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When I remove the bottle from my pocket and distribute its contents on my pulsing dick and two fingers, it might be my imagination, but I swear there’s a sound of protest from the hallway. Is it wrong that it only makes me harder? Makes me stretch her with even more force with my fingers as she whines and shifts against the couch?
“This sweet ass needs a daddy, doesn’t it?” I slap my cock against the curve of her bottom, the sound of sticky moisture echoing in the room. “And you’ve only got one now, huh, little girl?”
“Yes,” Veda says in shaky voice. “Just Ramsey.”
“That’s goddamn right.” I position the head of my erection against the new fuck hole she’s been taunting me with every time she sits on my lap or climbs the stairs in front of me. If it’s half as tight as her cunt, I’m going to lose my mind. “Sometime soon, when we’re in public together and everyone is watching, I’m going to come up behind you. I’m going to pull you up on tiptoe and tuck your little ass against my lap. And then I’m going to make eye contact with every man in the room to let them know I’ve fucked all three places on your body. That I have a nightly option of mouth, pussy or back door. And you’re going to nod at them and ask me what I’ll have tonight, loud enough for everyone to hear.”
I slap a hand over her mouth and thrust home, barely able to hear her scream over the waves churning in my ears. Jesus Christ.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” Veda is chanting when I let go of her mouth. “Too big. Please. Oh my God.”
I shhh into her hair. “Big girls shut their mouths and open their legs wider.”
A rush of moisture between her legs and the rasping of her moans tell me she’s excited, despite the pain I might be causing. Over her shoulder, she’s giving me innocent looks she damn well knows make my cock drip. After a moment, the distance between her feet broadens, and both of us groan because my hips start pumping of their own accord, unable to turn down her body’s permission. You wouldn’t believe the texture of her, the clench, the fight of her hole to keep out my foreign flesh, but I win the war, not letting up until the slick slide into her asshole is somewhat manageable without Veda screaming or my seed shooting out too soon. I reach around and play with her clit, whispering filth into her ear…and all the while I watch the hallway. I might even smile.
“Ramsey…” Veda huffs out. “I’m going to come…”
I throw my head back, my growl bouncing off the ceiling. “If you come with my dick in your ass, I’m going to hold you down and pound you, angel. You better be ready for that. Are you?”
Her answer is a shaking pussy and cries of my name, her lithe, young, tight body closing around my cock with so much force, I slap her ass—hard—shouting at her to loosen up. Words I never thought I’d say. But then again, I never thought I’d be fucking a teenager up the ass with the man who raised her lurking in the darkness, watching me, hating me. Or potentially hating himself for being unable to look away. I have my own moral dilemma, though, knowing Veda needs me to be cautious her first time having sex in this way, but being overcome by the demands of my body, my mind. Claim, fuck, claim.
When I open my eyes again, I have Veda bent forward over the back of the sofa, and I’m roaring as I spurt come into her asshole, my hoarse shouts drowning out another, quieter, anguished one.
Chapter Seven
When he comes for me the next morning before the sun has risen, I’m ready. I’ve been ready all night, actually. Naïve isn’t a word anyone in their right mind would use to describe me, and after what took place last night, if the man doesn’t want me dead, he isn’t worthy to share a bloodline with my Veda.
Veda is still sleeping in the locked bedroom upstairs when I hear him ascend the staircase leading from the bottom floor up to the living room, much as he did the previous evening. But I don’t have Veda on her knees in front of me this time, so I can focus better, and with that focus comes a dangerous prickle at the back of my neck. His ill intent precedes him by a good twenty paces, and I’m grateful I didn’t alert security to the confrontation I knew was coming.
Intuition tells me it isn’t going to end well.
A floorboard creaks, telling me Jack has reached the bottom of the staircase leading to the bedroom where I spent the night watching over Veda. There is a landing halfway toward the upper floor, and that is where I’m standing. As soon as Jack confirms he’s heading towards where he presumes we’re in bed, I allow that to cement my suspicion of his motives and move out into the open.
“That’s far enough.”
It’s almost comical the way he halts with one foot in the air, poised above the step. Not comical, however, is the knife in his hand. It’s dark enough that I might have missed the weapon if I wasn’t looking for it. Expecting Veda’s father to lash out over her choosing to remain with me doesn’t stop the rush of blood that goes straight to my brain, blanketing my vision in red.
“You better have intended to use that on only me,” I grind out, shaken by the image of him approaching the sleeping beauty upstairs, light glinting off the cold metal. I will never forgive myself for bringing her here, but I can begin to make up for the decision by guarding her with my life. By eliminating the threat.
Jack doesn’t give me an answer, but steps away from the stairs, backing across the foyer toward the kitchen. “Is this where you have your goons come and drag me off?”
Slowly, I follow him down the steps. “They’ve been asked to remain outside. This is between us, and it ends now.”
“You don’t seem too nervous about the knife in my hand,” Jack says, that cocky expression giving way to nerves. His face is gray, and as I reach the bottom step, I can smell his foul breath, courtesy of the liter of scotch he drank mere hours ago. He’s even staggering somewhat, telling me he’s either still intoxicated or there’s a stocked bar downstairs.
“Nervous?” I tilt my head and follow him into the oversized kitchen. “Maybe. A reckless man is a dangerous man.”
“Then I’m as dangerous as they come,” Jack seethes.
There might have been some truth to his claim if he was in a room with anyone but me and I hadn’t just caught him coming near my future wife with a knife. That makes me as dangerous as they come. And there’s only room for one of us. “You have another weapon, though. Don’t you?” When he pauses in his amble around the dining room table, I know I’ve surprised him. “You make Veda…nervous. And there’s more to it than your apparent desire to watch her engage with a man.” He has the decency to go pale, a twitch beginning beneath his right eye. “She’s told me you were overprotective, but I remember the night on the roof. When I first met her. There was an ease between you and her—it’s not there now. The opposite, in fact. I need to know why. Now.”
“Damn you, Beckett. You’re so arrogant.” He moves the knife in a downward slash, burying the tip in the table. “We’re not in your office now. I’m not required to jump for you on command.”
Whether the abuse of alcohol is responsible or if there was always something inside Jack waiting for the right moment to rear its head, I can see that he’s lost whatever balance he’d been maintaining. Veda has opened up in stages about the way he’d kept her and her mother—when she was still alive—confined, not allowing them to go out or have friends. So it could be the loss of his power that has tipped him over the edge, too. Whatever the reason, misery, hatred and self-loathing collide on his face and direct themselves at me.
“You’re right,” I say, well aware that I have to change tactics or I’ll get no answers. “You’re not required to jump or tell me what I want to know.” I stop at the kitchen island, leaning against it and crossing my arms. “But I think you want to.”
Rage is wiped from his facial features and at once, he’s smug, drawing the knife out of the table and moving it in a figure eight motion. “Damn right I do,” he says, punctuating his words with a laugh that makes my stomach clench. “Did you ever stop to ask yourself why Veda went back to you, Beckett?” He pauses to l
et that question sink in…and it does. It sinks and sinks, because I have asked myself a thousand times. I was amazed when she came back to me. I still am. “Did you think she just suddenly got over being bought? Being taken away from the only family she knows?”
“Get to where you’re going with this,” I manage through parched lips.
Jack has the look of a man with the upper hand. He is. For the first time in my life, I’ve gone into a battle without the winning strategy.
“I was all set to quit. To come home and find a different job so we didn’t have to live under your thumb. Then I had a better idea.” His smile is sickening. “All those hours Veda spent alone in your home, with access to your office, your electronic files and bank statements? It was pretty easy for a career accountant to…move things around.” He taps the knife against his outer thigh. “But I couldn’t have done it without my eager accomplice. She wanted to make you a fool even more than I did.”
