Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Her eyes narrow, the green just a thin halo around the dark pupils as she sets her jaw, her taut little nipples poking at the thin fabric of her dress, making me salivate.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that, Bijou. We both know you want to be my dirty girl.” My words echo in the cement confines of the garage.
The scent of exhaust and her cherry-pie hand cream swirl together as I lift her from the blankets and pillows. Her dress is filthy, caked with the same mud that’s flaking off her skin. Her bare arm is warm against my rough hand as I guide her to her feet, scanning the cement between here and the elevator for anything that could hurt her.
You’re carving your initials into her ass, but you’re worried she might stub her toe?
I slam the trunk, holding her to my side. I released my binding from her ankles, but her wrists are still wrapped with my tie. I imagine them braced on my chest after mounting her curvy body on my dick and making her ride me while I sip on hundred-year-old scotch, enjoying the view of my loose-lipped stepdaughter taking me raw and deep.
“Where are we?” she asks.
I answer with a frown and a shrug. “A garage.”
She’s lost some of her fire, but I’m sure it will come back. She is naïve but feisty, and it’s exactly those traits that have put us both in this situation.
“Home, Little Lamb,” I finally say, leading her by her upper arm toward my private elevator a few steps away.
Heat and possessiveness twine inside me as I press my palm to the control panel and the elevator dings, the doors opening with a soft whoosh. I lead her inside and spin us back to face the open doors. But before they slide shut, she releases a high-pitched shriek that rattles my fillings, but it only makes me harder.
I love the way her voice wraps around me and fills the air. I can’t wait to hear it when I’ve got her under me, filling her up, pumping my inches inside her, keeping her naked and bound as my little breeding mare.
I’ll roll onto her all night, taking her in positions that would put the Kama Sutra to shame. She’s mine, and soon her body will grow with the proof.
“Hey!” she yells, trying to tug out of my grip as one of the maintenance workers steps into view wearing coveralls and a hard hat carrying a bright yellow toolbox with Property of Moreno Industrial on the side. “Hey, over here!” She hops up and down on her bare, muddy feet, drawing his attention.
I rifle my arm around the back of her head, dragging her sassy ass back against me. My hand is clamped once again over her mouth, silencing her as the older man stalls mid-step, his gaze darting from me to Bijou.
I clear up the situation for him real fucking fast.
“Keep walking. My daughter. She’s in need of medical care.”
He offers an understanding nod. “I hope she gets the help she needs Mr. Moreno.”
Bijou tenses under my grip, her soft ass against the hard-on that’s thickening down my thigh, the scent of her arousal making me salivate.
“I assure you, she will.”
Another nod and the doors slide shut as I poke the single button on the panel marked with a ‘P’ and it whizzes upward, not stopping until we reach the fiftieth floor.
The elevator dings and stops, the doors sliding open, and I unclamp her mouth, leading her by the back of the neck inside the foyer of the residence I have occupied since I moved out of the home where we lived together for those formative years.
She fights her way out of my grip, or that’s what I let her think. She tears across the black marble floor to the other side of the five thousand square foot living room, a wall of windows behind her overlooking the windows of the city that glint and shimmer in the midday sun.
She skitters to an unsteady stop on her bare feet, knees slightly bent like a wrestler ready for the match to start. A single streak of mud up her cheek, flecked with a green grass stain, looks like warpaint as she blows a tendril of hair from her lips.
“What’s the play here, Little Lamb?” Watching her run, even that short distance, is only fueling the monster inside of me. “I like to play chase. You should know that by now. I’ve chased down bigger fish than you more times than I can count. Pretty sure you also know how that ended for them.”
“Why are you being such a lunatic? I told you already, I’ll retract what I said. Just let me go, I won’t say anything.”
“Of course you won't. That’s not an incentive.” I see her swallow. The little wheels in her head turning. The penthouse is a canvas of white except for the sleek, black floors. Perfect for defiling my soon-to-be wife. Teaching her what family loyalty means with a good hard fuck. “Next time you run, it better be more than across the room. I can’t wait to run your ass down and pin you in the dirt again. Fuck you right there in the mud like a brat. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Makes you wet thinking about it.”