Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Her scent hits me, my balls fucking ache. My cock finds its way inside her tight warmth in one hard push, a growl tearing free as she clenches down on me.
Home.
Goddamn perfection.
Balls tighten instantly. Gritting my teeth against the urge to spill too soon, I brace over her back and hook a fist in that golden hair.
“Look at you,” I rasp, yanking her head up so those big brown eyes meet mine in the shadows. “Good girl.” I thrust slow, wanting her to feel how full she is. Her wet heat swallows me whole. “That pretty cunt was made for me.”
The director moans and shifts, muttering under his breath.
“And that worthless cock of yours?” I bite out, stilling her with my grip. “Will never touch this.” My palm curls into her hair again, pulling until her chin tilts back. “She’s mine.” I slam into her deep, watching her throat work as she gasps. “All mine.”
Animal instinct takes over. Pounding into her tight little body, her whimpers echoing through the room. The table legs scrape hardwood with every thrust.
Mine, mine, mine. Let him see how she gives it all to me. For me.
Her tiny body bends like a bowstring under my hands.
“Daddy… oh God, Daddy—I can’t—”
I roar, my hand owning her throat. “You worshiping daddy’s cock with your little cunt?” My hips surge in and out, in and out, driving deeper that I should. “Who’s your daddy?”
“You!” She twists and bucks, panting, eyes unfocused. “Only you.”
Fucking heaven. “Right fucking answer,” I snarl, lifting her hips to get a better angle and piston into her so hard wood cracks against the wall. “You’re gobbling up Daddy, aren’t you? Trying to make me cum in this hot little hole.” My balls knot tight, veins throbbing as her channel milks me.
“Daddy…”
“Come for me,” I grunt, slamming into her tight heat until stars burst behind my eyes. She spasms around me, quivering and messy, while my own release tears through me. I off load a river of hot of cum inside her. “Fuck yeah…” More spills out, jets filling her up as I rut against her, marking this little body until there’s no denying who owns it.
When the last pulse fades, I sag against her catching my breath then pull out and adjust my clothes, tuck strands of her hair behind her ear. She melts into me, face glowing rose-pink, pupils blown wide.
My girl. My sweet, perfect Elodie.
And that teacher? Let him choke on his jealousy.
Patrykov makes a strangled noise from across the room.
I lift my head. Meet his eyes over her shoulder.
Hold them.
She is mine. This is what mine looks like. This is what you never get to touch.
He looks away first.
He will always look away first.
"Daddy." Her hands cup my face. "Take me home."
I press a slow, soft kiss to her mouth.
Then I set her on her feet, without another glance at the man bleeding on his own dance floor, I walk her out.
Back to our life. On our terms.
CHAPTER 10
Elodie
I'm in the kitchen doorway in his old gray sweatshirt watching him crack eggs one-handed without looking at the bowl. A coffee mug is waiting at the end of the island like he heard me wake up.
"Sleep okay?" He turns around, so handsome in his bare chest, a pair of gray sweats.
He’s incredible. The hint of gray at his temples. I don’t even see my father’s face anymore. Just…daddy.
"You know how I slept." I smirk, each step a reminder of how violent this man can fuck and how much I loved it.
Especially when he tied my hand to the hook he installed above the headboard and introduced me to another kind of bar.
A spreader bar. Not for wrists.
"I meant the second time."
"Fine." I wrap both hands around the mug. "I slept fine the second time."
"We need to call your parents today. I’m going to tell them."
I set the mug down.
"Both of them?" I try.
"Yes."
"At the same—"
"Together. Today." He plates the eggs, slides them across the island, looks at me. “This is the only thing I know how to cook that will end up edible. Now eat, then we are calling."
I eat three bites and try to construct a reasonable argument.
My phone lights up before I can try anyway.
Anna: girl. GIRL. Jeremy is outside your house and I am outside your house ARE YOU ALIVE
Anna: also we brought donuts
Anna: also Jeremy knows about Patrykov because Maggie from Play and Pizza has a cousin who—anyway. ARE YOU OKAY
Anna: the donuts are getting cold
Rye reads it over my shoulder with the expression of a man who has already emotionally prepared.
"Tell them an hour."
One hour. Do not come in.
Three dots.
Anna: ...the call.
Anna: JEREMY. IT'S THE CALL.
I put the phone face down.
But, he picks it right back up, standing next to me.
Dad's face fills the screen first, mom comes in over his shoulder.