“I’m not naive. I want tokill him.”
I gasped when he stole my lips with his and sighed. His lips didn’t taste like that of a serpent. His kiss was warm and gentle. He skillfully coaxed me into kissing him back, but he didn’t stop there. I accepted his tongue when he offered it, and he seduced away any doubt I had.
I felt his hand on my thigh,but I didn’t care about it. I only cared for what came next. When his lips left mine to trail to my neck, I didn’t fight him. It took every bit of fortitude and dignity he hadn’t already seduced away not to beg for more. Finally, he took pity on me and lifted his lips from my throat. A groan followed when his gaze settled between my thighs.
“You have a pretty pussy,” he praised. “Maybe even the prettiest I’ve ever seen.” Without warning, he slid his teasing finger deep, and I arched my back against the shocking pleasure of it. “You didn’t have to go hungry with a cunt like this.”
“Please don’t say that word.”
“What word?”
“Cunt. I don’t like it.”
“Why?” He looked genuinely interested in the answer just before he shed his shirt. My mouth fell open, and I could have sworn my tongue swelled. Maybe all the moisture seeped inside because my mouth was dry as hell.
“It makes me feel dirty.”
“But you are dirty.” He leaned down until his hard chest was flush against my needy breasts. “You’re our dirty, little girl.”
“It’s crass.”
He swiped a finger through the lips of my pussy. “Is crass the reason your cunt is so wet?”
“Don’t.” He continued to caress me.
“Don’t what? Touch your cunt?” He leaned closer until his lips brushed mine. “Make it wetter?”
“Stop it.”
“No.” He stroked faster. My hips began to move of their own accord. “Such a greedy puss.” I couldn’t fight where my body was taking me. Effortlessly, he shoved me over the edge and watched me fall but not before pressing a finger inside me. The walls of my pussy gripped the digit as I fell down, down, down…
I was paralyzed once I finally stopped falling. The violent tremors had ceased, and my moans had fallen silent. Only the sound of his throaty chuckle signaled that I was alive. He then kissed me on my forehead and smirked when his gaze met mine.
“Sleep tight, kid.”Chapter Twenty-SevenFather knows best.
ANGEL
Three Years Ago“Where are you,Angeles? You should have been back a week ago.”
“And why is that?” I questioned when I knew the reason for his call. Business was usually high this time of year with jobs that took him away for a long time.
“You said you needed a break so I gave you one. Now it’s time to resume your duty.”
“She’s sixteen fucking years old. Why does she still need a babysitter?”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” he cursed back. “If you want to work for me, you take orders just like anyone else.”
“Yeah? How many babysitting jobs did you do for granddad?”
“Don’t question me, son. I earned my place just as you will. Get here.” The call disconnected, and I crushed my phone in my fist rather than chuck it across the room.
Mian fucking Ross. That little girl has owned me since she was ten. Every day for six years, I kept her, protected her, and grew a little more obsessed with her each day. My father knew of my obsession with her but didn’t have the good judgment to keep her away from me. He preached control but seemed to do everything he could to try to make me lose it.
Hours later, I walked into the quiet brownstone. For a moment, I wondered if anyone was even home until I heard the musical lilt of her laugh. I stopped when my dick stirred to life and swore.
She’s sixteen.
She’s fucking sixteen.
The knowledge didn’t abate my hard dick, and as painful as the effort was, I kept moving until I found her.
She was splashing around in the pool in the dick tease she called a swimsuit. She was hard to miss or ignore in the lime green and black two-piece.
I swallowed a groan and scrubbed the palms of my hands over my eyes in a desperate attempt to erase the images of what I’d like to do to her from my mind.
I was sick for wanting her the way I did.
“I know that look in your eyes, son.” I never even heard my father approach. “I haven’t stopped looking at your mother that way since the day I met her.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Mian.”
I reluctantly ripped my gaze away from her playing in the pool with her slutty ass friend, Erin. She’d been giving me the eye ever since the first time she stepped through the door. “The kid?” Saying her name would leave me exposed.
“The kid you’d fuck six ways to Sunday as soon as her father’s back was turned.”