by K. Webster
“Words,” I snap.
“Okay, yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Daddy,” she murmurs, shame in her voice.
“You just turned eighteen and you want your forty-five-year-old neighbor to put a baby inside your teenage body? Is that what I’m hearing?”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Goddammit, angel, answer the fucking question,” I seethe. I rub my thumb on her clit to help her say the words that need to be said.
“Yes, I want that. I want you to be careless and fuck a baby into me.”
I grin against her hair. “You’re dirty.”
She moans as I increase the pressure on her clit. I want to put another finger inside her juicy cunt, but she might not be able to take it. As she nears her orgasm, based on her breathing and shaking, I decide to do it anyway. It’ll be one less thing to have to deal with later. I push the third finger in past the other two, ignoring her squirms and screams. I fuck her hard with my hand as though it’s my cock, reveling in the way I destroy her innocence. She cries at the pain, but then my thumb expertly strokes her clit. The sweet girl is helpless against my attack.
“Give in, angel,” I whisper softly.
She jolts and her back arches as the orgasm strikes. It’s beautiful to watch and hear as she shudders like I’m performing an exorcism on her. Eventually, she comes down from her high. I slide my fingers back out and smear her essence all over her stomach.
“Tomorrow, I’m going to see what you taste like.” I give her pussy a playful swat. “Time to go home. Your punishment is over, and I want you rested for tomorrow. Don’t worry, I was only teasing you earlier. You’ll get on the pill and we’ll be careful. The last thing I need is any more goddamn kids.” Grabbing her narrow waist, I hoist her up and plop her down beside me. I rise from the bed and locate her panties. When I turn to look at her, she has her bottom lip captured between her teeth and her rosy cheeks are still tearstained.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her with a smile.
The girl melts at my praise. It makes my dick hard at how easy she is to mold to my liking. I drop to one knee and use her panties to clean up the mess on her stomach.
“Spread your legs and let me see the damage,” I utter lowly.
Shyly, she spreads her thighs, and I admire her wet, red pussy. Her lips are swollen with a smear of sticky blood mixed with her arousal. I dab at it with her panties, soiling the lacy fabric.
“All clean,” I say with a wide grin. “I’m going to keep these.”
She nods as I stand and tuck the panties into my pocket. I walk over to her dress and pick it up from the floor. After I shake it to get the wrinkles out, I make my way back over to her.
“Up,” I order.
She shakily stands. As though she’s a little girl, I help her step into her dress, then pull it up over her creamy curves.
“Lift your hair.”
Her arms raise as she collects her silky tresses. I tie the knot behind her neck, then motion for her to release her hair. It falls down and she eyes me with uncertainty.
Capturing her jaw in my firm grip, I tilt her head up so I can stare into her pretty eyes. “Happy birthday, Rowan.”
Her lips tug into a smile I want to suck right off her face. Leaning forward, I brush my lips across hers and kiss her softly on the mouth. A sweet, needy moan escapes her, and she parts her lips, inviting me for more. Because she’s been such a good, compliant girl, I give her a reward. I kiss her deeply. A kiss that’s meant to stake a claim. She’s mine—she’ll soon learn that. Her tongue is eager against mine, and she kisses me back as though she accepts my possessive unspoken proclamation. I suck on her tongue, then nibble at her bottom lip before pulling away.
“Come to my office. I have your present in there.”
Her brows scrunch together. “My present?”
“It’s your birthday. Of course I got you a present.”
Crimson red paints her high cheekbones. “Oh.”
With a smile, I stroke my fingers through her soft hair. Her eyes flutter closed, and she leans into my kind gesture.
“Rowan?”
“Yes?”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
I wink at her before grabbing her wrist. “Don’t ever forget it.”
Chapter Four
Rowan
Oh. My. God.
What just happened?
My mind is reeling. My body aches and burns. My heart is pounding in my chest.
In a matter of thirty minutes, I went from Brock’s girlfriend to…Eric’s angel? I’m having trouble processing this. His hand is firm and hot wrapped tightly around my wrist. It’s possessive and claiming as he marches me out of Brock’s room without shame.
I, on the other hand, can’t lift my head.
Their eyes.
I feel all their eyes on me.
They had to have heard my screams, yet none dared to enter the room. On one hand, I’m glad, but I’m also irrationally angry at them. All four boys. I thought they cared about me. I could have been getting hurt. I was getting hurt. By their father. And none of them tried to stop it.
Of course, they didn’t know I enjoyed every second of it.
The whipping hurt. The way he talked to me hurt. The way he fingerfucked me hurt.
But I liked it.
Something’s wrong with me.
Am I so desperate to be grown and out from under Daddy’s overprotective thumb that I’m rebelling?
Eric stops, and I peek up beneath my lashes to face the boys who didn’t intervene. The worried stare of Camden, the youngest. The impassive, unreadable expression on Nixon's face. And the furious, hateful glare of Hayden.
“Great news, boys,” Eric says cheerfully. “Rowan isn’t going to jail.”
“What the fuck, Dad?” Hayden hisses.
I don’t say a word and turn my attention back to my feet.
“I’m going to give her the birthday present I have for her, then I want one of you boys to walk her home so she gets there safely,” Eric rumbles, authority dripping from his tone. He owns us all in some way. With his kids, he dangles money over their heads, and if they screw up, they don’t get it. With me?
I’m not sure why I’m under his spell, but I so am.
He had me the moment he walked into Brock’s room and shut the door, enclosing us in together. I allowed him to do all those things to me. I liked them. Oh God.
“I’ll walk her,” Hayden bites out. “I’ll be on the front porch.”
Eric squeezes my wrist and guides me down the hallway. Like a gentleman, he releases my hand and offers me his elbow. I grab hold of it and we walk side by side down the fancy staircase. It makes me feel like royalty.
We make it into the foyer and he escorts me to his office, where I find Brock sitting in a chair, staring up at the ceiling. After he gave me up so easily, I’m having a hard time looking at him.
“Rowan,” he utters.
I ignore him and squeeze Eric’s arm. He reaches over and pats my hand in support.
“Son,” he says to Brock. “I want you to see how a man treats a woman. One day, when you’re grown, you’ll need to know these things.”
Brock starts to speak, but Eric shakes his head at him.
“Don’t talk. Listen. She’s not yours anymore. All she is to you is a lesson,” Eric explains, then turns to me and smiles. “Ready for your present?”
“You got her a present?” Brock asks in confusion.
Eric grits his teeth and glares at his son. “A real man gets his woman a present on her birthday.”
My heart swells. His woman? I’m his woman?
“She’s not your—” Brock starts, but Eric interrupts.
“Shut your goddamn mouth and listen!” His nostrils flare with fury. Eric is strong and powerful. Authority seems to pulsate the air around him. It’s easy to get intoxicated by it. Brock, apparently afraid of his father, cowers and wisely zi
ps his lips.
“On your knees, angel.” Eric smiles at me.
I blink in confusion. When his jaw ticks, my heart rate quickens. I don’t want to upset him. Quickly, I drop to my knees and rest my butt on my heels. My sex hurts from his violation, but it’s a reminder that he’s staked his claim. He reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out a Tiffany box wrapped in a thick white silky ribbon.
“For you,” he says, his voice husky and deep.
I shiver and take the gift. My knees hurt at the wood digging into my bony flesh, but I ignore it as I tug the ribbon away, letting it fall to the floor in front of me. When I open the box, I find a silver choker necklace inside with a large silver heart encrusted in diamonds hanging from the center.
It’s beautiful.
“A fucking dog collar?” Brock mutters, his voice shaking in horror.
I tense at his words. It’s too pretty to be a dog collar. Eric ignores him as he pulls the necklace from the box and flips the heart around to show me the inscription.
Daddy’s girl.
My mouth pops open, knowing it’s referring to him and not my real dad. That means…he planned this.
“I was always coming for you,” he murmurs, his other hand reaching forward to stroke his fingers through my hair. He sits in his desk chair and pats his knee. “Come closer.”
I crawl on my knees until I’m between his parted thighs.
“Hair, angel.”
Beaming at his sweet endearment, I lift my hair. He fastens the necklace, then motions for me to release my hair.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” he says to Brock.
Brock grumbles, and Eric once again ignores him as though his opinion doesn’t matter anyway.
“Stand,” he orders.
I rise to my feet in front of him.
“Rowan,” Brock says, his voice weak, “you don’t have to do this.”
A burst of anger surges up inside me like a gasoline tsunami. I jerk my head his way and hiss, “Mind your own fucking business.”
Brock gapes at me. Staring at him, it makes me realize how young he looks. He doesn’t have the dark five o’clock shadow like his father. He doesn’t have the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes or the slight bit of grey at his temples.
He’s a boy.
Turning, I smile at Eric.
My man.
“Thank you, Eric.” I beam at him so hard, my cheeks hurt. “I love it.”
“Don’t ever take it off,” Eric says, his voice turning cold. It makes me shiver.
“I won’t,” I rush out, wanting to appease him.
His handsome face breaks into a boyish grin that makes me want to rub my thighs together. “Good girl. You learn quickly.” He takes my hand and kisses the back of it. “Go home. We’ll continue this tomorrow.”
He releases me, and I know I’m dismissed. With a soft sigh, I walk way. Before I reach the door, Brock spits out, “So, it’s like that, huh? We break up and you bone my dad? Are you fucking kidding me? I always knew you were a wh—”
“Finish that fucking statement and I’ll make sure your life is a living hell,” Eric roars, rising to his feet. His chest heaves, his fury nearly knocking me over.
Brock shrinks in his seat, avoiding eye contact with me.
“Goodnight, beautiful.” Eric is once again all smiles.
I wave to him before darting out the door. The necklace is heavy, but I know it must have cost a fortune. My lips curve into a smile as I all but bounce through the foyer. As soon as I reach the front door, I let a small giggle escape.
This is unreal.
I’m seriously with the Eric Pearson.
He’s rich and powerful and hot.
Not his sons.
Him.
“What did he do to you?” an angry voice demands the moment I step onto the front porch.
Hayden leans against a pillar, a cigarette between his teeth. His scowl is fierce, and he puffs on his cancer stick as though he’s trying to punish it.
“What?”
He glowers at me. “Don’t fucking play dumb, Rowan.”
I wince at his tone. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” he demands as he flicks the cigarette to the ground and stomps on it. “Your screams sure as fuck didn’t sound like nothing.” He stalks over to me until he’s towering above me.
Holding my ground, I lift my chin and face off with him. “If it sounded like something more than nothing, maybe you should have done something about it.”
His eyes narrow. “What. Did. He. Do?”
I shove his hard chest, but he doesn’t budge. “None of your business!”
He grabs my wrists when I move to shove him again. “Did he rape you?”
“What?” I hiss. “Are you serious?”
“Tell me. I’ll kill that bastard if he hurt you.”
Jerking my hands from his grip, I turn on my heel and run through the yard toward my house, his heavy footsteps thudding behind me. I almost make it up my porch steps and into my house before he has his arm wrapped around my waist. He twists me around and pushes me up against my front door.
“I’ll kill him,” he murmurs before he tries to kiss me.
Fury, once again, explodes from within me. Like a cat straight from hell, I rake my claws across his face. He hisses in shock and stumbles away.
“Do not ever touch me again,” I seethe.
His anger is gone, and he flashes me a wounded expression. You lost your chance, buddy. When he starts for me again, I hiss, “Don’t come near me.”
“Rowan.” His voice is choked and pained, like he’s upset.
I’m upset.
How dare he?
“Leave. I’m home. Safe. Now, leave before I call your father.” I smirk at him.
His gaze darkens. “He’s going to ruin you, babe. He ruins everything he touches.”
My ass still burns, and I know I’ll be sporting some bruises. I feel as though I’ve been raped by a baseball bat. Everything hurts, aches, or burns, yet I’ve never felt so cared for.
“Maybe I want to be ruined.” With a sassy wave, I turn on my heel and go inside. It isn’t until I’m soaking in a hot bath and touching my new necklace that I take a moment to let it all sink in.
This was the best birthday of my life.
Chapter Five
Eric
“Nope. Next,” I grumble, looking at my Rolex for the eighteenth time in the past twenty minutes.
Levi sits up in his chair and raises a brow at me. “What crawled up your ass and died?”
My jaw clenches. “I have something I need to get to and this shit is a waste of time.”
Levi, the bastard, laughs. “Well, too fucking bad. You’re going to hear this shit out and then you can go run to your high-dollar whore.”
Mateo smirks, and I pin him with an icy stare.
“So, you two assholes are tag-teaming me now?” I snap, then turn to glare at Trevor. “You too?”
Trevor holds his hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t say a word.”
“Who’s the lucky girl?” Mateo probes. “Last time you acted like this big of a dick was when you started seeing Julia.”
Nosy bastard. I push back, because that’s the kind of motherfucker I am. “How’s Karelma?” I lick my lips. His daughter is eighteen and has quite the ass on her. I’ve often thought about tapping that ass just to piss him off.
He scowls, his features growing stormy. “I sent her away. Ever since Valencia died, she's been acting out.”
“Anyway,” Levi growls, slinging a folder my way. “They’re every bit as profitable as DSL. They’re up and coming. We buy now at this price, and we take that territory and market share.”
Unimpressed, I flip open the file. The numbers are fine, but Trevor will make a better assessment. I shove them over to him. He takes the file and leans back in his chair, resting his ankle on his knee, a half smile on his face.
I check my watch again, which has Mateo and Levi both laughin
g at me. Fucking pricks. I just want to get home. Yesterday afternoon was just the tip of the iceberg. Tonight, I’m going to defile Rowan Wheeler.
“What’s the deal with Jax Wheeler?” Trevor asks out of the goddamn blue.
I snap my glare his way. He’s no longer looking at the folder, but instead has a worried expression on his face. Does he think I’ll run into trouble with that asshole? Nobody fucks with me. Jax Wheeler will learn that the hard way. I’m going to ruin his daughter’s sweet cunt and there’s not a damn thing he can do to stop me.
“It’s not about Rowan,” Trevor groans. “It’s about Lucy.”
“Who the fuck is Lucy?” Levi demands.
Trevor’s normally playful disposition is replaced by one of worry. “She’s my…never mind. I just want to know what Jax’s deal is. I thought he was a pharmaceutical rep.”
“Yeah? So?” I’m already bored of this conversation. I’d much rather discuss how Jax’s daughter is going to squeal like a pig soon. I check my watch. Again.
“He’s got money, obviously. The dude lives next door to your preppy ass. And he’s got a grown daughter. So why the hell is he over at the middle school all the time?” Trevor asks, his brows furrowed.
I shrug. “Does it look like I’m Jax’s keeper?”
“Nope,” Levi says with a grin. “But maybe you should learn his schedule if you’re going to fuck his little girl.”
Mateo sits up and frowns. “What?”
“I’m done with you assholes,” I snap and rise. “If Trevor says this shit is good, then go ahead with it. You dicks can finish this meeting on your own. Some of us would like to get laid this century.”
Stalking out of the boardroom, I make a pass to my office to make sure I lock up. I pass by Levi’s office and movement makes me pause. When I peek in the window, I see our office assistant, Kristyn Marshall, sitting at his desk. Curiosity has me pushing open his door and sticking my head inside.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
Her cheeks blaze crimson and she shakes her head. “No, sir.” I rake my gaze over her tits spilling out of the top of her shirt. Woman’s got nice tits, for sure.
