Page 59 of Tainted Essence

Clearly her parents didn’t change a single thing in here when she moved out, it’s like time was frozen in this place and she’s still a sixteen-year-old kid.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” she mutters as she pushes a door open on the left hand side of her room. She doesn’t close it all the way and a part of me is wondering if that’s an invitation to join. I push that thought away and scold myself, seeing me fucking his daughter in photos is one thing but hearing her scream my name in his house is asking for him to murder me.

Instead of following after her like I want to, I distract myself by looking around her room. She has photos on her desk. I know I shouldn’t breach her privacy but fuck me, it’s hard not to when I spot a picture of her in her swimsuit on the top. She looks stunning in that all white two-piece bathing suit. I flip to the next one and feel a twinge of sadness for my friend, Chaos and Havoc stand there with a beer in each hand and an arm around each other as they smile at the camera. I feel for him, losing a piece of your soul must be fucking heartbreaking. When we thought we lost Waverly it nearly destroyed our family.

When I hear the shower shut off, I drop the pictures and claim a seat at the end of her bed. I am man enough to admit that my palms are sweating and my heart is racing as nerves spur to life inside me. My breathing grows choppy the longer she takes to come out. When that bathroom door finally opens, I stop breathing for a second. I slowly turn to face her and have to bite back the groan that wants to rip free at the sight of her in nothing but a towel. Her long blonde hair is wet and dripping, she is a wet fucking dream.

“I’m all talked out, Taylan.”

I swallow and nod. “Okay,” I say dejectedly and slowly stand.

She frowns. “Are you leaving?” I hear the pain in her voice but I can also hear the undertones of anger there as well.

“I don’t want to,” I answer honestly. “But, I also don’t want you to feel pressured?—”

“I don’t feel pressured.”

“Then tell me what you want, Slayer. I’m right here.”

She takes a deep breath and peers up at me through her lashes. “Stay.” One word, that’s all it takes before I’m pulling my hoodie and shirt off in one swift motion, then pushing my pants down my legs, leaving me in my boxers. Her eyes drink in the sight of my near nakedness. She nibbles on her bottom lip and fuck me, the sight has my cock growing hard at the thought of sinking into her tight wet pussy but tonight isn’t about that. I snatch my shirt off the floor and toss it to her. She catches it, only to shoot me a frown.

“Keep making fuck me eyes while you’re standing in a towel and I’ll say fuck it to respecting your father’s house and fuck you.” A wicked gleam enters her eyes and I groan. “Slayer!” I scold her, earning an eye roll and huff from her. The dirty rotten little shit makes a show of dropping the towel, exposing all of her naked glory before slowly pulling my shirt on. “I swear to God you are going to pay for that move.”

“Making more promises you can’t keep?”

“Oh, baby, you and I both know I can have your fingertips gripping those sheets like it's a lifeline.” Before the conversation can continue a knock sounds at her door, I groan internally. This is going to look real fucking good, me standing in my boxers and her in my shirt. Before I can even move to grab my pants the door opens to reveal her mother. I snatch the cover off her bed and wrap it around my waist, doing my best to hide my raging hard on! I sigh in relief at the sight of her and not Gage.

Fuck!

The second Anya takes a step to the side, Gage is right there with a dark look on his face, my hackles raise immediately.

“We have a problem,” he grits out, his tone leaves no room for argument. I snatch my pants off the floor and turn my back to them as I drop the comforter and pull them on. Before leaving to follow Gage, I step in front of Destiny and cup her face between my hands. She looks apprehensive and I can’t blame her.

“I’m not running, I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Taylan,” she whispers.

I place a quick chaste kiss to her lips, ignoring her father’s growl. “This is one I’m going to keep, I swear it.” I release her, step past Anya and follow Gage downstairs. When we make it to the living room I cringe at the sight of all his brothers and Vincent.

Definitely should have stolen my shirt back.

They all take in the sight of me shirtless with my jeans still unbuttoned and they don’t look impressed by the sight at all, but there isn’t much I can fucking do about that now. I try to gauge why they would all be here at this hour but their faces give nothing away except for the disdain at the sight of me half-dressed and coming from their nieces room.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“Koda isn’t going to Ireland.” I inhale sharply at Vincent’s reply.

“Why?” I press.

“It appears the mother of his child has had a change of heart regarding his punishment and we can’t risk her setting him free.” I stare at Bishop in shock, thinking I must have heard him wrong.

“I won’t chance that cock sucker getting free after what he did to my…” Gage clamps his mouth closed, unable to finish his sentence. Fuck this. I rip my phone out of my pocket and hit dial on Kimber’s number not caring about the time difference, she answers on the fourth ring.

“Taylan?” she says when she answers.

“Don’t you fucking Taylan me!” I roar.

“Let me explain,” she pleads.

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