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“I’m not a kid anymore,” I hissed.
“Grace,” Mom snapped. “You are to obey your mother and father. What would Jesus think if he saw you talking back to us?”
“And you live under my roof,” Dad snarled. “You eat my food, drink my water, and use my money to buy yourself things. If you’re going to live here, you will do as I say. You’re not allowed to go out, and no seeing yourboyfriend, who I think you’re getting too close to.” He held out his hand and curled his fingers toward his palm. “Give me your phone.”
My jaw hit the floor, and I took another step back. “I need it, though!”
“You should have thought about that before you disappeared for days on end without letting us know.” He wiggled his fingers again. “Give. Me. Your. Phone,” he said through his bared teeth.
I huffed and handed it over. He slid it into his pocket and turned away and returned to the coffee he’d been drinking before I came downstairs.
“Get ready for school. We’re leaving in five minutes,” he ordered as he kept his back to me.
With one last glance at Mom—silently pleading for her to say something—I went back upstairs and got ready for school.
14
DAIMAN
Imoved the toothpick between my teeth as I watched Grace from outside her bedroom window. The naïve girl didn’t close her shades, letting the whole world watch as she undressed from her too-tight pajamas.
It wasn’t hard to find her. All it took was returning to the Twisted Bar. I paid them under the table to get the information they’d collected for the VIP passes and from checking her and her friend’s I.D.s at the door.
Grace lifted her shirt over her head, and her large breasts bounced as she discarded the top. Blood rushed to my cock, and I clenched my teeth tighter on the toothpick.
Goddamn.
I grabbed my cell phone from my back pocket and snapped pictures of her while she kicked off her sleep shorts. Her round stomach hung low over her pelvis. She had the curves of a goddess. Grace didn’t seem to realize how goddamn beautiful she was. My tongue tingled, wanting to lick every inch of her and take extra time on her stretch marks.
What did she taste like?
Was she sweet and musky?
I’d have bet my left nut she was.
The night I talked to her and took photos with her in the VIP, I’d imagined fucking the shit out of her in different positions. At the time, I didn’t realize Lucifer had picked her to be his bride. I felt guilty for thinking about her taking my thick dick, but it didn’t last long. She had returned without becoming his bride, giving me the chance to fulfill every wet dream I had of her.
Grace bent over, her juicy ass facing me. I snapped another picture, twisting the toothpick between my teeth. The pictures weren’t for me. I had to report back to Lucien, but I would sure as hell keep these photos in a folder on my phone to jack off to later.
I rolled the toothpick to the other side of my mouth, dropping my gaze to the first floor as movement caught my eye. Her father bent his wife over the edge of the couch, her long skirt raised over her waist to give him better access as he fucked her from behind.
Did none of these people believe in privacy?
The whole goddamn block could see them fucking while simultaneously watching Grace dressing in her school uniform. Which brought me to my next thought.
She was a goddamn kid, and here I was, getting a fucking boner over her.
I studied her clothes and realized she was in a Catholic schoolgirl outfit.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Not only did I have a hard-on for a kid, but I had dirty thoughts about someone who worshiped God. They were the most hypocritical humans on the planet. The type to force women to birth unwanted children, then turn away as those children were shoved through abusive foster systems. The type to let their freak flag fly behind closed doors, then persecute the LGBTQ community for being their authentic selves in public. Her parents proved my point by getting it on like rabbits in the middle of the living room where anyone could walk in on them.
Grace walked away from the window, and the light turned off inside her room. I watched the couple finish up, and as soon as her dad fixed his pants, Grace joined them in the room. I smirked and turned around to get back into my car.
As I sat behind the wheel, Grace and her dad got into his BMW and pulled out of their driveway. I followed them, and ten minutes later, they pulled up to Sacred Heart Catholic School.
Grace shot out of the car, visibly upset about something, and slammed the door before she stalked up the stairs to the front door. I drove past her dad, glaring at him through the passenger window. He turned his head, met my gaze, and shot me a dirty look.
