by K. Webster
“Eden?”
“Hmm?”
“Why do you let him dictate your life? You’re eighteen now. You can do whatever you want,” he murmurs.
The thought has crossed my mind a million times. “I don’t know. I’m scared of being alone I guess. What if they won’t talk to me after?”
He scoffs. “Then they’re assholes who don’t deserve one second of your time. Seconds I could be filling up instead.”
My cheeks warm and I turn my head to him again, rewarding him with a smile. “There’s something about you, Zeke,” I sigh in contentment. “You’re different than anyone else I know. You have this tough exterior but there’s more to you. What about you? I want to know about you.”
He jerks his gaze away from me and fists his hands. “My life has been awful for a while now. All because of some shitty mistake. I hate why it happened, but I don’t hate that it did. Justice was served as far as I was concerned.”
I want to ask him more but I’m not brave enough. His entire body is quaking with fury and I don’t want to piss him off further.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
He relaxes and squeezes me to him. “My life got a thousand times better the second I saw you standing outside that bathroom door tonight.”
His words are sweet and I realize that we both have been in our own little worlds of pain, searching for some sort of freedom. Maybe fate did bring us together so that we could find someone else to share that with.
Turning in his arms, splashing water all over the place, I climb into his lap and our lips immediately connect. He straightens his legs and I straddle him. Our mouths are a tangle of tongues and clashing teeth and soon he’s guiding me over his thickness. Despite being sore, it feels good with the hot water as he bucks into me.
One of his hands grips my ass while the other pinches my nipple and I moan in delight. Earlier, when he probed me with his thumb, I was horrified but when the earth shattered around me with the intensity of my orgasm, I decided it wasn’t so bad after all.
It was amazing in fact.
“God, Eden,” he grunts into my mouth, “you’re killing me. I want you—all of you. Please don’t leave me.”
The vulnerability in his words slices through me. “I don’t want to leave.”
We slosh and splash but I’m too wiped out to continue. “Zeke,” I pant, “I can’t move.”
He stands with me in his arms and climbs out of the tub. I grip onto his shoulders for dear life as he stumbles out of the bathtub. I yelp when he drops me onto the cold countertop, never breaking our physical connection.
“Lean back. I want your head against the mirror,” he rasps out. His eyes are dark with lust and I crave for him to take me however he wants.
Obliging him, I lean back and lock eyes with him as he pounds into me. He grips the outside of my thighs with a strength that should scare me but doesn’t. I know I’ll have fingerprint bruises and a sick part of me can’t wait to run my fingers over them later.
“So beautiful,” he praises and slips a finger between the lips of my sex. He expertly massages me as if he’s been doing it his entire life.
“Yes,” I gasp and stars blind me from another mind-boggling orgasm.
The man owns a part of my inner animal that I never knew existed.
“Fuck.” He thrusts into me hard enough for my head to slam the glass behind me. Blackness washes over my vision for a moment from the impact. But I let out a moan when his hot climax drenches me from the inside.
His eyes find mine but he doesn’t pull out despite the fact that he’s softening and his orgasm drips out of me.
“You broke the mirror,” he smirks.
He pulls me away from it and I turn my head to see. My blond hair is a wild mess, my eye makeup is smudged, but I’m smiling. Blood streaks the mirror and it’s all I can do to stifle a giggle.
“And you broke me.” I burst into laughter as I tenderly touch the back of my head. “Is it bad?”
He finally withdraws from me and gets me to my feet. Turning in his arms, I face the mirror. His come runs from me and down my thighs. I like the sensation—like I belong to him.
“It’s a small cut and not bleeding much. You’ll be okay, sugar.”
My heart flutters at his words and I meet his gaze in the mirror. His face matches mine—a mutual satisfaction.
“Come on, you naughty little girl,” he chuckles. “Let’s get you to bed before you make me do any other sinful shit. You’ve worn this old man out.”
Thirty minutes later, we’re clean again and curled up together under the covers in the dark. His naked body pressed against my backside warms me and I want to stay in his strong arms forever. Tonight has been a step away from reality—a reality I don’t ever want to go back to.
I want to be Zeke’s Eden.
Not Daddy’s little girl.
Or Parker’s cold fish girlfriend.
I want to be the whore on the side. Zeke’s whore.
But what happens when I have to face reality? When my parents wonder where I’m at? What I’ve been up to?
“My mom went to Cal State. You should check into it. Mom’s an alum and would love to talk your ear off about the education system needing more teachers,” he says into my hair after some time, interrupting my thoughts.
He speaks warmly of her and I hope I get to meet her one day.
“You’re getting me all excited about this,” I sigh. “Seems like a pipe dream. What about you? Bartender for life?”
His body tenses and he hugs me tighter. “Maybe. I used to be big in the finance world. Not anymore though,” he clips out.
I sense that he doesn’t want to talk anymore about it so I exhale. “Okay, well pouring drinks isn’t a bad thing. You’re pretty good at it,” I tease. “That one drink you let me have was amazing.”
He chuckles and inhales my hair while his fingers graze circles on my belly. “I’m amazing at lots of things. Like eating your pussy and fingering your ass.”
“Oh my God, you are so vulgar,” I shriek but I’m humored by his words.
“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be worse,” he taunts, tickling my belly. “And I’ll be so proud.”
I roll over in his arms to escape his tickling and soon his hot breath is on my lips. Nothing is funny about the way he grazes his soft lips over mine. Not one single thing is humorous about the way his fingers slide into my hair and he grips me as if I’ll suddenly float away. Our kiss is soft at first and soon warps into a promise.
As much as my body throbs to connect with him again, he never takes it any further than kissing me as if his life depends on it.
And we kiss until we’re too tired to kiss anymore.
We fall asleep in each other’s arms and all is right in my little world.
As the sun comes in through the window and warms her naked flesh, I stare at her. She’s beautiful and mine. Four years ago, I loved someone—obsessed over them to the brink of insanity—but with Eden, something’s different.
She’s innocent and pure.
Unlike Celeste.
But despite Celeste’s mistakes, I’d give anything to see her smile again. A smile Robert Forrest so easily took away from her.
My mind twists into ugly thoughts of the past and a part of me wants to find his disfigured ass. I’d love to fuck his face up more than it already is with my fists. I know better though. If I want to keep the beautiful angel in my bed, I can’t obsess over shit like Robert. It only ended up punishing me in the end. Not his stupid ass. No justice was ever served for him aside from having to look in the mirror every day.
I trail a finger over Eden’s tit—a tit that’s littered with hickeys and bruises. My cock hardens at the beauty of it. She’s as much of a freak beneath the sheets as I am and I love that she lets me try whatever shit I feel like doing.
I’m busy tracing lazy circles around her nipple when she speaks, her voice raspy with sleep.
“Good morning, hand
some.”
My eyes drag up to find her blue ones peeking out between her squinted eyelids. God, she’s even sexier in the morning.
“Good morning, sugar. Are you hungry?”
She nods slowly and I grunt when her tiny hand grips my thickened dick. “I’m very hungry,” she purrs.
Our eyes stay locked as she slides down the bed, taking the covers with her and eventually her lips find my cock. When her mouth slides over it, I groan and roll my eyes back into my head.
“Jesus, Eden!” I hiss out.
She’s barely sucking on the tip, all unsure about her tactics, but I’m fucking enjoying the hell out of it. It’s been a long damn time since I had a blow job.
“Mmm,” she moans and attempts to take me deeper. I nearly come down her throat when she gags. Sliding into her mouth, having her teeth scrape my shaft with her blond hair tickling my belly and thighs is fucking amazing.
I grab a handful of her hair and get into the rhythm she’s set for herself, slightly thrusting with each bob of her pretty little head. When I nearly come again, I yank her hair back.
“Ahh,” she yelps, her lust-filled eyes finding mine. Slobber hangs from her chin and if I had a camera I’d take a picture of her right now. So damn erotic.
I haul her up to my mouth and kiss her deep before flipping us over. Seconds later, my lubricated cock dives deep inside her hot center and she wails in delight. Last night I forgot the fucking condom in the bathroom but now I don’t care.
I’m making her mine.
“You like when I fuck you hard. Don’t you, sugar?” I growl and nip at her lip, thrusting wildly into her.
She nods and I grin at her.
“Good, I like fucking you hard too. Touch your clit, baby.”
Like the good little girl she is, she slips a hand between us and starts to finger the outside of her pussy. My hand slides to her throat. I yearn to choke her while I fuck her. For a moment, I wonder if she’ll hate it. But, the eager glint in her eyes tells me she won’t.
“I promise I will never hurt you,” I vow as I squeeze.
She nods and continues her assault on her clit.
Second after second, she grows more and more red. I expect her to scratch at me or try to push me away. Instead, my sweet girl massages herself harder and faster.
“That’s good,” I coo, my thrusts slowing. “Come before you pass out, sugar.”
It takes a few more intense massages before she chokes out in exhalation and her body quakes with an orgasm. Her gorgeous eyes roll back into her head and her mouth parts open. I grunt and release my grip. My seed releases from me and splashes every crevice inside of her, marking her from within. When I’m finally spent, I collapse on her and nuzzle my nose into her hair.
“I believe you were meant to be mine,” I murmur, hot breath tickling her ear.
Her nails trail up and down my sides. “I believe that too.”
She giggles and I decide right then that it’s the best fucking sound in the world. But a pounding on my front door, ends the beautiful sound and I’m instantly angry.
“What?” I bark, startling the woman in my arms.
Grant knows better than to bother me. I hope to fuck’s sake it isn’t Catherine.
“Dude, you need to get down here. Now. I’m sorry.”
I grunt and pull out of Eden. “Stay here. I’ll be right back. He probably needs me to help carry in some cases of alcohol or something.”
She flashes me a cute smile and sits up on her elbows. “I’ll be naked and waiting.”
Shaking my head, I climb off the bed and don’t even bother cleaning myself off. I yank a pair of jeans from my drawer and tug them on. When I look up, she’s eyeing my cock like it’s a damn breakfast burrito.
“Such a dirty little girl.” I laugh and wink at her.
Her cheeks blaze but she grins back. “Your dirty girl.”
As I near my front door, a thundering of footsteps ascends the stairwell and loud shouting echoes off the walls. What the fuck?
I yank open the door and am face to face with a tall, broad man who is flanked by a pussy boy. Both wear matching hate-filled scowls.
“Can I help you?” I snap.
The older man’s gaze isn’t on me but behind me. He’s eyeing my fucking Eden.
“Eden. What in God’s name?” the man snarls.
I clench my fists and am about to knock his ass out when she squeaks out one word.
“Daddy.”
Snapping my head over my shoulder, I see her quivering frame tugging the sheet around her naked body and her eyes dart around wildly.
“Get the fuck out of my apartment,” I growl, jerking my head toward the men who I know I can easily take and block the doorway. “She’s quite happy here with me.”
The pussy boy glares at me. “You tainted my girlfriend with your diseases and your sinful ways. She was saving herself for marriage—for me—and you ruined her.”
My blood boils and I bow my bare chest out. His eyes glance over my wicked tattoos, all given in the pen, before his eyes meet mine again.
“Stop talking about Eden as if she’s a goddamned piece of spoiled fruit.”
“Eden,” the older man barks out over my shoulder, “get dressed and come out here right now. We’re going home and we’ll see about getting you some church counselling when we get back. You’ve clearly been led into temptation as Eve was in the bible.”
I cringe at being compared to a fucking snake and shoot her an apologetic glance. Her eyes are downcast as she creeps off the bed to look for her clothes. It pisses me off that Grant let these motherfuckers in—and furthermore, how’d they know where to find her?
“You need to leave before I make you leave,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
The old man scoffs. “Like you did Robert Forrest?”
My blood turns to ice at the mention of the name. “What do you know about Robert?”
A slam of the bathroom door startles me for a moment but I don’t flinch and continue to glower at him.
“Enough,” he tells me with a smug bite to his voice.
We glare at each other until Eden emerges from the bathroom. Her cheeks are red and tearstained but she’s dressed, her naked body no longer visible to the pussy boy’s leering eyes.
“How did you f-f-find me?” she stammers out, refusing to look at her precious daddy.
The pussy speaks up. “When you called me last night, acting like a whore, I called Don and told him the story. Rebecca, after some duress, spilled your location and the name of this filth.”
“Call her a whore again and I’ll knock your fucking teeth out,” I roar, my fists just itching to make good on my promise.
“Parker, go downstairs. We’ll be down soon,” Don tells him.
He shoots Eden a nasty, threatening look before turning and stomping away. Don inches toward me and I square my shoulders.
“Eden, honey, there’s something you should know about this evil trash you let steal your innocence.” He frowns at me and shakes his head, his voice drips with condescension. “He’s fresh out of prison for second-degree attempted murder. Served four years in fact.”
She gasps and everything inside of me shatters at the sound. When I turn to look at her, her mouth is slack and open, hurt and horror crossing over her features.
“What? That can’t be true, Daddy,” she whimpers. Her eyes dart to mine, silently begging for it not to be true.
But it is. So fucking true.
I groan and run a hand through my hair. “Eden, let me explain.”
Her eyes blink several times as if she’s slipping out of a spell—a spell I put her under—and her chin quivers. “I trusted you.”
“Sugar, you don’t understand. Let me—”
She cuts me off, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I should go.”
When she passes by me, I clutch onto her bicep and she jolts from my touch. “Please don’t leave me, Eden.”
Even though I know she’s h
urt, I see the indecision in her eyes. She wants to stay with me. Me—convicted attempted murder felon—is an actual choice over her perfect world. But her father’s pull is a strong one and he wins. This time.
“My Lord,” he gasps and yanks her from my grip, “What has that man done to you? He abused you, Princess. You’re bruised all over your neck. This is the devil’s work. I’ll take you away from here and we’ll drive the sin out of your heart.”
“Eden,” I beg.
She allows herself to be dragged behind that fucking prick but she casts a sad glance over her shoulder.
“When you’re tired of his brainwashing, come back to me, sugar,” I growl.
Her nod is slight but I see it. She’ll come back to me. I know it in my heart.
I follow them down the stairs, past a pacing Grant, and out the front door. A sleek white, brand new Lexus awaits for them. Don yanks open the car door and shoves her into the backseat—into the waiting arms of Parker who shoots me a pleased grin. Motherfucker!
“She’ll come back, asshole. You can’t keep her forever,” I spit out at Don.
He pulls a card from his pocket and flicks it my direction. It swirls and lands on the pavement near my feet.
“Son, you stay away from her or I’ll have you locked back up before you even know what hit you. Money, which you clearly don’t have, goes a long way in this world and I’ll dish out whatever it takes to keep you from her. Goodbye, Mr. Wilder.”
Rage consumes me as he climbs into the car and charges out of sight. I haul off and kick the street lamp with my bare foot, ignoring the searing pain that explodes within.
“You just can’t stay out of trouble,” Grant groans from behind me.
I shrug my shoulders and pick up the card. “Asshole started it. I’ll finish it. She’s mine, not his.”
When I glance at him, he’s standing with his arms crossed over his broad chest and staring after the car. “Z, you can’t go after him or her. He’ll send you back to prison.”
“He can fucking try,” I snap and flip the cream-colored card over.
The name causes my eyes to pop open in disbelief. No fucking way. Sweet Eden is the daughter of Donald Fucking Blevins.
