Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
"Reasons like the fact that your uncle is a criminal kingpin," Jude states, cutting off another bite of egg. "Their enemies targeted you?"
I take the bite before answering. "My whole life, I've been one wrong move from ending up in the hands of their enemies. The summer before my senior year, one of the cartels got too close for comfort. I was tied up in the back of a van when Dimitri's best friend, Constantine, found me," I whisper, shivering at the memory. If he hadn't gotten there in time, God only knows where I would have ended up. I try not to think about it.
"Jesus," Jude breathes, shifting as if he intends to use his body to shield me from the memory. "I'm sorry, princess."
"Me too." I clear my throat and shake off the memory, refusing to dwell on it. It was a long time ago now and I'm safe. "It shook Dimitri up. He and Uncle Dante didn't want to risk the same thing happening again, so they sent me here. I was only supposed to be here until they dealt with the cartel responsible, but I fell in love with Silver Spoon Falls. I fell in love with being free."
"You've never had that before, have you?" he asks.
I shake my head. "I've been guarded my whole life. Here, I can go places by myself. I can have a job and friends and a life. I don't have to look over my shoulder every single day. I'm tired of being a prisoner in my own life, Jude. If I go back, that's what I'm going back to. And I know they mean well. I love them for loving me enough to want to keep me safe. But that isn't a life. That isn't living. Besides…" I trail off, not sure I'm ready to admit that I don't want to go back because he isn't there.
Is it too soon for that? It feels like we've been this forever, but in reality, it hasn't even been a full day. My heart has known him for eight months, but the rest of me is just catching up. Maybe I should let it catch up before I admit that I've been putting off returning because I'm obsessed with him.
"Besides what?" he asks, his eyes shifting across my face.
Maybe that's what I should do…but it's not what I'm going to do. He wants to be all over me every minute of the day. That means something. Maybe he doesn't feel the same way I do, but he feels something.
"You're here," I say shyly, staring at my lap.
"Fuck," he rumbles, setting my plate aside. It thumps on the counter. "Am I the reason you didn't flee town, baby doll?"
I nod, still focused on my lap. There's a loose stitch in the hem of my t-shirt where it rests against my right thigh. "I tried to drive out of town," I whisper. "I made it all the way to the Silver Spoon Falls sign, but then I couldn't go any farther." I swallow nervously. "I came here instead. I…I waited until all the lights went off and I slipped in through your window."
"How'd you know what window was mine, princess?" he growls, placing his hands on my thighs. I jump, startled at the sudden contact. He's not finished though. He pushes my t-shirt up to my hips, exposing my panties. "How did you know which window to climb through to get into daddy's bed?"
"I…don't know."
"Princess."
"I memorized it."
"Remember sleeping in your wet panties when you lied to me last night?" He runs his thumb across the seam of my panties, making me whimper. "Good girls don't lie, princess."
"Daddy."
"Tell me." He touches me again and I writhe on the countertop. Oh god, this torture is exquisite. The pressure is just hard enough for me to feel it, but not nearly hard enough to give me what I need. He does it again and then again. Until I sob in frustration.
"I've done it before!" I cry, my head thrown back as tremors wrack my body. "I crawled in through your window and slept in your bed when you weren't here." He lives in a gated community on the opposite side of town. Sometimes, when he's there, I come here. I can't help it. I need to be close to him. It's like a compulsion I can't resist.
"How many times?" he growls.
"Once."
He touches me again. Punishes me again.
"Daddy!"
"Tell me the truth, princess."
"T-three times." The lock on his window is broken. I should have told someone, but I didn't want anyone to know what I was doing. I didn't want anyone to stop me. So I kept my secret. I kept the one way I could be close to him. And I'm not sorry for it. I should be. If I were a good girl, I would be. But I'm not.