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I pull away from her. I need to end this. Now. “Go to sleep. I’ll take you home after you get some rest.”
“Aren’t you going to fuck me?”
I can’t decide if she looks shocked or hurt.
“No, Princess. I’m never going to fuck you.”
She pulls the blankets up over her shoulders and turns her back to me.
“I’m not pretty enough. I know you’re probably used to beautiful women. I get it.”
Ivy sniffs, and I know she’s crying. Fuck. Not pretty enough? Is she out of her fucking mind? She’s stunning. As much as I want to console her, I can’t. From here on out, distance is the name of the game. I have to stay the fuck away from her at all costs. If I don’t, I have a feeling we’re going to ruin each other.
Once her breathing gets heavy, I know she’s sleeping. I run my knuckles down the soft skin on her back and whisper, “Princess, you’re plenty pretty enough. You’re fucking gorgeous. I want to fuck you. But if I do, I’ll be so far undone there won’t be a way back. So let me walk away. If you don’t, you’ll ruin me. And I’ll let you. I’ll let you destroy me.”
I sit in the chair, watching her sleep. I can’t be in bed with her. The scent of her skin drives me wild. Her every little shaky breath she takes in her sleep, from whatever dream she’s having, makes me want to bury my cock inside her. I already want to hear my name falling from those beautiful lips again. Hell, she’s barely eighteen. Sure, she’s legal, but not by much.
My phone buzzes. I look at it and see a message from my dad.
Need to talk. When are you going to be home?
I said I’d pick up Ivy, so in a little while.
I knew you’d be a good brother to her. Thank you, son.
Jesus. Fantastic. I just lied to my dad. He'd go ballistic if he knew I was alone in a hotel room with her right now. The fact that he told me I was a good brother when only hours ago I devoured her cunt like a starving animal only adds salt to the wound.
I walk over to the bed and shake her gently, “Come on, Princess. It’s time for you to go home.”
She sits up, and the blankets fall to her waist, exposing her beautiful breasts. Her nipples pebble under my gaze, and I know I can’t take anymore.
“Get dressed. I’ll be outside waiting for you.”
I walk outside and shut the door and wait like a goddamn security guard. A few minutes later, she exits, and we walk back to my vehicle. She’s quiet for most of the ride. About five minutes from the house, she’s still staring out the window but says, “I’m not ugly. There are many boys that want to fuck me.”
Pulling over on the side of the road, I take her face in my hands, “Listen here, Princess, listen fucking good. If you let a man between your legs, I’ll fucking kill him. Anybody who touches you will not live to see the next fucking day. So, choose well, baby. Make sure anybody you fuck is someone you’re not fond of. By letting him fuck you, you’re signing his goddamn death warrant.”
She gasps, “Why do you care?”
That’s a great fucking question. Why do I care? Why is the thought of her letting someone else fuck her leaving me so goddamn rattled? She’s not mine, and she never can be. So why do I fucking care?
“The why is not important, Princess. The only thing that matters is that I do. Understood?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
I kiss her on the forehead, “Good girl.”
“One more thing. You’re going to walk into the house and be polite to your parents. Hello Mom. Hello Dad. No more of this Mercy and Liam bullshit. Understood?”
She crosses her arms over her chest, “If I don’t?”
“I’ll beat your ass with a belt until you bleed. No amount of begging or pleading will make me stop.”
She clenches her thighs, and I know I’m going to have to show her. Clearly, Ivy thinks it’ll be like when I spanked her before. I’ll spank her with a belt once, and she’ll toe the line. A belt is far different than a hand. My cock hardens at the thought of her bent over the bed crying out while I strike her with a belt. I bet her pussy would be crying for me.
“I hate you,” she says under her breath.
Grabbing her chin, I growl, “I don’t know what you’re fucking problem is. You have two loving parents. A beautiful home. You don’t want for a goddamn thing. I have no idea what’s got you so twisted up or what your trauma is.”
