“What did Chad want?”
Shaking my head, I shrugged my shoulders before turning to look back out over the beach. “To let me know he is coming to town, and he wants to see me because he misses me.”
“He misses you?” she said in a little too much of a negative tone. As if missing me was something impossible for Chad to do.
“Yeah.” I turned back to look at her, and she took on a defensive stance, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head.
“Don’t do it, Becca,” she said firmly. “He hurt you before. Are you really going to let him do that to you again? I think you should stay away from him. It’s obvious some other girl is claiming him now.”
Her words hurt me, and I didn’t understand why she didn’t think before she opened her mouth. “Wow, thanks for that, Tally.”
“Look,” she replied, letting out a heavy breath, “I’m sorry. I just don’t want to see you hurt. You’re my bestie, girl. You deserve better than him.”
I knew she was just looking out for me, and perhaps she was right.
I deserved better, but even that notion made me feel sick. Especially since her dad had taken a liking to me, and I was loving every bit of the attention he gave.
Even if I would not make it easy for him.
“You’re right. Why don’t we go get drinks and forget about Chad?” I laughed, causing her to take my arm as we headed towards the table.
I wasn’t a drinker, but after that conversation, I definitely needed something.
*****
Hours later, we stumbled back through the door of Tally’s home with laughter echoing around us. I wasn’t sure if her father was home, but we both had been drinking and neither one of us cared.
“Oh, my god, Becca. That was so much fun tonight!” she squealed as I helped her up the stairs towards her room.
“Yeah, it was. Now, let’s get you to your room and to bed.”
“Oh, my bed!” she squealed again as we reached the top floor and entered her room.
After a few moments of getting her undressed and into bed, I proceeded to my room to get undressed. I desperately needed to get changed, and then perhaps get something to eat.
The alcohol in my system wasn’t as bad as Tally’s, but food and hydration was definitely required if I didn’t want to be hung over the next day.
Slipping on a red night dress that stopped mid thigh, I undid my hair and let it cascade down my back as I left my room and tiptoed down the stairs towards the kitchen.
The lights were completely off, and the darkened rooms made it hard to navigate. But it was honestly better than waking James.
The last thing I wanted to deal with was James. He had been swirling through my mind since the moment I got here, and after everything he had done to me, I wanted more.
I wanted every last drop of him, and with the alcohol in my system, there was no way I could play this game of hard to get.
I would more than willingly submit to him.
Before my feet hit the tile again, I felt a rush of wind, then a hand wrapped around my waist as another came across my mouth.
Screaming out in fear and panic, I flailed against the body, trying to break free with no luck. Whoever it was had a firm hold on me, and the last thing I wanted to do was die.
Yet, as a breath ran over my ear and neck, I couldn’t help but feel turned on.
“I told you we would finish this later,” the voice whispered. “I have been waiting for you since the moment you left, and I can’t wait to make you scream again.”
I knew that voice anywhere, and it was one I thought of often as well.
Most girls would have been afraid in my situation. Being grabbed in the darkness by an unknown man, ready to be used for his pleasure. I knew that voice though. I knew that deep, earthy scent that wrapped around me, constantly driving me crazy.
It was James. A sinful daddy that made me want to do so many bad things. The only problem was, I couldn’t let him know that. I couldn’t allow myself to be the fish that took the bait.
Running my tongue across my bottom lip, I bit down and smiled. I hadn’t expected him to act like this, but the current situation was overly stimulating.
Melting into his body, I pressed my thighs together as he held me against him. The friction of my arousal came quickly, and I was hoping he would unleash it.
I was hoping he would make me scream for him once more.
“What are you doing, Mr. Valentino?” I said breathlessly as his hand slid over the front of my chest, slowly groping at the firm mounds of my chest.
“How many times do I have to tell you to not call me that?” he said sternly as he gripped my jaw and forced a kiss to my lips. A kiss that was nothing gentle and screamed at a more primal nature.
His kinks were evident, and everything I was beginning to like.
“You didn’t answer my question,” I snapped with a smirk upon my face. “Cat got your tongue?”
Laughter escaped him as he slid his fingers down between my thighs. “Oh, the taste of that tight pussy is still on my tongue, and your words this morning have been on my mind all day long.”
Gasping as his fingers brushed rough circles against my clit, I tried to hold myself together.
“What words were those?” I asked playfully.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
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