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“Do you?”
“Yeah. I do. I get it, all right? I screwed up.”
“Why did you do it? Why did you defy me by going up there?”
I clench my jaw and narrow my eyes as I look at him. “Maybe it’s because I don’t like being told what I can and can’t do,” I spit. “Maybe I want to be able to make my own decisions.”
“And when you demonstrate the ability to make good decisions, I’ll loosen the leash,” he says. “But running away and going back to a school I forbade you from going to only reaffirms my decision to keep that leash short for now.”
“And who are you to forbid me from going to whatever school I want?”
“I’m the man your father asked to make good decisions for you.”
“Yeah, well, my father isn’t exactly the one to be talking about making good decisions about anything, is he? Especially when it comes to making decisions about my life since he’s the one who pretty much abandoned me, after all.”
“We’ve discussed this—”
“Yeah fine. If you say so.”
Bastian frowns and it’s then that I see that my words hurt him. He misses my father. And I guess somewhere deep down, I do too. I guess it’s why I’m holding on to so much anger. Knowing that and being able to let it go though, are two different things. I’m not able to forgive my father just yet any more than I'm able to let go of the desire and longing I feel for my godfather.
I just don't want to deal with it all right now. I can't. So, I jump to my feet and start for the door, wanting to get away from Bastian. Being near him clouds my judgment. It confuses me and makes me unable to think clearly. As I rush past him though, he reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me back toward him. He’s got a hand on each of my biceps, his face scant inches from mine. His sultry gaze smolders, burning its way into me, and for the first time, as I look deep into his eyes, I start to genuinely wonder if my passion truly is unrequited.
His fingers press hard into the flesh of my arms and his jaw is clenched tight enough to shatter stone. There’s a look of longing in his eyes that makes me shudder and my skin tingle with pinpricks of electricity. The heat of desire wafting off him is suffocating and I can see him fighting himself. Bastian is trying so hard to be what my father asked him to be—my godfather and my guardian. But for the first time, I can see that he wants to be something other than that. He wants to be more than that.
For the first time, I can see clearly that he wants me every bit as much as I want him.
My mouth dry, I swallow hard and try to quell the quiver running through my heart. The heat between us grows so intense, it feels like a fire that will consume me. My hands are trembling as badly as my entire body as I raise them and put one on either side of his face. Bastian flinches and I worry that the side of him that's prudent and devoted to my father is winning out, so before he can pull away from me, I pull his face to mine and press my mouth to his.
When our lips touch, it’s like an explosion goes off inside of me. My mouth burns white-hot and we both freeze like that for a moment, lips pressed together, stiller than statues. But then he moves and it’s like a dam that had been holding back the floodwaters of desire burst and Bastian melts against me. He forces his tongue into my mouth, and I relish the warmth of his breath and the taste of bourbon on his tongue.
The quiver inside of me blossoms into a full-blown earthquake and my sex grows hotter than the sun and wetter than the Pacific. I’m overwhelmed by the sheer power of not just desire, but the need that feeds it rampaging within me. I kiss him back, forcing my tongue deeper into his mouth. Bastian’s hands travel my body, cupping my breasts, his thumbs circling and teasing my stiff nipples through the fabric of my dress.
I moan as his mouth finds my neck, gently licking and nipping my flesh as he slides his hands beneath the hem of my dress. He squeezes and cups my ass through the thin material of my panties then yanks them halfway down my thighs. I reach out and grab his stiff prick through his jeans. He moans as I slide my hand up and down, rubbing him through the denim then slides one hand around to the front, roughly parting my thighs.
Leaning forward, I fumble with the buttons on his pants then jam my hand inside and grab hold of his dick, squeezing it for all I’m worth. It’s longer and thicker than I’d even imagined and as I slowly start stroking him with my hand still in his jeans, Bastian starts to massage my button with his fingers, sending shockwaves of pleasure flashing through me. My body clenches and the heat in my sex feels like a wildfire burning out of control.
“Oh God, yes,” I moan.
He plunges two fingers deep into my pussy, filling me up so completely it makes me wince as I’m gripped by a sharp pinch of pain. It subsides quickly though as he moves his fingers, sliding them along my slick inner walls. Our mouths crash together, tongues swirling around one another as he drives his fingers into my sex. I tighten my grip on his rod and his moan is lost in my mouth as I keep jacking him off.
Bastian squeezes my ass with his other hand and gives it a light slap that makes me jump as the sharp sting blends with the pleasure of having his fingers buried deep inside of me. He grips my backside, and he teases my ass with his finger, running it around the outside before slipping the tip of his finger into me. I groan and feel my body tense as he slips it even further into me, the waves of pleasure I feel with his two fingers in my pussy and one in my ass almost too much to bear.
As he pumps his fingers into me, slow then fast, gentle then rough, his digits filling both my holes, my moans fill the room. I keep jerking his cock, desperate to feel him inside of me. I step back, pulling his fingers out of me then grab his hand and try to pull him to the bed.
“I need you to fuck me, Bastian.”
He smirks at me. “Not yet, baby girl. I’m not done with you yet.”
I squeal when he picks me up and throws me down onto the bed. Instead of climbing on top of me though, he falls to his knees and roughly parts my thighs. Shoving my dress up, he leans forward and buries his tongue in my six. My eyes fly open as wide as my mouth as a scream of passion bursts from my throat.
Bastian trails his tongue from my ass up to my slit then parts my slick folds, licking me up and down. He slips his fingers inside of me again as he sucks and nips at my button, sending lightning bolts of sensation coursing through my veins. As he licks and sucks on my sex, he slips a finger back into my ass and slides it in and out. I grip the sheets and press my head back into the mattress, squeezing my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations setting my body on fire.
I reach down and grip his hair, yanking on it hard as my body bucks and writhes beneath him. But Bastian keeps his tongue in my sex, his finger in my ass, working me over with a single-minded focus. I feel out of control of my own body and like I’m floating on air as I cry out, coming with an intensity I’ve never felt before. It rocks my entire body and steals my breath away. Bastian keeps running his tongue along my opening and sucking on my clit with determination.
“Yes, daddy. Fuck yes,” I finally manage to croak. “Don’t stop. I need your big cock in me, daddy. I’m your good girl. Please, give it to me.”
As the ecstasy he brought me with his tongue and fingers ebb, I sit up, feeling mortified. I have no idea where that came from. My heart batters the inside of my chest and Bastian raises his face to me, his chin and lips glistening with my juices. If I wasn’t feeling so entirely abashed, I would have thought it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. But he looks at me with flat eyes and an inscrutable expression on his face.
