Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Stop!” Hadley yells.
Ignoring her, I push her thin body over the arm of the sofa and hold her down with my hand as I work at my belt buckle. Her entire body freezes.
“I don’t want to have sex with you,” she whimpers, almost cracking my resolve to punish her. Almost.
“I’m not some fucking perv,” I bite out. “I’m going to whip your ass for that stunt.”
“What?!”
She starts squirming a lot worse than when she thought I was going to stick my dick in her teenage pussy. I yank out my belt from the loops with a swish.
“Stay still. I’m giving you three licks. You fight me, and so help me, PG, I’ll give you ten.”
I crack the leather against her ass over her booty shorts and she screams, her back arching. The girl doesn’t listen to a goddamn word I say because she tries to crawl away. I fist her Pantera sweatshirt, keeping her in place, before whipping her again. I’m able to land one more lick of the leather before she launches herself out of my grip and scrambles to the other side of the sofa.
“You whipped me!” she accuses, sobbing.
“Fucking right I did. You’re under my roof and you’re going to follow my damn rules.”
“YOU ARE NOT MY DADDY!”
I grab a fistful of her hair, dragging her to her knees on the sofa. Tears streak down her red cheeks, leaving black lines of despair. Her bottom lip trembles.
She looks so broken.
Fuck.
Rather than whipping her some more or getting in her face, I haul her up further and into my arms. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders like she’s about to go fucking crazy trying to get away, but then her body deflates in defeat. She relaxes, giving in to her tears. I toss the belt, grab her tender ass, and hoist her up like she’s my little girl. Her body is wrapped around me like I’m the only tree in a storm and she’s gotta hang on to survive. I stroke my fingers down her spine and kiss her hair.
“Good girl. I’ve got you.”
She sobs louder and hugs me tighter. I bounce her like she’s a toddler, gently and in a soothing manner, as I pace around the living room. I catch Stormy and Filter peeking in, but they don’t come inside.
“I know you have me painted as a bad guy, and I am, but I don’t enjoy spanking,” I grumble. “I’d rather you behave. Then I don’t have to remind you that you’re not the boss around here.”
“I was just having fun,” she whines tearfully. “I was dancing.”
“Half naked.”
“I’m not half naked,” she growls.
I pat her bottom again, and then run my finger along the hem of her shorts. “Your ass was hanging out.”
She shivers. “No one was looking.”
I roll my eyes. “PG, everyone was looking.”
“So? Why do you care?”
“Because you’re not theirs to look at.”
“What? I’m yours?”
“Not like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re mine to fuck. But you’re not. I’m just looking after you, PG.”
She pulls away slightly to regard me with her messy, teary face. Her brown eyes flash with anger. “Maybe I don’t need to be looked after.”
“Had I not intervened when I did, Dragon would have been on you. Sure, he’s got a pretty face, but you do not want to taunt that man. He would devour you.”
“Maybe I wanted to be devoured by him.”
“You’re too young.”
“To fuck?”
My nostrils flare. “Yes.”
“I fucked Junior plenty of times. Probably would have fucked his dad too.”
Her words make fire burn through me again. “What the fuck did you say?”
“Magna. I already sucked his dick.” She shrugs. “He would’ve eventually fucked me.”
I snag her jaw in my grip, staring at the young girl with the sassy mouth of an old lady. “Now you’re taunting me.”
Her brow hikes up. “Why do you care who I fuck?”
“Because you’re not old enough.”
“I’m not your daughter. I can fuck whoever the hell I want.”
“No,” I growl, biting my fingers into her jaw. “You fucking can’t. When you’re here, you will fuck no one. If you want to fuck again one day, I suggest you tell me who the hell your dad is so I can send you on your goddamn way, brat.”
I release her jaw to grab her shorts, pulling them up her ass crack. I smack her ass cheek hard, reveling in the surprised wail that escapes her. Her thighs clench around my waist.
“Keep talking,” I warn. “I’ll whip your ass all night if I have to.”
Her bottom lip wobbles and tears pool in her brown eyes. I’m thrust back to the night when Blaire stared at me with teary eyes silently pleading for me to save her from the bad man. Just like this. Except Hadley needs saving from herself. Once again, I pull her to my chest and stroke my fingers through her hair.