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)
I scowl at her. I’d been pissed when I woke up in bed with her. My dreams last night had been confusing. A memory rather. Me rushing to Blaire when she was little. She’d cried after a nightmare. Then, somehow, I was living my memory but with Hadley.
“Koyn.” She lets go of my neck to slide down my body, her pussy rubbing right against my dick. To my horror, it hardens.
Wickedness gleams in her eyes as she looks up at me. I drop my stare from her eyes to her smiling mouth to her perky tits.
Fuck.
My dick strains in my jeans. I grip her ass, glaring at her.
“What in the hell are you doing?” I demand.
“Feeling you.”
I close my eyes and grit my teeth. “Stop.”
“But you don’t want me to,” she taunts, working her body along my now achingly hard cock.
She slides her legs down and then her hands are at my button of my jeans. Unsnapping and unzipping. I shake away my lust-filled daze, coming to terms with what’s happening.
Fuck no.
I seize her neck, pushing her against the tile wall. My leg presses between hers and I pin her with my body. “You think you can play me?”
Her eyes widen. “W-What? No.”
“Two days ago, you were in love with that piece of shit’s son. Now you’re ready to fuck me?”
“I’m not—”
“You’re rubbing on me like a cat in heat. Is that what you want? For me to dick you into submission? Will that make you fucking behave?”
“You’re being an ass—”
I grip her throat tighter, cutting her off mid-sentence, and lean in to her ear. “We’re not going to fuck. You’re not going to escape. What you are going to do is wash your body, put some fucking clothes on, and stay out of trouble.”
Releasing her, I step back to sneer at her. My eyes, of their own accord, flit down to her tits and then down her smooth, taut stomach to her tiny scrap of her white bikini bottoms. This girl is trouble.
Before I can leave, she swings at me, her palm cracking against my cheek. Anger explodes through me. I grab her by her hair, twist her around to face the wall, and then I yank down her bottoms, baring her ass to me.
Smack!
She cries out, her ass clenching after the first hit. I don’t relent and lay into her, spanking her over and over until my hand goes numb. Her choked sob has me jerking away from her, shaking away my daze. My dick is hard as fuck in my jeans and I fixate on her bright red ass. Tight, curvaceous, small.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
She turns just her head and looks at me. Sad and broken and ashamed. Goddammit.
Blaire.
Blaire.
Not Blaire.
“Hadley,” I grind out to remind myself this girl isn’t my daughter.
Her face crumples as she bursts into tears. Everything in me screams to run away from her. And yet, I go right into the role of daddy.
“Oh, honey, come here.”
She throws herself into my arms, clinging to my soaked clothes. I kiss her hair and whisper apologies. I fucked up. I spanked her too hard. Too many times. And then I’d gotten aroused over it. I’m a fucking mess.
I shut off the water and walk her out of the shower. Quickly I grab a large towel to wrap her up in. I kiss the top of her head before stripping out of my cut and shirt. Her eyes are lowered and tears continue to fall. Since she’s not looking, I peel off the rest of my clothes and stride naked into my bedroom. I throw on some sweats and grab a T-shirt for her. She’s still in the same spot I left her. Shivering and feeling sorry for herself.
Tugging the towel away, I bare her to me so I can pull the shirt over her head. It falls all the way down to her knees. It makes her look so young. So helpless. Like she’s a little girl, I scoop her into my arms.
My bed is huge.
But no one has ever been in it but me.
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t fuck from time to time to release tension, but I don’t form any bonds or connections with the opposite sex. The pain from losing my wife is still raw as fuck. No one’s been in this bed.
And yet I climb onto it, setting Hadley right in the middle. She seems so small. So lost. So fucking lonely. It makes me want to wrap myself around her and keep her safe. I know it’s fucked up. I know I’m projecting my daughter onto her, but for the life of me, I can’t bring it in me to care.
“Let’s get you warm.” My voice is low and gravelly.
She slides her long, slender legs under the covers and cuts her eyes my way. Gone is the taunting, sassy girl. This one is vulnerable and scared. I get beneath the blankets with her and tug them up over us.