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I know she has daddy issues, and maybe that’s what this is.

She stops and turns, staring at me, daring me, and with every piece of strength and willpower I can muster, I force my feet to move until I’m standing outside in the rain, letting it hammer over me to cool the fire alight on my skin.

The glimpse of destruction on her face as I left caught my eye and if I could, I would kick my own ass.

I didn’t want to be with her because I didn’t want to hurt her, but I’m fucking hurting her anyway.

My dick sulks the entire way home, causing a pain in my balls.

Tossing shit around in the house does nothing to tame the anger and lust inside me fighting for control. Why am I torturing us both?

I can’t believe I managed to leave that bar with her still inside looking at me with pleading eyes and need lacing her words.

My body still hums with the electricity pumping through my veins.

If I stayed, we would have crossed a boundary we could never come back from. If I taste her once, I know she’ll become like a drug to me—a remedy to escape into. She’s already emotional and falling for me—I can feel it with every touch, every word spoken from her.

And I can’t deny how much I’m falling for her.

I don’t know why she would give herself to a man like me.

I’m not an asshole.

I was nice to the people I gave a shit about, but doesn’t she know the nicer I am in public, the filthier I am in the bedroom?

Focusing on anything else is going to be impossible.

I want her so fucking much, it’s becoming an obsession.

Rain hammers against the windows, reminding me of the day I first met her—the feeling in my chest, in the marrow of my bones when she looked up at me through the curtain of her hair.

It was like a humming from my soul waking up.

I need a drink.

Going to the cupboard to grab a glass, my feet halt when a figure outside catches my attention.

Standing on the pathway up to the house is Misty, drenched and clenching her fists. She is so stubborn.

She’s not going to let me be a good person.

She’s not going to stop pursuing this thing between us.

And I don’t think I could cope if she did.

I gave staying away from her a good enough try, though.

Fuck this.
Racing to the door, I swing it wide open and stare down at her.

Her shoulders shrug as water cascades down her body.

“Don’t speak, don’t try giving me reasons not to want this—to want you. Don’t assume I can’t handle your kind of fucking,” she mutters in a deep, soulful tone, causing my cock to strain painfully for release.

“All I want you to do is strip me bare, bite my neck, yank my hair, and fuck me until I’m a quivering mess.” She draws out her words and I almost come without even touching her.

“I don’t want to think about the consequences or what will come after, I just want you to use me tonight—make me yours for tonight.”

I’ve had her so fucking wrong this whole time.

I thought she would want love making, but there’s a siren inside her screaming to rip free and I want to let her loose.

Barefoot and shirtless, my feet carry me to her.

The cold rain soaks my skin, but I don’t give a fuck.

She runs the last couple steps and throws herself into me, wrapping her legs around my waist.

Our mouths crash together, tongues dueling as I grip and squeeze her ass in my palms.

Carrying her up the stairs, I kick the door closed with one foot and pin her against the nearest wall before grinding my cock into her.

“I’m wet.”

“Fuck, I bet you are. I want to feel how wet all over my cock.”

Her gasp is smothered by my mouth and she pulls back, breathing heavy.

“I meant from the rain.”

My eyes scan over her face. “Do you want to get dry?”

Is she serious? I just want to fuck her—wet, dry, I don’t give a shit.

“Take me to your shower.”
That will work.

Grinning, I grip onto her and make my way down the hall, but the sound of the doorbell has me turning.

“Ignore it,” I say what she’s thinking and she lowers her lips to mine, tasting me.

The bell rings again and Parker’s urgent voice penetrates the wood.

“What the hell?” I groan, lowering Misty to her feet.

I march to the door and pull it open. “This better be good.”

“It’s Lucky,” she stammers, out of breath.

“What about him?” I ask, but she’s already halfway down the path toward her car, waving for me to follow.

“Someone tried to break in. He caught them and has them at the shop.”

Fucking perfect.

“Stay here,” I demand to Misty while pulling on my boots and a shirt.

If this little asshole gives me trouble, I don’t want Misty in the crossfire.

“I told him to call Jude, but he made me come get you.”

Because Lucky knows I’d want this little prick to learn a lesson for thinking he could get away with touching my property.

He will be an example for anyone else who has the same notion in their head. Everyone knows what I’m capable of.

It took a long time for the locals to return to the bar once everything happened with Ten’s uncle.

This is one brave fucker.

Jumping in the car, my knee bounces with built up energy.

“Do you know who it is?”

“It’s William Derby. He was in the bar tonight and got really drunk. I should have cut him off,” she says, sounding anxious.

Her hands grip the steering wheel like she’s afraid it’s going to fly off if she doesn’t hold it tight enough.

“It’s not your fault, Parker.” Her eyes dart to me and then the road.

“What were you even doing there? Didn’t Misty close up earlier?” I ask, even though I know she did because I was there.

“I was, um…” she fidgets, “I was with Lucky.”

“When he tried to break in? Didn’t he see the lights on?” Doesn’t make sense unless he was just really drunk and thought the shop was open.

“We moved to the rec room, in the bar.”

I don’t push her any further.

She’s clearly uncomfortable talking about it.

As soon as she pulls up to the bar, I jump out of the car and race through to the shop, finding Lucky straddling a man on the floor.

This William cunt is very vocal and doesn’t appear as intoxicated as Parker thought.

I nod for Lucky to let him up.

“Yeah, get the hell off me, you fucking piece of shit,” he bellows.

“Parker, go call Jude,” I instruct while pointing to the door, letting her know I don’t want her in here.

She quickly shuffles out.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” I ask him, confusion genuine in my tone.

“Fuck you.” He spits phlegm at me and my fist connects with his jaw, lifting him clear off his feet.

His body slumps to the floor with a
thud
.

“Argh, you motherfucker. You broke my jaw.”

Leaning over him, I grab his jaw in my grasp and he yelps.

“You wouldn’t be talking if I broke your jaw, you idiot.”

“I wasn’t going to mess the place up, just take the cash from the register.”

“What makes you think we leave money in the register?”

“I saw that guy counting the money and then getting distracted with that whore from the bar.”

“You little cunt,” Lucky barks, but I hold my hand up to stop him from attacking. Releasing the fucker’s face, I punch him again in the jaw, adding my strength this time and relishing in the crunch.

“Now, it’s broken.” I stand over him, watching as he tries to get to his feet but only ends up on all fours like a dog.

“Shame it took breaking your hand to teach you a lesson.

Don’t be so fucking foolish in the future.”

“You mean his jaw?” Lucky inquires.

Shaking my head at him in irritation, I lift my foot and bring it down on William’s hand, repeating until he’s a drooling mess and I hear the crack of the bone.

Rolling my head over my shoulders, I point my finger at Lucky.

“Was that door even locked before you snuck off to get your cock wet?”

He looks down at his feet.

“You fucking idiot, do I need to teach you a lesson?”

“No.”

“I’m disappointed.” I don’t add anything else before I leave him standing there with scrunched eyebrows and a pouty lip.

Jude’s car pulls up as I exit the shop. Rushing to get out, he leaves the engine running as his eyes look me over and then to the shop door behind my back.

“What happened? Parker said you had a break in?”

Pointing behind me, I nod my head.

“Some prick broke his hand and face trying to get in.”

Sighing, his posture relaxes as he rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

“Where the hell you going?” he demands as I jump in Lucky’s truck knowing I’ll find the keys under the visor.

“Home.” I leave it at that and take off.

Lucky can deal with the rest of that shit, all I want is to get back to Misty.

When I get back, I find her in the kitchen.

Standing from the chair she was sitting in, she gestures to the stove.

“I was going to make something to eat, but I thought you could just eat me.” She bites her lip and we’re right where we left off.

Lucky really is lucky.

If he’d ruined this for us, I would have tattooed a set of blue balls on his forehead.

Licking my lips and feasting on her with my eyes, I’m solidified in the doorway of the kitchen, gaping at her.

I think about how I want to do everything to her and for the first time in my life, I don’t know where to start.

She slowly moves toward me as her tongue swipes out to wet her thick lips.

I want to bite them.

“Take your clothes off. I want to see you,” she tells me.

That’s usually my line, but fuck it.

I keep her eyes locked in my sexually charged gaze and move further into the room as I pull the tee over my head and drop it to the floor.

Moving my hands to the belt buckle containing the beast, I swallow the saliva filling my mouth.

With a flick of the wrist, I have the buttons popping open and my jeans dropping to the floor.

I’m not wearing boxers, so my cock springs free and points directly at her pussy like it’s a heat-seeking missile.

Fuck
.

I bet she’s hot, and fucking tight.

“I want to taste you,” she moans, her cheeks flushed and eyes burning with desire.

Placing my cock in my hand, I give a couple firm strokes before nodding for her to come closer.

Her eyes lower to watch my actions before she drops to her knees and takes me into her dainty hand.

Her fist can’t even close around my girth and that gives me a sense of satisfaction.

I’m big in the dick department and she’s going to learn to take every fucking inch of me.

As her hand begins moving up and down my shaft, her eyes rise to look up at me, and it takes all my concentration not to shower her face in cum.

Her lips part and my thumb moves to her bottom lip, stroking over it and then pushing inside her mouth.

Her hot, soft tongue surrounds it, sucking hard.

Pulling out and grasping her cheek with the palm of my hand, I guide her to my cock.

She greedily accepts me, surprising the shit out of me.

I thought she’d be worried about it choking her, but no—she slurps from the base to the tip, swirling and twirling her flexible tongue over the head, causing my knees to weaken.

My hands get lost in her hair as I clutch her head for support.

She takes me into her mouth, sucking me, massaging my shaft with expert strokes.

Her hand covers what her throat can’t handle, a firm grip caressing.

Her other hand finds my balls and gently squeezes.

Little mewling noises come from her as she picks up her tempo, working my cock like it’s a popsicle and she’s dying of thirst.

A profound welling of pressure begins building deep within me, a tingling radiating up my spine.

Electricity bursts through my feet and legs, building up to my cock as my body contracts and my dick spasms, pushing forth a release of pleasure so intense, my entire body shakes from the force of it.

Thick ribbons of cum spurt into her mouth and my body relaxes.

The gentle ache seeps in my balls and all I want to do is repay her in orgasms of her own. The rush of hormones flooding my system leaves me feeling hazy, like I could sleep for a week, but sleep will have to wait.

Grabbing her under the arms, I bring her to her feet and then gently guide her up over my body.

“My turn,” I whisper against her lips, licking out to taste myself on her tongue. Frenzied, she laps at my tongue, feeding her need.

Her hands clasp around my shoulders and her little body grinds on me to find relief.

Placing her ass on the counter, I force her to lay back until her body is flat against the surface.

My hands tackle her jean shorts, ripping them from her body.

Her panties are white cotton and that brings out the animal inside me.

She yanks her top off, leaving her in just a purple bra with a scrap of lace holding her in. Leaning into her, I inhale the scent of her lust.