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“I could watch you all day. Those beautiful lips wrapped around my dick.” Holden lifted his hips, his thrusts short and fast. He pulled my hair, forcing my mouth off him. Warmth landed on my tits as my name left his mouth. Seconds later, he removed my blindfold and kissed me deeply. “Never forget how much I love you, baby.”
“I know,” I whispered. And I did. No matter how rough we played, I always knew he was my safe place.
Chapter Thirty-One
I was beginning to think that Holden felt guilty after our club sessions. Once again, we’d slipped into his bed, and he made love to me. Maybe it was his way of showing me he was still capable of slow and sweet versus spanking and toys. Regardless, I was perfectly fine with it. I’d quickly learned there were two sides to my sexual appetite.
Afterward, I fell asleep with my head on his chest, the beat of his heart lulling me to sleep. There was no place I would rather be than in his arms.
The following day, I woke up with a smile. Holden and I were going to move. Together. I couldn’t wait to see the plans for the penthouse and tell Brynn. Rolling over in the bed, I realized Holden had already gotten up. Hopefully, he left some coffee for me. After our romps last night, I was still tired.
I dressed in shorts and a sweatshirt and tossed my hair up in a messy bun. I staggered out of the bedroom and into the hall, limping. Shit, I forgot my cane. I held onto the doorframe, my leg immediately giving me a big fuck you. I scanned the room, and I finally located it on the floor next to my side of the bed. I hobbled over, then reached for it. An abrupt movement caught my attention. I straightened slowly, then froze.
“Good morning, River.” Tim said, leaning on the doorframe with a leer on his face.
“Morning.” I squared my shoulders and held eye contact. “I was on my way downstairs to find Holden.”
“He’s visiting with his mother in the other kitchen.”
Shit. Tim must be referencing the kitchen I hadn’t seen yet.
“On the opposite side of the house.” Tim took a few steps toward me. “Where he can’t hear you scream.”
With a quick lunge, Tim backed me against the wall, his hand over my mouth. The cane fell to the floor with a thump. My nostrils flared in anger. Holden was home and this stupid fuck was going to … I wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t very smart.
“You reek of sex, River. Are you riding Holden every chance you get?” He tugged on the waistband of my shorts, and I screamed against his palm. “Be still, honey. It will be over in a few minutes.”
The sound of his zipper filled the room, then he pushed his pants and boxers down.
Hell no. I slammed my eyes closed as I reached for his balls. I wrapped my fingers around them, squeezed, then gave a little twist for good measure. Tim screamed as his hand fell away from my mouth.
“Mr. Alastair. Don’t you ever touch me again. Don’t eye fuck me, don’t make rude gestures, or say a goddammed word to me ever again. Or—” I gave his nuts a firm squeeze. “—you can kiss these goodbye. I’ve been bullied and hurt by men like you in the past, but it won’t ever happen again. Do we understand each other?”
He whimpered and nodded. I let him go, and he collapsed to the floor with a thud. He groaned and curled into a fetal position. “You fucking bitch. You’ll pay for that.”
“Pay for what?” Holden asked, entering his room and taking note of the situation. He flew around the bed and straight to me. “Are you hurt? Did he?” Fear twisted Holden’s features.
“I’m fine. Your father isn’t, though.” I pulled my shorts up, stepped around Tim, and walked to the bathroom to scrub that disgusting bastard off of me.
“You sorry piece of shit,” Holden seethed.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
The sound of crunching bone filled the room, and I hung my head. I knew once Holden realized that his dad’s pants were around his ankles, he would deal with it. It wasn’t my fight anymore, so I’d quickly moved out of the way. Finally realizing that Holden wasn’t going to stop, I ran over to him. Blood pooled on the beige carpet as Holden slammed his fist into his father’s face.
“Holden! Holden! Don’t kill him. He’s not worth it.”
Holden’s fist hovered in the air, his breathing ragged from exertion. He stood, blood dripping from his busted knuckles. “Get the fuck out. Don’t come back until I say you can, or you’ll be facing charges for attempted rape. I will destroy your business reputation.”
Tim peered at his son through a swollen eye. “Don’t threaten me, Holden. This isn’t over by a long shot.”
My mouth gaped at the audacity. He’d just gotten his ass beat, but he was still threatening his son.
“You disgust me.” Holden walked to the bathroom, fury rolling off him in waves. He grabbed a towel and tossed it at Tim, and I took the opportunity to grab my cane. Holden gathered my hand in his, then we left Tim on the bedroom floor sniveling.
“You sure you’re, okay?” Holden asked as we hightailed it through the house.
“He didn’t hurt me. Tim made the mistake of trying to rape me standing up. When he dropped his pants, I had enough room to grab his balls and twist.”
