“I’m not going to bed.”

  “No?”

  She stands up and steps closer, hesitating. I have to look down to meet her eyes.

  “I don’t want to sleep alone,” Briony says. She licks her lip. “I’ve always been alone.”

  My cock jerks in my pants as I touch Briony’s neck, feeling her pulse under my fingers. Her velvet skin is warm. I can’t control my dark urges, and my blood runs hotter than I’ve ever felt. The sight of her blush makes my cock harder.

  I run my other thumb over her eyebrow. Then I’m pressing my mouth to hers, sucking down her breaths. With my hand around her neck, I can feel the moaning vibrations in her throat as our tongues slip together. I want to taste her. I want everything.

  Pulling back, I hold her face. With all my will, I summon the last bit of self-control I have left. “Stop tempting me, little girl.”

  “Do it again,” Briony whispers, innocent and sweet, but her voice is slurred with desire as well. “I liked it.”

  I kiss her harder and rougher, prying her lips apart and rolling my tongue around her mouth. My cock wants to own her.

  I carry her to the bedroom and lay her on the bed. Getting on top, I stroke the soft skin of her cheek, and every muscle in my body tenses. Briony blushes bright pink as she rubs into my palm.

  “Thank you for saving me, Vincent.”

  Is that what I’ve done? Or did I just ruin her life and mine? It doesn’t matter now. Nothing matters now.

  “Lie back, baby girl.” The words come out of me thick and heavy. A beast takes over. “You’re mine.”

  I yank her shorts off and see her white panties. The sight sends me over the edge, and I’m tugging at my belt, unzipping my pants, pulling out my hard cock and stroking furiously. Her eyes are glued to my erection.

  “Has anyone touched you before?” I growl.

  “N-No,” she says in a tiny voice. “Never.”

  I grit my teeth and hook my thumbs through the waistband of her panties, pulling them lower and lower, until they’re off her ankles. My eyes snap to her pussy, pink and glistening. I run a finger up her smooth slit to feel the bump of her clit.

  Briony lets out a gasp, her legs spreading wide.

  Stroking myself faster, I strum her clit until it pokes up and she moans. Cum leaks out of my cock, and red lust hammers my head, filling me with twisted, filthy thoughts.

  “This little pussy belongs to me.”

  “Yes, Daddy.” She gasps and holds her mouth.

  I lean down next to her ear, stroking my cock at her virgin cunt. “Call me Daddy all you want.”

  “Oh God.”

  My balls are boiling and I need to release. “Hold your ankles for me so I can see your pretty pussy when I cum on it.”

  Briony whimpers as she brings her legs up, grabbing her ankles, her wet cunt open and sticky. I fight the urge to plunge into her now, but I know she’s not ready. I don’t want to hurt her. I don’t want her first time to be like this. But I have to mark her, so I grip my cock and stroke until my cum splatters her pussy lips. I’m not nearly done with my girl. She sucks in a breath as I kiss her throat.

  I squeeze her breasts as I undress, and Briony’s eyes wander over my packed torso, her face glowing fierce pink. Her hand slides down my abs to the furrow in my hip muscles.

  “Oh my,” she murmurs.

  That curious little gasp makes my cock leak more. I pull off her top and bra, and the feel of her tits has me shaking.

  I turn off the lights so I can at least pretend I’m only helping her sleep. Then I hold her body from behind, letting her softness mold to my hard frame. Reaching between her thighs, I find her clit again and roll my fingers over that delicate nub. My cock hardens in no time, bending against her plump little ass.

  “Cum for me,” I growl.

  Her pussy flutters on my fingers as she thrashes against my hold, her hot juices coating my hand. Briony lets out a soft moan as she shudders with orgasm.

  “Good girl.”

  “Don’t leave me, Vincent.”

  “I won’t. Close your eyes, baby.”

  My cock is rock hard, and I have to release again or I’ll go insane. With my tip in the cleft of her ass, I stroke myself until cum runs up my shaft to splatter her hot skin. Briony whimpers a sigh. I hold her until her breathing evens, and when I know she’s asleep, I fall into a dreamless rest.

  The next morning, I wake up early and ease out of bed. A pang of shame hits me when I see Briony still sleeping. I acted like an animal, and there’s no fucking excuse. I kiss her silky hair and pull the covers over her shoulders. Dressing quickly, I check my phone. No texts from Janice or anyone. No calls from Garnet.

  He’s planning something.

  In the hallway, I spot Mia licking her paws.

  “Keep her safe,” I tell the cat.

  Meow. She shows me her fangs.

  “Yeah, you too.”

  The faucet and shower in the bathroom still don’t work. I put on some workout clothes, whatever I can find in the closet, and leave my condo to speak with the building manager in the lobby. I use my charm and make a few threats. The man says water will be restored very soon.

  I go outside and jog to a coffee place two blocks away. Waiting in line, I look up Amelia’s old lawyer on my phone. Diane Frankel prepared Amelia’s will, so she must know what the hell’s going on. Diane has a posh office in D.C. Maybe she’s working for Garnet. Maybe not. Either way, we’ll visit her as soon as Briony feels better.

  When I get back to my condo, Briony’s gone. I check in every room before I shout her name. That bottle of Campbell’s pills is on the kitchen counter. Briony should’ve taken one when she woke up, or the fever may return.

  “Briony!”

  The only answer is a meow from Mia.

  I rush to my balcony that faces the inner courtyard. Briony’s all alone in the pool below scrubbing her hair. There’s no lifeguard. From the balcony, she looks naked. I feel a twinge of anger that anyone can look out their window and see her nude. Anyone can see what belongs to me.

  When I reach the pool, she’s lathering shampoo in her hair.

  “Hey, where’d you go?”

  “Coffee. Get out of there.”

  Briony doesn’t move, buried to her neck in water, but I can see now she’s wearing bra and panties at least. Her beat-up backpack with the pink stickers sits on a lounge chair nearby.

  “Why?” she says.

  “That’s a goddamn pool, Briony. The water’s chlorinated. Get out. The shower’s fixed in my condo.”

  “Let me wash off the shampoo first.”

  I stick my hands in my pockets, my dick growing hard at the sight of her massaging her hair and taking her sweet time.

  “People can see you,” I growl.

  Briony rolls her eyes, all haughty. “So? You left me alone in bed, Vincent. I had to help myself.”

  This must be her spoiled, bratty side, or she’s trying to make me jealous. Teasing me, pushing my buttons. My cock throbs under my running pants. “Get out now or I’m coming in after you.”

  She scoffs. I’ve had enough and scoop her out of the pool with one arm. She squeals before I grab her by the waist, holding her against my body, and I know she can feel how hard my cock is.

  “Behave.”

  Briony chews her lip. I grab her backpack and take her hand, leading her to the elevator. When we get back to my condo, I take her straight to the bathroom and turn on the shower. She gasps as I pull down her soaked panties and bra.

  “Did you take your pill this morning?”

  “N-No.”

  “Do you want the fever back?”

  She shakes her head.

  I stomp to the kitchen and return with one tablet and a glass of water. I watch as she downs it, then I take the glass and put it on the counter. My eyes drink her in. Her hair’s still soapy, her nipples puff out, and her pussy is flushed. I cup between her thighs and feel the warm slickness there, and I know it’s not water.

  “Get in the shower, Briony.”

  She gulps and obeys.

  I shed my clothes and follow her, my hard cock swaying between us. Holding her hips, I kneel and bring my mouth to her slit. Briony lets out a tiny moan, and she squirms as my tongue splits her wet pussy. I give in to my hunger, tasting her sweet juices before I seal my lips on her swollen little clit.

  Briony clutches my hair as I bring her to orgasm. When she cums, I stick my tongue deep to feel her walls ripple, more of her cream squirting into my mouth. I stand up and glare at her.

  “Is that what you wanted?” I ask.

  She’s still catching her breath, steam swirling around us.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  Briony glances at my cock again. She licks her lips. “Yes, Daddy.”

  “We’re going to stay in bed today, little girl. I’m not leaving you again.” I growl in her ear, “I’m going to make you cum until you can’t anymore. We’re going to work this out of our systems.”

  I pinch her hot swollen clit as I speak, and I tip her chin up with my other hand, forcing her to look at me. “Understand?”

  “Oh God, yes.”

  “You’re mine.” I reach around and slap her ass. “Mine.”

  She yelps before I muffle her with my mouth.

  After the shower, I carry her to my bed and toss her on the sheets. I straddle her and push my cock into her heat, just the tip, without breaking her virginity.

  I stroke my shaft as Briony twists her hands in the sheets, and her moans make my balls curl up. Right before I cum, I stretch her cunt open with my fingers before I shoot my load down her pink hole. Briony cries out, shaking and writhing, arching off the bed into my arms.

  I hold her until she stops shaking, my cock pressed against her folds. It’s not long before I get hard again at the feel of her soft body and smooth skin, her tight little pussy swollen and red.

  “Put it in me,” she begs, sobbing and clawing at my shoulders. “Please, Daddy.”

  She’s losing her mind, and I’m damn near close to losing mine. “No, baby. You earn Daddy’s cock. You’ve been a bad little girl and you’ll have to wait.”

  Briony’s eyes fly open. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

  I rut between her thighs, my erection rubbing under her cunt lips while she squirms.

  The truth is I want her safe first. I want the danger past, and I want to make her mine without a cloud hanging over our heads. I want her first time to be fucking perfect. Twisting her nipples, I grind my shaft against her clit.

  Then I move down below to give her my tongue, because the temptation to shove my cock into her hot creamy pussy is too great. Plenty of ways I can make her cum. Plenty of ways she can please her new Daddy. I’ll take my time tasting her warm honey.

  “Look at me,” I say as she comes off a third orgasm with my mouth on her clit. I lean back, my tongue trailing a strand of her girl cum.

  “Don’t stop,” she moans. Her body writhes as she clutches my hair.

  I slap her cunt. “Briony, look at me.”

  She jerks up, her whole body trembling. “Ow!”

  “Did that hurt?”

  Her breathing is ragged, and she shakes her head. “Do it again, Daddy.”

  I spank her little pussy until her juices flick up with every slap. She’s so wet she’s soaking the sheets under her ass.

  “Yes!” she screams, bucking against my hand.

  “That’s enough,” I growl. “I need some attention too, little girl. You’re going to suck my cock.”

  Briony’s breathless as she gets to her knees. “Teach me, Daddy.”

  I spend the whole day and night teaching Briony that and more. And I make sure my baby girl cums her heart out while she learns.

  Chapter Six

  Briony

  Sunlight slants through the windows when I open my eyes. Vincent’s sitting at a desk reading a stack of papers.

  He’s shirtless, the muscles of his abs crunched into ridges that make me blush. Memories of yesterday rush through me in a hot flood. I’ve never been in bed with anyone. Never had sex. I’ve never seen a penis before, but I can remember every detail of Vincent’s massive cock, that animal growl as he came on my most intimate place.

  I called him Daddy.

  And he called me his little girl.

  Heat blazes in my face as I sit up and hold the bed sheet around my chest.

  Vincent raises his eyes, concerned. He walks over and touches my forehead. “How do you feel?”

  “Okay, I think.”

  He hands me a glass of water and a pill his doctor friend prescribed. “Get this down.”

  “Really, I’m fine.”

  “The fever could come back, Bri. Take it. It’s a precaution.”

  “Bri?”

  “That’s my pet name for you.”

  “Oh I’m your pet now? Mia will be jealous. Where is she?”

  “Sleeping in my kitchen. Eat and sleep, all she does.”

  Neither of us speaks as I gulp the water. I let the sheet slip off my chest, and Vincent glances at my breasts. Blushing, I tuck a wisp of hair behind my ear. Then I see his suit jacket draped over the foot of the bed. Resting on top is the gun he picked up from that big man, Teague. I shudder, and Vincent sits back at the desk.

  “What were you reading?” I ask.

  “Your mother’s will, the version Garnet gave me. And her letter you found.”

  “See anything new?”

  “No. We have to speak with Diane Frankel. Today, if you’re up for it. Sure you’re okay?”

  “I’m fine.”

  Vincent hands me my clothes, smiling.

  “You’re more handsome when you smile.”

  He cringes a bit. “You can smile for both of us, Briony.”

  “Can I ask you a question?”

  Vincent sits at the bedside massaging my foot. “Anything.”

  “How do you know Uncle Garnet?”

  “It’s a long story.”

  “Try me.”

  He looks at me for a while before he nods. “My parents were drug addicts, Briony. My father started in college. My mother picked up the habit from him. Heroin and cocaine. Nothing else would do. By the time I was born they got high every other day. I had a big sister, Victoria. She died when I was eight, overdosed on my old man’s syringe. We were close and I didn’t handle it well. By the time I turned thirteen, I was pretty close to the edge myself.”

  “You did drugs?”

  Vincent’s eyes grow distant. “I did everything but drugs. I shoplifted, I broke into homes, I hurt people. Got hurt too. I fought kids bigger than me. I forgot what fear was. Then one day, I saw a rich man getting out of a fancy car downtown. He had two bodyguards with him. I ran out and grabbed that man’s wallet. His bodyguards chased me down, but I had luck on my side. Luck or fate. I beat the shit out of one and had the other in a chokehold. But the rich man pulled a gun on me. He didn’t shoot though. That man was your uncle, Briony. I suppose he saw something in that scrawny teenager. I’m grateful. He could’ve had me arrested, but he gave me a job instead. From then on, I spent more time with him than my real family. Learning. Growing.”

  “So . . . he was like a father to you?”

  “No. I wouldn’t say that.”

  I hold my elbows. “Sorry I asked.”

  “It’s the past. Ancient history.”

  “Not that ancient. You’re only thirty-two.”

  Vincent smiles and plants a kiss on my head. I feel his hand on my breast, squeezing gently as heat pools between my thighs. Clinging to him, I touch the hard muscles of his middle before he pulls away.

  “Get dressed, Briony. We have to leave soon.”

  I put on my bra, then my top. “Um, where are my panties?”

  Vincent growls. “I’ll buy you some new underwear on our way to Diane’s office.”

  “What’d you do with them?”

  “I got up early. You were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you.”

  He points at my panties on the nightstand, and I pick them up. They’re soaked, still warm with his male scent. My face burns when I realize what he did. I picture Vincent stroking his cock with my panties, and heat rises in my belly.

  I try to look mad. “How many times did you jerk off in them?”

  “Twice.”

  “You’re so dirty.”

  He kisses me. “Sorry.”

  As Vincent watches, I pull them on, letting his cum smear over my crotch and buttocks. I get up, my hips swaying, and I reach for my shorts. “I don’t mind.”

  Vincent grabs my wrist. “Not yet.”

  “You just said we had to leave—”

  “I know what I said.” The animal rasp returns to his voice, and the hard shape in his pants prods my belly. “You think you can tease me like that and walk away? Show me your pussy.”

  With the way he snarls, the demanding tone of his voice and that crude command, Vincent is like a different man. My heart pushes to my throat, and the throbbing between my thighs sharpens unbearably. I pull my panties to my knees and stand straight as Vincent rubs my clit.

  He pulls out his hard cock, thick and veined, as gorgeous as I remember from yesterday. Holding himself at my entrance, he puts my small hands on his shaft and orders me to stroke. Oh God. I can’t close my fingers around him. He’s hot to the touch, and clear liquid seeps out of his tip as I stroke up and down, and I use his cum to work up a soapy lather.

  Vincent pushes the underside of his thick cock right against my clit before he shudders, coming over my folds. He pulls my panties up and kisses me hard.

  “I love you,” he growls.

  My heart is still pounding as he strokes my hair. A long time passes before my body calms, his words an echo in my ears.

  Vincent is tense as he parks on the street. He’s wearing his gray suit again, complete with pocket square. No tie, shirt open two buttons down. He pays the parking meter before he gets back in the car and puts his gun in the glove box. We’re in front of Diane Frankel’s office building, a highrise in downtown D.C.

  He hands me a pair of sunglasses. “Wear this until we get to her office. We don’t need to attract any attention.”

 

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