Chapter 162

He pushed those thoughts away. They had no place in this room. In his bed. He was no longer a street kid, pushed out after his mother's death; he was the right hand man of the Wolf. And he had his own captured sleeping beauty.

That thought made Jordan smile again, his tongue lapping as he lapped at Trish's sweet pussy. She slept deeply, as she always did, exhausted by the day and his nightly demands; only her soft, sleepy moans and wet, swollen cunt indicated she was in any way aware of his touch. But he liked waking her with pleasure before he had to tend to his normal routine. He didn't need much sleep anyway, never had. In his life, there had always been too many reasons to stay awake, most of them life or death.

This... his baby girl, she was the first thing in his life that was pure pleasure.

Last night she'd come apart for him. Submitted to him. He'd felt it. That moment... she'd be his. Eventually. Jordan didn't fool himsel