny. I’ll always tell you what I can. We just might have to wait for the right place, right time.”

Oh, how I love this man. I never thought I’d want a partner in my life. I never missed one, either. You can't miss what you never had, right? Still, I didn't know what I was missing after being here with Devon.

“Make love to me,” I whisper to him. Before he can answer, I’m flinging myself at him.

Devon catches me in his strong arms, pulling me close against his broad chest. His lips find mine in a deep, passionate kiss that makes my whole body tingle. I melt into him, savoring his warmth and the intoxicating scent of his cologne.

"My sweet little girl," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Daddy's going to take such good care of you."

A shiver of anticipation runs through me at his words. Devon gently lays me down on the bed, his eyes dark with desire as they roam over my body. He slowly undresses me, kissing each new expanse of skin as it's revealed.

"You're so beautiful," he says reverently.

I blush under his intense gaze, feeling cherished and desired. Devon sheds his own clothes before joining me on the bed. His hands and lips explore my body with reverent attention, finding all the spots that make me gasp and arch with pleasure.

"Please, Daddy," I whimper. "I need you."

"Shh, baby girl. Let me take care of you." His lips find mine in a searing kiss. I melt into him as our tongues dance. Devon's stubble scratches deliciously against my skin as he kisses down my neck. I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him close. "You're so beautiful," he breathes against my collarbone. "So perfect for Daddy."

I moan as he lavishes attention on my breasts. The scrape of his teeth, followed by the soothing warmth of his tongue, sends shivers through me. "That's it, sweetheart. Let me hear you," Devon encourages.

His fingers trace teasing patterns along my inner thighs. I spread my legs wider, silently begging for his touch. Devon chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to my hipbone. "So eager for me," he murmurs approvingly. "Such a good girl."

I whimper as his fingers finally brush against my core, teasing and exploring. Devon's touch is expert, knowing exactly how to wind me up. He slides one long finger inside me, then two, curling them just right.

"Oh, Daddy!" I cry out, my hips bucking against his hand.

"That's it, baby. Let go for me," Devon urges. His thumb finds my most sensitive spot as his fingers continue their delicious assault. The dual sensations quickly push me over the edge. I come with a cry of Devon's name, my body trembling with pleasure.

Before I can fully recover, Devon is positioning himself between my thighs. He enters me in one smooth thrust, both of us groaning at the sensation.

"So tight, so perfect," he praises, setting a steady rhythm.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Our bodies move together in perfect synchronicity. Devon's lips find mine in a passionate kiss that echoes the intensity of our lovemaking.

In this moment, nothing else matters but us. The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us intertwined in each other's arms. I’ve never felt so connected to another person like this. It’s as if my very existence hinges on the feel of Devon inside me, moving within me.

Devon's thrusts grow harder, more urgent. "I'm close, baby girl," he pants against my neck. "Gonna… make you mine."