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It was crazy, but for some reason, I realized that Kaz’s true power lay not in his strength or his position within the Brotherhood but in his ability to awaken a fierce, passionate response in my body that I could neither deny nor control.
Holy shit.
Meanwhile, Max thought I should be working on controlling him with my pussy in New Orleans. What Max didn’t understand was that no amount of Juicy Jigsaw, Salsa Slam, or even Squishy Spider could prevent my ass from getting cock-whipped in the process.
Silent, Kaz pulled back and studied me. “Do you think it was okay for the dancer to touch you?”
“It was part of the show, and I figured. . .”
He raised his eyebrows.
“Well. . .I figured you would love to see a woman touching me.”
His gaze upon me was like a brand, marking me with an intensity that spoke of deep, unyielding possession. “No one can touch you. No. One.”
Our breaths mingled.
I felt the unmistakable power of surrender, the sweet release of yielding to a force greater than myself, embodied by the man who claimed every beat of my heart.
“Okay.” I parted my lips. “Lesson learned.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Have you ever heard the story of Cimon and Pero?”
“No.”
“It was an ancient Roman story about religious duty.”
I smirked, wondering where this was going. “And what happened in the story?”
“A man named Cimon was incarcerated and sentenced to death by starvation.”
“What did he do?”
“Does not matter.”
“It does to me. Maybe, he deserved it.”
“Does not matter.” He raised his hand to my face and slipped his finger along my lips. “His daughter was named Pero, and every time she visited him, she could not bear the sight of her dying father.”
“I get it. Many wouldn’t be okay with that.”
“So. . .” His gaze traveled down to my breasts. “In order to save her father’s life, during those visits, she gave him breast milk on a daily basis.”
“Say what now?”
“When the government saw that Cimon was still alive after many days, they became suspicious of Pero.”
“Man, I’m still not over the daughter giving him breast milk.”
“She loved her father, mysh.”
“I might have snuck in a cup or something and squeezed milk in there, but like. . .my father’s mouth right on the nipple.” I twisted my face in disgust. “No way.”
Kaz smiled. “Eventually, the prison guards caught Pero breastfeeding her father.”
“Fuck. What happened to them?”
“A criminal case was filed against her, but her selflessness and attitude won and turned the heart and mind of the jailer and he granted her father freedom.”
