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“Yeah, I’m going to taste what my son’s been having,” he moans deliriously, staring at my pinned form with lust. “Oh yeah, little Jet boy has nothing on his dad.”
Oh my god, is this some kind of perverted one-upmanship? Does John think that he’s in competition with his son for the same woman? But there’s no time to think because John’s already aiming his cock at my pussy hole. He forces my knees back, staring down at my flushed curves with a deranged hunger. Only the whites of his eyes show, and he’s literally frothing at the mouth.
I close my eyes because nothing could be worse than this. I’m about to be taken against my will by my boss, a horrible monster who has a fucked-up value system. Even more, I wish I’d never agreed to this for the sake of money. Money shouldn’t rule our lives. It shouldn’t rulemylife, certainly, yet this is the consequence of my bad decisions.
I lie there like a limp rag, expecting a pain and brutality that will change my life forever. But right when the hammer’s about to drop, I feel John being yanked off me with a surprised huff, and then the man sails through the air in an arc before landing in a tumbled heap.
“Ooof!” he squeals. “Umph!”
“What?” I murmur, my eyes opening slowly. “What’s going on?”
My stepfather’s there, his blue eyes burning. Bart stares at me and then turns, his massive shoulders a bulwark against the horror and brutality that surround me. Then, he lifts my curves into his arms bridal-style, nuzzling his face into my curls for a moment.
“Sweetheart, I will never let anything happen to you,” he vows harshly. “But let’s talk later. Right now, I need to get you out of here.”
Then, Bart turns and begins to run, back across the green, and to the safety of the parking lot. I clutch my stepfather’s shoulders and cry because I don’t deserve to be saved. I deserve everything bad that was about to happen, and yet salvation has come in the form of my lover, Bart Cranston.
12
Bart
“Are you okay?” I ask in a low tone, throwing Christy a concerned glance. “I got to you just in the nick of time, didn’t I?”
The beautiful brunette nods, her eyes shadowed and her expression sad. She’s curled up on the couch with a hot mug of tea clasped between her hands, as well as a warm throw draped over her shoulders. But I can see how the sweet girl is shivering, and how she’ll be having nightmares from today’s events.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were meeting John Elliston?” I ask in a low voice. “What was that bullshit about meeting Vanessa for a movie?”
Christy doesn’t answer at first. Instead, she gazes off into the distance, her expression somber. But then she lets out a sigh, and turns to look at me.
“It’s because he offered me money, Bart,” she murmurs. “And we need it.”
“How much?” I ask in a sharp tone.
“A lot,” she shrugs. “If I let him touch me, he was going to double my salary, in addition to throwing in a bonus for the hunt.”
I pause for a moment.
“I saw that money,” I say in a low voice. “He had it laid out in cash on a table, right?”
She nods.
“In the greenhouse. I don’t know why John Elliston had that much cash on his person, but it was a special sweetener for agreeing to the hunt. Still, I can’t believe that happened,” she says in a small, defeated voice.
I go to sit next to her on the sofa, my blue gaze hard.
“You should never sell your body for money, Christy,” I say in a low voice. “You’re worth a thousand times more than anything he could offer.”
She nods, looking down at her hands.
“I know, but I felt like I had no choice, Bart. He threatened to fire me if I didn’t agree to his demands, and you know that my salary is the only money we have coming in the door right now. It puts a roof over our heads, and food on the table,” she says in a quiet voice.
My heart collapses on itself because this isn’t what I want. I want to take care of my sweet girl, and for her to have every luxury at her fingertips. So I look into Christy’s big brown eyes then, my voice serious.
“Sweetheart, you’re only eighteen. You shouldn’t bear the weight of our economic situation. That’s for me to carry.”
“Yes, but you haven’t found a job yet—”
That’s when I cut her off.
