Page 20 of Midnight Blue

“She married my dad after my mom died. She has two daughters and they were never kind to me but never out right mean… at least not in front of my dad. But when he got sick, the cruelty from her and my step-sisters increased. Now they treat me as if I’m their slave.”

She lets out a breath. I can see the weight she's been carrying starts to lift. I stay quiet and let her work through her thoughts until she continues “I’ve been working hard to help save money so I can buy the house before my dad dies. The house was my mother’s before she died.”

As she speaks my anger increases and my whole body is shaking with it. How could anyone treat someone like that? My childhood might not have been the greatest but I never doubted that my dad cared for me on some level. My thoughts are reeling from all her revelations.

Suddenly, Ella reaches up and cups my face. “It’s okay. I’m okay and I have a plan.”

“You don’t need a plan anymore. I’m here for you and I’ll tear her and her daughters down to nothing,” I curtly say.

She shakes her head. “You can’t do that for me.”

This fucking woman is crazy if she thinks I’m not going to do this for her. She seems to not understand that she’s mine and has been since I saw her standing next to the bar that night.

“I will and no one will stop me.” I lean down and crash my mouth to hers, showing her exactly how I feel.

Her phone vibrates in her purse. “Just ignore it,” she says against my lips.

I keep kissing her, dipping my tongue into her sinful mouth. Her phone vibrates again, and she lets out a frustrated breath. “Just check it. I’ll still be here when you’re done.”

Reluctantly letting me go, she walks over to the couch and picks up her purse to grab the phone. I use this moment to text Sergei.

Me: Find everything you can on Ella’s family, especially her step-mother.

Sergei: On it.

Tucking my phone back into my pocket, I look over at the gorgeous woman who has restarted my frozen heart after all of these years.

fourteen

Ella

Putting my phone back into my purse I turn around to find Mikhail leaning against the doorway to the kitchen staring at me.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah it was just my friend making sure I’m okay.”

Reaching for me he pulls me into his chest, giving me a chaste kiss on the lips. “And are you okay?”

With a soft smile, I drape my arms around his neck. I lean up on my tippy toes and give him my own kiss on his beautiful pouty lips, whispering, “I’m perfect.”

Tightening his arms against me, he uses his tongue to coax my mouth open. I need to feel him. I need to feel his skin against mine. I move my hands down to his shirt and rub them against his hard chest before I start unbuttoning his shirt. When I finally get them undone, I caress my hands over his shoulders, pushing his shirt to the ground. He’s just as exquisite as I remember.

I kiss my way down his chest but before I can get too low, Mikhail grips my hair pulling my head back to look into my eyes. He drags his rough finger down over my dress until he gets to the hem of my dress. Pulling up my dress, he pushes my thong to the side and he slowly starts to tease my clit. But I need more, I need him.

As he rubs his fingers through my folds, I groan. “More.”

Mikhail kisses my neck and says, “Don’t worry, Daddy has you.”

He lifts me up into his arms and my legs instantly wrap around his waist. We continue to kiss as he carries us down a hallway into the bedroom. He tosses me on the huge, soft bed, and I land on my back spread out just for him.

He crawls up my body between my spread thighs and hovers over me, asking, “Are you ready for me, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I answer enthusiastically as my legs open wider to give him more access. It feels so right deep in my bones. I have never been so ready for anything in my life.

Smacking my inner thigh, I yelp with the sensation, but I can feel my pussy getting wetter, especially when he demands. “Yes, what?”

I know what he wants and I don’t want to make him wait. “Yes, Daddy,” I purr.

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