by Hamel, B. B.
I can still see his face. He was drunk, he was pissed. He threw that baseball so hard, it gave me a black eye for weeks.
“Nathan?”
I should just hang up. My pulse spikes, anger ripples through me.
“Nathan? Are you there, son?”
“Don’t call me son,” I say.
He lets out a low chuckle. “There he is.”
“What the fuck do you want, Calvin?”
I’m not going to call him Dad. That’s not what he is to me, hasn’t been for a long time.
“We haven’t spoken since your mother’s accident. I thought maybe you’d want to see how I’m doing.”
I snort and nearly throw my phone into traffic. “I don’t give a shit how you’re doing.”
“That’s very rude.” He doesn’t sound offended. There’s almost a smile in his voice. “You haven’t changed one bit.”
“The last time we spoke, you were on a bender and needed cash. How drunk are you right now?”
He’s silent for a long moment. “I’m sober now,” he says.
“I doubt it.”
“I am,” he says. “Went into rehab, found God, did that whole thing.”
“As far as I now, you haven’t tried to make amends with me.”
He’s quiet for another pause. “That’s why I’m calling.”
I nearly burst out laughing. “Are you fucking kidding?”
“Listen, son—”
“Don’t call me that,” I snarl.
“Nathan. I know I was bad to you in the past, very bad. But I wanted to call and say, without reservation, that I was wrong and that I’m sorry.”
“Go choke on a beer bottle and die.”
“I deserve that.”
“You deserve worse,” I say. “I don’t want your amends. I don’t want anything about you. Just leave me the fuck alone.”
I go to hang up, but he stops me.
“What about the business?”
That brings me up short. I blink rapidly, heart beating so hard I think I might pass out.
“Mom’s business?”
“EmDash Accounting.”
I shiver a little. “What about it? As far as I know, you own it now.”
“I do,” he confirms. “And you can work there any time you like.”
“I’d rather cut off my own dick.”
“How about own it then?”
I clench my jaw. “What?”
“I want to make you an offer, Nathan. I’ll let you be the majority stakeholder in the company, so long as you allow me to retain status as the minority holder.”
I narrow my eyes. “Why the hell would you do that?”
“Call it making amends. You wouldn’t have to see me, of course. You’d own the company, fifty-one percent. I’d only keep, let’s say, forty.”
“Let’s say you keep nothing, and you let me have the business I helped to build with my mother. The woman you used to beat the shit out of.”
Another short pause. “It’s a good deal,” he says. “More than fair.”
“It’s a fucked-up selfish move on your part,” I say. “If you really want to make amends, give it to me and go fuck off to whatever bar you’re calling home these days. Otherwise, go to hell.”
I finally hang up the phone.
I stand there, shaking. I have to lean against the building for a few minutes, getting myself together. I’m so fucking angry I can barely control myself.
That bastard. That drunk, abusive bastard. He made my mother’s life a living hell and abused me as much as he could. The only reason he owns that company is because my mother never divorced him. She was too damn afraid that he’d do something drastic if she tried.
So now he has what I want, and he’s willing to use it to do… what, exactly? To get back into my life?
Fuck him and fuck that.
I stand up straight and storm back to the townhouse.
My heart’s beating fast as I throw open the door. I drop my bag on the floor and slam the door behind me. I look up and spot Grace, sitting on the couch, staring back at me with a startled expression.
“Nathan,” she says. “I thought you’d be out longer. Sorry, I’ll go up into my room.” She picks up the remote.
I stare at her. She’s wearing this little tank top, an old thing, practically falling apart. It barely covers her perky, gorgeous breasts. Her shorts are short and cotton, and I bet she’s not wearing underwear underneath them. I step toward her, staring as she turns off the TV and stands.
She bites her lip. “Are… you okay?”
I can’t take my eyes from her. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. My heart’s racing, my blood pumping.
I want her. I hate her.
Fuck, I need her.
I walk toward her. Her eyes widen.
“Nathan—”
I put one hand on the small of her back, pushing her against me hips-first. I grab her hair with my other hand, pulling her head back. She gasps and I look into her eyes.
“Shut up,” I say. “If you want me to make you feel good, don’t say another word. Just nod your head and come upstairs. Do you understand?”
There’s a short moment where nothing happens. She stares into my eyes and I stare back and the invitation sits there between us.
Then slowly, she nods.
I pull her by the hair and take her upstairs with me, not being gentle, not being kind.
9
Grace
He comes into the house and there’s so much anger in his expression that I’m honestly surprised. I stand there, almost too shocked to say anything, until he grabs me and pulls me against his muscular body.
He’s almost shaking. And when he asks me… I can’t turn him down.
God, I don’t want to turn him down.
He drags me upstairs. My heart is racing as he throws open the door to his room. It’s sparsely decorated with a big bed, a closet, and a desk. There’s art on the walls, tasteful and simple, but it looks like this was probably a spare bedroom. There’s nothing personal about it.
He drags me inside, slams the door shut, then turns me around and puts me against the closed door. I stand there as he drops to his knees and pulls my shorts off. I’m not wearing any panties and I let out a low moan. I didn’t expect to see him, and I’m almost embarrassed.
He doesn’t seem surprised. “Look at you,” he growls, spanking my ass. He stands up, pressing himself against me, pulling my hair. His other hand moves down between my legs and I feel him tease my pussy from behind. I gasp as I realize how soaking wet I am. “Look at how dripping wet you are,” he groans. “Fuck, Grace. You’ve been thinking about me fucking you again, haven’t you? You want me to come home and take my anger out on your perfect, tight little body.”
I moan, not responding. He told me not to say a word, and I won’t.
He pulls my hair hard and I gasp. His fingers press deep inside my pussy and I spread my legs, hands on the door, head tilted back. He kisses me over my shoulder, tongue in my mouth, fingers deep inside my pussy. It feels good and he’s not being gentle, not at all.
He releases my hair and spanks me hard. I gasp as he does it again and again. He grabs my hair hard in his fist, as his fingers work in and out of my pussy. Pleasure and pain ring through me and I can’t help but moan his name.
“That’s right,” he growls in my ear. “Say my name. You’re my filthy girl, aren’t you? Ready for me to come home and use whenever I want.”
He kisses me again and turns me around. He takes off my shirt and throws it onto the floor. I’m naked in front of him, my hair spilling down over my breasts. He pushes it aside and licks them, sucking my nipples, teasing them with his tongue. I moan and grab his hair but he pushes my hands away.
He pins my wrists to the door. I moan as he kisses my neck then bites my nipples, holding me pinned there. He releases one wrist to move his hand between my legs, teasing my pussy, slowly spreading me wide before rolling his finger around my clit. I gasp, moan,
a low thing, more animal than anything else.
I roll my hips against his fingers and he seems to like that. He tightens his grip on my wrist and kisses me as he slides his fingers inside. I groan and roll my hips faster, almost riding his fingers, pleasure ripping through my body. I’m shaking with it, needing it so badly as he keeps my wrist pinned.
He pulls back and rips off his shirt. I stare at his chest, my hips thrust out toward him, breathing hard. He takes off his pants and kicks them aside, and his cock is so hard I think he might rip through his briefs.
“On your knees,” he growls, and doesn’t wait for a reply. He drags me down by my hair. “Take out my cock.”
I do as he says. I pull down his boxer briefs and my eyes go wide as the thickest, longest cock I’ve ever seen in my life stands rock hard. I take him in both my hands and marvel at the size of him, stroking slowly, but he doesn’t give me a chance to take my time.
He takes my hair and pushes my mouth down around his tip. I take him between my lips and suck him. He pushes me deep, making me gag. He fucks my mouth and I suck him when I can, moving between sucking and having him fuck my mouth. I gag once or twice but I don’t stop, losing myself in the moment, in how fucking sexy it is to have him take my mouth like this.
He teases my breasts and I work him with both hands. I stroke him fast and look up into his eyes. They’re burning down at me, pure lust, pure anger, pure hate. I want it, want all of it, and he drags me up to my feet roughly. We kiss and his hand goes between my legs again.
“Still so soaked,” he whispers. “You like sucking my cock, don’t you? You like it when I make you gag, you dirty girl. My cock’s too big for your pretty little mouth.” He drags me to the bed and pushes me down onto it, bending me over, ass in the air.
He grabs my wrists and holds them behind my back as he teases my soaking pussy with his cock. I let out a little moan of fear and pleasure. “I don’t know—” I begin, but he pushes me down harder.
“Don’t talk,” he growls. “I know you’re afraid. You’re wondering if you can take me. But, sweet Grace, you can.”
He presses his cock inside of me and I gasp.
Pleasure, pain. It feels so good, it stretches me apart. He slides himself deep inside my soaking wet pussy and fills me to the brim.
“Oh, god, yes,” I groan, unable to help myself.
He holds my wrists tight and fucks me slow at first. It’s a small mercy, his cock slowly stretching me, getting me used to his enormous size. But he doesn’t go easy for long.
He rips into my pussy like an animal. He fucks me rough, holds my wrists there, totally controls me. I’m pinned and dominated and he’s fucking me hard and wild.
I love it. I love taking his cock, every single inch deep between my legs. I need it, want it so badly. I roll my hips and push back against it, wanting it harder, harder. “Nathan,” I gasp.
He releases my wrists, grabs my hair. He spanks me with his other hand, smacks my ass hard, and fucks me fast.
“God damn, girl,” he growls in my ear. “Your tight pussy is driving me wild. I want to tear you apart and fill you up, you filthy girl.”
“Yes,” I moan. “Please, Nathan. Fuck me.”
He drives his cock deeper between my legs. I buck my hips, riding him, sliding up and down his massive shaft. Pleasure rips through my body and I can barely control myself as I take his massive size.
His hands are rough as he grabs my hips, pinning me down. I feel controlled and taken completely. I couldn’t get away, even if I wanted to, and the though drives me wild with need for him. I groan and he grabs my hair, pulling it tight, driving his cock deep inside me.
“I think you like it when I take my anger out on you,” he growls in my ear. “I think you like having my fat cock deep between your legs. Don’t you, little Grace? Are you a dirty girl?”
“Nathan,” I groan.
He spanks my ass hard. “Tell me you’re a dirty girl.”
“I’m a dirty girl.”
He spanks me harder. I gasp and he grabs my hair. “Tell me you’re fucking filthy. Tell me you love my big, fat cock.”
“I’m filthy. Oh, god, I love your big cock.”
He groans and fucks me slow, grinding inside, and I can’t help myself. I’m panting as he pulls my hair tight and starts to fuck me hard again. My body’s shaking with every rough stroke in and out, sliding hard and taking me.
Every inch of my pussy is on fire with pleasure for him. My ass stings from his spanking and my hair is tight in his fist, but I love it. I love the little bit of pain to go along with the pleasure, and I want more. I want him to be harder, rougher.
I want him to be dirty.
He grabs a wrist and fucks me again, pinning me down against the mattress, until he finally lets me go. I move suddenly, scrambling away across the mattress.
He lets out a roar, grabs my hips, and climbs up onto the bed. I turn to face him, hitting his chest, and that just makes his eyes flash fire. I push him, knocking him off balance, and he falls down onto his back.
I straddle him, pushing my hips back, feeling his tip against my pussy.
“You think you can get away?” he growls in my ear, even though I’m pushing back against him. I wiggle my hips and feel his cock slip inside.
He pushes it deep and I gasp. “No,” I moan. “I know I can’t.”
“You filthy girl. You just like the fight.” He fucks me hard, grabs my hair tight and holds me there. He lets my hair go and I start moving my hips, riding him fast. He leans back and watches my breasts shake with every movement of my hips and I love the way his eyes stare at my body. I love the way he takes me in like he can’t get enough of it.
His hands tease my breasts, firm and rough. He pinches my nipples, gets them hard, then leans forward, half sitting. I run my fingers down his back as he bites my nipples and pulls my hair. He spanks my ass and thrusts inside of me, fucking me hard. He pulls me down, driving himself faster and faster inside my pussy.
I gasp and moan in his ear. “Harder,” I groan. “Harder, you asshole.”
He growls in response and we’re fucking like animals. I’m sweating, he’s sweating, it hurts and feels good and I love it, I love it so much.
“Come on, asshole,” I moan at him, goading him, pushing him. He slaps my ass hard in response and fucks me deeper, rougher, faster. I can feel how close I am, teetering on the edge, walking that thin line.
I need it so badly. I’m moaning loudly, all sense of self completely gone. I’m just pleasure and all I want is his cock between my legs. I roll my hips and ride him faster and faster, needing him deep inside, needing him to fill me up.
“Fuck, Nathan,” I gasp, leaning back, legs spread. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He groans as I come. I can’t help myself, the orgasm rolls through my body, my muscles tense and tight and, oh god, it feels so good.
“Come for me, you dirty fucking girl,” he groans. He fucks me through my orgasm, doesn’t slow down, even when I’m at the peak of it and so sensitive.
Slowly, I finish and gasp, breathing hard. I’m sweating, floating, my ears ringing. Pleasure is lodged in my brain, in my spine, and I feel dizzy. But he’s not done with me. He pulls me off him and practically throws me down onto my knees on the floor next to the bed. He stands and grabs my hair, sliding his cock into my mouth.
I suck him hard and fast. He groans, stroking his shaft as I suck his tip, and I know he’s close. I moan and press my breasts together, letting him look at me, letting him love it.
He comes in thick spurts in my mouth. I moan and take him on my tongue, in my throat. I swallow every single drop of him, not slowing down or stopping. He growls and groans and god, I’m dripping wet still, practically making a puddle on the floor.
When he’s finished, he falls back onto the bed and sits there, leaning on his hands. He’s panting and we’re both covered in sweat. I lean back and sit there on the floor, still tasting him on my tongue.
He give
s me a long look. There’s no anger in his expression, none at all. Actually, he looks almost like he’s… longing. Like he wants to ask me for something.
But he finally looks away. “My dad called,” he says.
I blink for a second. “Okay,” I say slowly. “Okay. That’s a bad thing, right?”
He nods and gets up. He tosses my clothes over and starts to get dressed.
I put on my top and bottoms before sitting back down on the edge of the bed. He sits on the other side, his back to me. We sit in silence for a moment, and I want to ask him to talk about it, but I’m afraid that if I speak it’ll ruin the moment.
“He’s a bad man,” Nathan finally says, his voice husky, thick with emotion. “He treated my mom like garbage and beat me more than once. He was a drunk and a piece of shit. He says he’s sober now, but I couldn’t care less if he’s a goddamn saint. The man can go fucking die in a gutter for all I care.”
I bite my lip. I want to reach out and touch him. “I’m sorry,” I say softly. “I had no clue.”
“Yeah, well. That’s why we came to America. Part of it at least, a big part of it. We wanted to get somewhere he wouldn’t follow.”
“He won’t come here?”
Nathan shrugs. “I doubt it. The guy’s too drunk and lazy to do much of anything at all.”
“But he owns your mother’s company,” I say softly.
“Right.” He takes a deep breath and lets it out. “He offered it to me, actually.”
“Really? But that’s good.”
“No. He wants to be the minority stakeholder. Which means he’d always be in my life. I told him the only way I’d take the company is if he’s not involved at all.”
I shake my head. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I guess since we’re married, you should know about my fucked-up father.” He clenches his jaw, his body tense, but finally relaxes it.
“If I can help, let me know,” I say.
“Maybe you can.” He turns to me. His face is hard. “I’m going to my mother’s lawyer tomorrow. Come with me.”
I just nod. “Okay. Sure.”
“If there’s anything I can do, maybe he’ll know. Maybe we can…” He trails off, shaking his head. “Anyway, tomorrow morning.”
