She looked up at me, and for a second, I was mesmerized by her beauty. She was really a looker, and not just that, Kendall was a girl I’d loved for her personality before I even saw her as someone I wanted to sleep with. She had an innocent, sweet kind of beauty that I couldn’t help but want to ruin. I wanted to break her. I wanted to own her. And I was going to do both just as soon as I got the chance.
“Next to me,” I told her, taking a step towards the bar in the living room and pouring myself a glass of Scotch. “Where you belong, baby girl.”
She looked at me for a long moment, and finally, a slow smile spread over her face.
“My mom’s going to kill you,” she said gently, and I laughed out loud.
“I can take your mom,” I told her with a grin. “Now your sister, I’m not so sure about.”
It was her turn to laugh, and the sound of her melodic giggle put me in a better mood instantly. Kendall really was fucking special. I’d never felt this way about a girl – about a woman – before. It was like she finally made me realize what I’d been missing all along, in every relationship I’d had before her. They were all a fucking waste. All pointless now that I had Kenny in my arms.
“Do you want to go to sleep?” I asked her. “We should get some rest. And I’ll figure out what we’ll do for school tomorrow, okay?”
She came up to me, taking my hand in hers and giving me a sweet little look that fucking had me melting.
“Will you sleep with me?” she asked. “I’m scared, I don’t want to sleep alone.”
I pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head softly. God, she made me want to fuck her. My whole body responded when she was around, eager and desperate to have her wrap her lithe limbs around me. But I knew the moment wasn’t right, I knew I had to give it some time and wait before I got her into bed with me.
“Of course I will,” I promised her.
It seemed to calm her down a little, and I walked her into my bedroom. I wondered what she thought of my apartment, surprised to find I actually gave a shit. Maybe it was because I fully intended on keeping her there, making her live with me and submit to my every whim and desire.
Once we were in the bedroom, I came up behind her, my arms wrapping around her waist.
“Put your hands on the window, baby girl,” I muttered into her hair, and she moaned and did as she was told.
Fuck, even when she was shaken up like this, she was still such a fucking perfect girl for me. I couldn’t get enough of her. She was intoxicating.
“I’m going to take your clothes off now,” I told her, and slowly peeled off her shorts, slipping them over her tight little ass and tracing a finger between her cheeks.
She kept moaning, sinful little sounds that made it nearly impossible to resist her young body.
“Arch your back for me, Kendall,” I muttered, and she did, her body submitting to mine in the sweetest way possible.
My mouth filled with spit I wanted to put inside her, but I resisted. I couldn’t push her too far. It was her first night alone with me, and I didn’t want to scare her. I wanted to keep her for a very long time, and I had no intention of fucking it up on the first try.
I pulled her top away from her next, and her little body shivered under my touch. I reveled in it.
“Arms up,” I said next, and she raised them, wrapping them around my neck from behind.
I exhaled slowly, trying to keep myself in check, but just as I slid her bra off, she turned around in my arms, her sweet eyes searching my own for answers I couldn’t give her.
“Why won’t you fuck me?” she asked, her voice so young and so shaky. “Don’t you want me anymore, Levi?”
“Call me Daddy,” I growled. “Kendall, call me Daddy right the fuck now.”
She smiled, knowing the power she had over me. God, I was fucking addicted to her already, and it had barely been a few days.
“Daddy,” she whispered, and I crashed my mouth against hers, claiming her in a kiss that took so much self-restraint I had to dig my fingers into her pale, creamy skin.
She was a little siren, her call so fucking lustful I could barely keep my hands off. But I knew if I gave in to my desires, I wouldn’t be able to hold back. I’d fuck her the way I wanted to, not the way she begged for it.