On our way back to his condo, we stop at a few upscale restaurants, the kind where you have to make reservations ahead of time. But we won’t be dining in. It’s not safe for me to show my face in public, Vincent says. He asks me what I want to eat each time we stop in a parking lot. I don’t answer. I hold my elbows and look out the car window. Finally, we try a steakhouse. Vincent goes in by himself and returns with grilled lobsters.

  “I’m allergic to lobsters,” I say. “It’s fine. You didn’t know.”

  He puts the lobsters in the backseat and goes back in and returns with filet mignon. “I know you’re not allergic to beef.”

  “I’m not hungry anymore,” I say sullenly.

  “Briony, look at me.”

  I won’t.

  He gets in the car and drives us on.

  Back in his condo, Vincent cuts my steak into thin strips and puts it on a plate. We’re sitting in the living room, bare except for a table and two chairs. Most of the food he ordered is untouched. His condo is enormous, but the lack of decorations makes it feel barren. Vincent fawns over me, wanting me to eat, his handsome features changing between concerned and annoyed.

  He’s paying so much attention to me, and I keep asking myself why. What’s so special about me other than my inheritance. I’m nothing. I’m not smart like Mom, and I was never good at anything. I’m not even that pretty come to think of it, and I don’t know how to be sexy like some of the girls at school who had boys wrapped around their fingers.

  Finally, he throws his fork down. “What the fuck do you want me to say, Briony?”

  I shrug, my mind oddly serene, but I can feel the hot storm boiling beneath, a scream building in my lungs. “I don’t know.”

  “Then eat your goddamn dinner.”

  “Why don’t you make me?” I say, jeering at him. “You already cut my steak. Feed it to me. Go ahead, Daddy. Feed your little girl.”

  Vincent shakes his head, standing, raking a hand through his hair. “I’m not your fucking father.”

  I grab my glass and throw the water on him. “You’re not anything!”

  Tears burn my eyes, and before I know it, I’m out the door, running down a hallway to the elevators. I didn’t even bother with my shoes. The elevator comes too slow, so I take the staircase and dash onto the sidewalk outside. I keep running. I don’t stop until my lungs are burning, and when I look around, I’m standing in the middle of an intersection all by myself. It’s dark out. My bare feet are scraped from the asphalt.

  Light spreads out behind me, and I hear screeching. I spin around to be blinded by headlights. A pickup truck swerves, the driver trying to brake, but he’s going too fast and I’m frozen to the spot.

  Vincent’s BMW cuts in front of the truck, pushing it sideways so that both cars miss me by inches. They spin, tires smoking, and slide to a stop on the curb. Vincent gets out and roars. “Briony!”

  “I’m here!”

  He runs over and hugs me, furious and relieved. “Are you hurt?”

  I shake my head as my knees buckle, and I squeeze his body.

  The other driver, a man obviously drunk, stumbles out and vomits. He walks over and apologizes. Vincent shoves him out of the way and carries me back to his scratched BMW. He drives us to his building and lifts me out of the back seat, and he doesn’t set me down until we’re in his bedroom.

  Vincent lays me on the bed, rips my clothes off, and orders me to lie still. He goes to the bathroom and brings back a bottle of disinfectant lotion and bandages. He checks me for injuries, running his hands over my skin, and I feel myself growing wet as Vincent pinches and squeezes.

  “Does this hurt?”

  “No.”

  “Here?”

  “I’m fine,” I whisper.

  “You have a cut on your sole. Hold still.”

  Vincent rubs lotion on my foot than sticks a bandage on before he kisses the spot. My face blooms with heat. I feel a tug in my sex. Our eyes lock together, and he knows what I need. Vincent sheds his clothes and climbs over me, the tip of his hard cock dragging a trail up my leg, his eyes possessive and feral.

  “I should’ve done this the day I met you.”

  “What? Carry me out of a car wreck?”

  Vincent grabs my throat, and my pussy clenches. I can’t look away from his eyes, so light and clear up close they seem translucent. I bite my lip and look up through my lashes as he lets out a rumbled growl.

  “You’re mine, Briony. You’ll always be mine.”

  He snares my mouth in a kiss as he feels down my hips, the hard shape of his cock bending against my tummy, the contours of his muscles flexing and caving with the rhythm of his breaths. I touch Vincent’s scruffy jaw as he pries my thighs apart.

  “I’m going to fuck you right here, little girl. I’ve waited long enough.”

  Pulses shock through my belly. “Y-Yes.”

  Vincent rests his cock at my folds, and I turn my head away at the last moment. He turns my head back with a finger on my chin.

  “Look at me,” he demands.

  I feel his cock sliding up and down my entrance, and my whole body comes alive. A muscle pops out on his neck as he pushes, slowly, gently splitting me open. My folds cling to his cock, and I feel my arousal trickling out.

  Oh God.

  Vincent kisses me once more before his mouth slides to my throat. He groans, forcing his cock deeper. I whimper and feel him breaking my virginity, the flash of burning pain making me rigid, but I don’t want him to stop. I wish this moment could last forever. Vincent rubs my clit with one hand, soothing my hurt, as he squeezes my breast roughly with the other.

  “All of me, baby girl. Take all of me.”

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  With one forceful thrust, he plunges into me. My walls clench before they stretch tightly around his thickness. I cry out as I’m wracked by sensations I’ve never felt, my channel rippling up and down his cock, and I feel his sac touch the sensitive skin between my pussy and anus. Heat smothers every inch of my skin.

  The room fills with soft squishes as Vincent ruts against my body. Pleasure fuses with agony. I shudder every time he pushes, and the pain fades until all that’s left is searing pleasure. Swallowing my cries with his mouth, Vincent pumps with long, scorching thrusts that make me arch off the bed.

  “Daddy,” I cry out.

  He drives deeper and harder when he hears that word, and I thrash under his hold. I feel a hot trickle before my orgasm explodes, my fingers digging into his back. Vincent tenses, churning his cock between my clenching walls, and I feel a blast of heat deep in my pussy.

  He came inside me.

  “I love you,” he says in a voice so raw and pained it makes me ache.

  Chapter Eight

  Vincent

  My balls ache when I slide out. I kiss Briony again, eating the tiny gasps that leave her sugary mouth. My cock is coated with our mingled cum, dark with her virginity, and a pang of shame hits me. But the love in my chest burns hotter.

  As she bites her lip, watching me, I stroke my cock a few more times. More cum dribbles out to land on Briony’s rosy clit. Her little pussy glistens with my seed. I was an animal. A beast out of control. All I could think about was her tight cunt, the velvet wetness of her flesh gripping my cock. I’ve never cum so hard. I’ve never felt more connected to a woman, and she’s barely a woman.

  I want to protect her, my obsession. When she ran out of my apartment, I hesitated for an instant before I chased after her. An instant too long. I was afraid she’d get picked up by Garnet’s thugs, but the world also has mundane dangers. A drunk almost hit her on the street. He’s lucky I swiped him out of the way, because if he had hit Briony, I would’ve introduced him to Kayla Dominic’s method of dispute resolution.

  Briony needs to know I’m not bullshitting, that under the masks I show the rest of the world, there’s a true man, and he belongs to her alone. I didn’t think I needed anyone. I was wrong.

  Wiping the hair out of her eyes, I hold Briony against my chest. My cock is still hard but tender, and I flinch when she touches me, exploring my body like I did with hers. Her small fingers trace circles around my tip, and that animal raging inside me howls again. I pull her hand off before I lose control.

  I hate denying her and denying myself. But we need to find out what Amelia was hiding and plan our next step.

  Her future is at stake.

  So is mine.

  Briony pouts. “Let me touch you.”

  “Later,” I mutter, rubbing her lips.

  Briony’s mother had used that apartment as a safe house, which makes me wonder who she wanted to be safe from. I have a good guess. Garnet Baxter wanted something from Amelia, and how he’s going after Briony.

  “When was the last time you spoke with your mother?”

  Briony curls up against my shoulder. “A few weeks before she died.”

  “Did she say anything out of the ordinary?”

  “No, but we never talk long. Mom only ever called to check on my grades.”

  “So she cared.”

  Briony sighs. “We were closer before I went to the boarding school.”

  “Why’d Amelia send you away? Were you out of control?”

  “What?”

  I kiss her. “Garnet told me you were a wild child.”

  Briony shakes her head. “He’s making stuff up. I was a good girl. I never got in trouble.”

  “Would a good girl get in bed with me?”

  Briony rubs over my abs, making my cock twitch. “You put me in your bed.”

  I give her pussy a gentle slap and kiss her shoulder. “You tempted me, baby girl, but you’re right. I was going to make you mine the second I laid eyes on you. I wanted to mark you with my cum.”

  “Perv.”

  Briony groans as I tease her clit with my thumb. “Tell me what happened when Amelia sent you away.”

  “She came home one night and told me to pack. I’d be leaving that weekend to start school in New Jersey. It was like she decided to get rid of me. She didn’t explain anything. She said a fresh start would be good for me. I’d make new friends and meet new people. That’s just like her. We moved around a lot when I was younger. Country to country, city to city. Never stayed anywhere long. Nowhere felt like home. That night was no different, only this time she sent me off on my own. And she warned me about Uncle Garnet. Don’t contact him no matter what. She never said why.”

  “Did your father ever mention Garnet?” Briony’s father was Edward Baxter, Garnet’s older sibling.

  “No,” Briony says, sadness in her eyes. “He passed away when I was ten. I don’t remember much about him—except, they didn’t get along. But they’re brothers and brothers fight, I guess. I wouldn’t know.” She looks into my eyes. “Why do you think my uncle is after me?”

  “I’m not sure. We’ll know more once we get her laptop back. Then there are those letters. They were written a while back, and Amelia kept them all these years. Whoever wrote them was important to her.”

  Briony scoffs. “So Mom had a boyfriend on the side. It doesn’t surprise me.”

  “Did you ever see her with another man?”

  Briony shakes her head.

  “It’s possible Garnet knows who that man is,” I say. “Maybe he suspects you know too, and he wants to shut you up.”

  “Why?”

  “To protect the Baxter family name. Reputation is everything to your uncle.”

  “That’s so stupid,” Briony says. “Does he think I’d tell people my mother had a boyfriend? She’s gone. I just want him to leave me alone.”

  We lie in silence. Minutes pass. I don’t know what we’ll find on Amelia’s laptop, but it’s our last lead. If it doesn’t pan out, I’ll have to confront Garnet directly. And that means getting past his enforces. Kayla Dominic and Teague. Dread fills me at the thought, but I steel myself. Anything for Briony.

  “I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” she murmurs. “I want to talk about . . . what we’ll do when it’s over.”

  “I’ll put a ring on your finger. We’ll go on a honeymoon. We’ll get a big house somewhere no one can disturb us. It’ll be our nest.”

  “And?” Briony blushes with a naughty glint in her eyes, and she licks her lip.

  My cock hardens like a rod, throbbing painfully. “And I’ll breed you,” I growl. “I’ll fuck you every day and we’ll make babies.” My voice thickens, and I let my primal urges take over. “Get up, little girl. I want to see your pussy and tits. I want to see what I own.”

  Briony scoots to her knees, straddling my thighs, flicking her lashes. Her nipples stand at attention. A bright blush covers her chest and face. I love the way she tries to hide her smile, the way she tries to avoid staring at my hard cock. She won’t be smiling much longer, my little princess.

  Stroking my cock with one hand, I rub her clit with the heel of my palm, making her moan. I feel her juices coating my hand. “You were a bad girl today. You refused to eat your dinner. You disobeyed your Daddy.”

  “Sorry,” she whimpers.

  “The next time you disobey I’ll have to spank you.”

  “S-Spank me?”

  I lean forward and reach around to slap her plump ass, hard enough to leave my handprint. One smack on each side. I watch her cheeks jiggle as tingles buzz up my cock. “Like that, baby.”

  “That’s not so bad.”

  Growling, I lift her off and pin her to the bed, spreading her thighs apart. I trace my hands down her hipbones to the soft flesh of her buttocks. My need for Briony is overwhelming. I could devour her body. Rubbing under her rump, I press a finger into her asshole.

  “Vincent!”

  “Hush, this little hole is mine too.”

  Briony lets out a tiny gasp, and I feel her ass pull tight. She nods quickly, her body shaking, and I settle my eyes on her dewy pussy flushed red, her sticky lips swollen with need. Right now, that’s where she needs my attention. Forming a V with two fingers, I part her folds and slide my tongue just inside her cunt.

  She shudders and grabs my hair. “Ohhh!”

  I’m not nearly done. I’m gonna make her flow before I give her my cock. Lashing her clit with my tongue, I dip my fingers into her pussy, feeling under her slippery front wall until she bucks off the bed and squeals with pleasure.

  “I’ll remember that spot, baby girl.”

  Briony squeezes her own tits while I flick my tongue at her rosy hard clit. My little girl is dying to be taken. But I take my time, relishing her sweet taste, the scent of her hot cunt driving me wild. She’s needy, but my need to possess and mark and take is greater.

  The beast inside takes over.

  Brutal and savage.

  I roll Briony on her stomach and wrap my hand in her hair, sliding my cock between her thighs. Craning her neck around, I thrust into her tight pussy and seal her mouth with mine. Her ass rounds out as I push my hips down, pumping into her, thrusting my cock in her juices. The angle lets me hit her sweet spot with every thrust. I give her what she needs and take what I want. Our bodies slap together as she writhes under me.

  With one hand on her neck, I bite the tip of her ear and slam my cock to the balls.

  Briony gasps, her walls clenching.

  “Again,” she begs.

  I thrust harder and faster, our bodies slicking with sweat. She yelps after a deep thrust, and I’m worried I’ve hurt her until a wailing moan leaves her mouth. “Oh God!”

  Kissing her neck, I pause and give her a chance to rest. “You okay?”

  “Yes. Oh God, Vincent—Daddy. Yes!”

  I pull out and turn her on her back so we’re face-to-face, so I can see her eyes and get my hands on her breasts. She brings her knees up, squeezing me with all the strength in her soft body, and I let out a roar as I thrust back into her pussy.

  Briony gasps as I pound into her. When I feel her walls ripple, her body quaking, I slide my hand below to strum her clit. She goes over the edge, her hands clawing through my hair, legs wrapped around my back sliding up and down, and all I feel is the heat of her skin, the warmth of her cunt soaking into my cock.

  When she orgasms, her pussy constricts so hard I nearly go blind. My balls tighten as cum shoots up my shaft, squirt after squirt, coating her insides with my seed. Drained, I ease out of her opening, and I reach down to rub her soaked clit. That hard knot of sensitive flesh pulses to my touch.

  Briony winces, jerking against me. I hold her tightly until her orgasms subside at last.

  “Good girl. Such a good girl.”

  She bites her lip, holding my shoulders. “You’re so dirty, Vincent.”

  “You haven’t seen dirty yet,” I growl. “I can’t get enough of you, kitten.”

  Her eyes get watery, and I hold her close, nuzzling my nose into hers.

  “Don’t leave me,” she whispers.

  Whatever happens, I won’t let her go. Whatever happens, I’ll be there for her until my final breath. “I won’t.”

  Chapter Nine

  Vincent

  It’s morning when my phone rings. Briony squirms in my arms, and I shush her with a kiss. The phone doesn’t stop. If I’ve learned anything working for Baxter is that the world won’t wait for grief or joy.

  “Come on, baby. Get up.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  “Don’t be a brat.”

  “I’m your brat.”

  “And Daddy says it’s time to get up.”

  Briony smiles dreamily, and she listens. By the sober light of morning, she’s still beautiful. She’ll always be beautiful in my eyes.

  I snatch up the phone. The ID shows Janice, and my heart turns to ice. No one from Garnet’s organization has called me since the night we left Amelia’s house. She must be taking a risk calling me at all, unless she’s calling on Garnet’s behalf. The last I saw, Janice was sleeping with him. She has no reason to help me.

  “Who is it?” Briony says.

  “Your uncle’s assistant.”

  “Are you going to answer?”

  I take a deep breath and nod. Janice may be sleeping with him, but she’s not in his inner circle as far as I know. Garnet changes assistants every year. I tap my phone. “Janice?”

 

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