Credence

Fuck.

I drop my head, losing my

breath.

“I’m holding onto my sanity by a thread here, Tiernan,” I grit out. “Stop me. Please, just stop me.”

She arches up, leaving taunting little kisses on my neck, across my jaw, and up my chin to my mouth.

I meet her eyes, seeing tears in hers.

“You know why my parents sent me to you?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper. “Because you’re nothing for anyone to fear.”

I tense as she continues her little kisses.

“You would never take my inheritance before I was old enough to claim it,” she says, sick amusement in her voice as her fingers glide down my stomach. “It would never occur to you to force me to live here or,” she kisses my lips as she looks up into my eyes, “or have the balls to stand up to me—a de Haas.”

I bare my teeth, my heart pumping wildly. Excuse me?

“So don’t worry,” she breathes out. “I’m not afraid of you. You won’t take anything you want. You’re safe. Weak. My father said so.” And then she gives me a condescending smile. “I was never worried.”

She comes in for another peck, and I jerk my lips away, glaring at her.

He said that, did he?

I shoot back, grab Hannes de Haas’s little girl, and yank her ass down, hearing her whimper as she slides down the seat.

I dive down, sinking my mouth into her pink pussy and pressing her thighs wide for me.

“Ah,” she cries out. “I was joking. I’m sorry.”

I wrap my arm under one of her thighs and hold her to me as she arches her back and squirms.

“You’re what?” I challenge, swirling my tongue in steady, hard circles over her little nub.

“S-sorry,” she stammers. “I’m sorry, Jake. Oh, God.”

That’s fucking right. I want that piece of shit to hear his little girl scream my name wherever the hell he is. I want him to know how much she loves her Uncle Jake.

I suck her and lick, nibbling and kissing around her pussy and inner thighs and teasing her little hole with the tip of my tongue. She moans when I do that, and I do it again, savoring her taste and tightness. My cock bulges and seeps, and I continue eating her while I undo my hunting pants and jeans. Jesus. Just thinking about how tight she is…

She digs her nails into her thighs, and I suck on her clit, chewing it gently as her stomach rises and falls, faster and faster.

I lift up, rubbing her little nub with my thumb and watching her tits move up and down. “I’m so glad you came to live with us, baby,” I say. “You want me to stop?”

Her eyes watch my hand work. “No,” she rushes out in a whisper. “Please do it some more.”

She claws down her thighs.

“Do what some more?”

“Lick me.”

“Lick your what?” I tease, making the little bitch eat her words about me being weak.

“My pussy,” she says, wetting her lips. “I like it when you do that. Please do it some more.”

She falls back to the seat, closing her eyes and rolling her hips into my hand, hungry for me. “Please lick me down there again.”