Chapter 4: Forgive me baby

•Lisa•

I forced myself to stand.

My knees still hurt from kneeling on the floor, and my cheek burned where the mask had scratched me. Ronan stood a few feet away, watching me with unreadable eyes.

Neither of us spoke.

The silence felt heavier than any argument.

Finally, I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“If…” My voice shook. “If I do what you want… will you let me go?”

His gaze hardened.

“You still want to leave?”

“I have to.”

A cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Fine.”

My heart pounded.

“If you can satisfy me, you can take the money and walk out of here. Just suck my cock like you did in the past and I’ll let you go”

I stared at him.

It wasn’t dignity I was fighting for anymore.

It was Milo.

The image of my little boy lying in a hospital bed flashed through my mind. His tiny fingers wrapped around mine. His weak smile every time he told me he wasn’t scared.

I closed my eyes.

“Forgive me, baby.”

I walked towards him as he opened his legs in front of me. I knelt again and this time I was ready for anything.

I unzipped his pants again as I pulled down his underwear. I didn’t wait for the cock to dangle a second time as I began to suckle its tip aggressively. As I began to choke myself with his cock, he grabbed my hair as he fvcked my mouth making me to choke even more.

I was gasping for breath but I really missed my cock. As he set me free to get some air, I ran my tongue through the tip as I slid down to his balls.

I suckled on them while caressing his cock…

“Uhhhh… yhhhh…”

I smirked.

I put the cock back into my mouth as I felt a bitter sweet taste on my tongue, I pulled out and the remains of his cum splattered on my face. I swallowed the cum in my mouth as I set my hand free from his cock.

When the silence finally returned, I reached for the envelope of money with trembling hands.

My fingers had barely touched it when Ronan spoke.

“Leave it.”

I looked up.

“What?”

“You’re done working here.”

I frowned.

“I said you’re done.” His voice left no room for argument. “Pack your things. You’re coming back to the pack with me.”

My eyes widened.

“What are you talking about?”

“You heard me.”

“You promised…” My voice cracked. “You said you’d let me leave.”

A bitter laugh escaped him.

“You actually believed that?”

The color drained from my face.

“You disappeared once.”

He brought his face closer until there was barely any space between us.

“I’m not making that mistake again.”

“You can’t do this.”

“I already did.”

“I have a life now.”

“No.” His jaw tightened. “You have this.” He glanced around the VIP room with disgust. “And it’s over.”

I shook my head.

“I can’t leave.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Why?”

“Because someone needs me.”

His expression darkened.

“Someone?”

I stayed quiet.

His voice turned dangerously calm.

“Is there another man?”

“No.”

“Your boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Then who?”

I opened my mouth, but before I could answer, my phone rang and I knew I wasn’t supposed to work with my phone but I did that in case of emergency.

My heart nearly stopped when I saw the caller.

The hospital.

They never called unless something was wrong.

I hurried toward my bag.

Ronan caught my wrist before I could reach it.

“Let go!”

“So that’s him?”

“No!”

“The man you’ve been choosing over me?”

“You’re wrong!”

The phone kept ringing.

Every second felt like a knife twisting in my chest.

I struggled against his grip.

“Please!”

He refused to move.

“Answer me first.”

Tears blurred my vision.

“Please…” I sobbed. “Please let me answer the call.”

He stared at me without letting go.

My voice broke.

“It’s my son.”