“He would not be a good husband. He’s sure as shit not going to be a good father.”
“He says he wants kids.”
“He doesn’t.” Kraig grabs my arm. “He just wants to get you pregnant like a trophy. He just wants that power over you. He wants you as his brood mare or something. He’s going to impregnate you and make more evil clones.”
“That’s twisted. Graham’s not like that. He’s sweet.” I feel defensive of him.
Kraig barks out a laugh. “He’s not. He’s a monster. And if you have any sense of self-respect or self-preservation, you’ll leave him.”
“And why is that?”
I gasp.
Graham’s standing in the doorway.
Kraig scowls at his stepbrother.
“So she can get with you, Kraig?” Graham steps into the room. “You want your own Upper East Side princess, don’t you?”
Not breaking eye contact, Graham takes my hand and presses a kiss to the back of my fingers that sends butterflies swirling in my stomach.
“You seem to have a real problem not touching what’s mine, Kraig.”
“If Dad knows you’re talking like this, he’ll—”
“What? Dani’s mine. She wants to take my cum. She wants to have my children.” His fingers trail down my back, catching on the chains. “You’re just mad because you know a woman will never do this for you.” I feel his hand pull then slide under the low cut back of the dress. “Especially not one like Dani.”
“You’re sick,” Kraig whispers.
“And you’re envious.” Graham kisses me under my jaw where it meets my throat.
“See? I can get a woman like Dani to do anything for me. She wants to please me. Don’t you, Dani?” He nips my earlobe. “Are you going to be good for me, Dani?”
His thick fingers spread me then stroke my slit. He can’t get enough room to stroke my clit so he’s just teasing me, making me remember how it felt to be fucked by that cock.
“Yeah,” I whimper. “I want to be good for you.”
Kraig’s face is twisted in fury.
I’m too drunk and horny to care that Kraig is watching Graham pleasuring me. Graham’s hand is tight in my hair while the other works between my legs while I pant.
“This what you want, Kraig? You want to watch her come?”
“Fuck you.”
Graham’s hand slides out from under my dress to wrap possessively around my waist. I grab his wrist as he pulls me off-balance to crash against him.
He smirks at Kraig over the top of my head.
“You want to see what you could have if you have the balls to just take it. Not ask, just take it. I could tie her up in my house and fuck her all night whenever I want, and that would be my right.”
“I’m not like you. I’d never—”
“Of course you’d never,” Graham barks. “Because you’re weak. Just like your father.”
“Don’t forget who put Stuart in prison,” Kraig retorts.
Graham’s face goes stone-cold.
