Page 467 of Filthy Elites

“Mom,” Starling gasps. “How”

Before she can say anything, I interrupt. “Don’t worry, Cassidy, I promise to take the very best care of her. Thank you so much for being so wonderful about this. My parents are having a pool party this weekend, of course Starling will be coming, but we’d love for you to come too. Family is so important to my parents and they don’t just want to get to know Starling, they want you to feel comfortable with them too.”

“Oh that would be so lovely, your parents made me feel so welcome last night, I’d love to join you. Your mom and I exchanged cell numbers, so please have her call me with the details.”

“Perfect,” I smile. “We are going to order pizza for dinner, are you joining us? Is there anything specific you like?” I ask her, while Starling just gapes at me.

Cassidy waves her hand in the air, “No, you kids just feed yourselves, I have so much to do to get this book finished, I’m planning to just hole up in here for the rest of the night.”

“We’re going over to Hunter’s place to watch a movie once we’ve eaten, so we won’t be here to disturb you.”

“Sebastian, that is so sweet of you to think of me, but you don’t need to worry, my office is soundproofed. I’m always telling Starling she can bring her friends around, but it’s usually just Courtney.”

“I need to find a new job,” Starling says loudly.

“We talked about that, baby,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Starling, I agree with Sebastian, you need to concentrate on your schoolwork and having a job in the evenings and weekends just isn’t appropriate now you’re back at GAA.”

“But spending the evening watching movies with Hunter is?” Starling spits.

“As long as you’ve finished all of your homework, then yes it is,” Cassidy says, straightening her spine and steeling her voice. “I’m not going to argue with you about this, high school is important, so is making friends and being a kid. I’ve talked to my publisher’s PR people today and we’ve worked out a plan to market my back catalog better. I know you think you need to act like an adult, but you don’t. I’m the parent, so no job, more focus on being sixteen.”

“But, Mom” Starling starts.

“Enough Starling. Now scoot, I have work to do and you have pizza to eat and a cute boy to make out with. With the door open,” Cassidy laughs, dismissing us as she turns her attention to the screen in front of her.

Starling starts to protest, so I grab her hand and tug her from the room, closing the door behind us.

“What the hell are you doing?” she shrieks, all of the stunned silence from a few moments ago gone and replaced with indignant outrage.

“Letting your mom know what my intentions are,” I smirk.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Little bird, you haven’t seen anything yet, there isn’t a limit to what I’d do to keep you.”

“You can’t keep something that isn’t yours in the first place.”

Turning her, I press her against the wall, collaring her throat with my hand as I lean in and kiss her. Sliding my tongue into her mouth, I barely repress a smile when her own tongue immediately tangles with mine. There’s no hesitation, she‘s kissing me with just as much fervor as I’m kissing her. Her hands are gripping my blazer, and despite what she might try to say later, she’s not trying to push me away.

Sliding my leg between hers, I use my free hand to push her skirt up and palm her ass, tilting her forward until her cunt is pressed against my thigh. Rolling my hips, I grind against her core and she moans, arching into my touch, not away from it.

She can deny the connection between us as much as she wants, but her body is betraying her, it knows that she belongs to me, and that the only person who can give her the pleasure and release she needs, is me.

In time she’ll learn that only my touch will satisfy her and I crave that, crave her needing me to feel good. Not that she’ll ever have the chance to know what it feels like to be touched by anyone but me. Most of what I said to Cassidy might have been bullshit to get her on board with my plans for her daughter, but Starling being my world was one-hundred-percent true. She’s who I wake up thinking about and the image that chases me into my dreams. She’s everything, and I’ll do whatever it takes to tie her to me.

Tightening my hold on her throat, I grind my leg a little more vigorously against her cunt and she pants, a cry falling from her lips as I fuck her mouth with my tongue, squeezing her ass and guiding her to roll her hips.

She comes on a startled cry, her grip on my blazer tightening as her body jerks and shudders as she comes all over my pants.

“If you’re not mine, why was your tongue in my mouth? If you’re not mine, why is your skirt around your waist and my hand on your ass? If you’re not mine, why are my pants wet from where your pussy has soaked them with your cum?”

Pulling her head away she closes her eyes, trying to hide from me and the truth of my words, but I release her throat and grab her chin instead, squeezing. “Open your eyes, you don’t get to lie to me and hide from me. Look me in the face and tell me how I’ve given you two orgasms today but I don’t fucking own you.”

I force her gaze to lock with mine, refusing to allow her to deny this for a second longer. Her silence is more telling than any words. I let her sulk as I order pizza and we sit together in her bedroom, eating and doing homework. It’s a strangely nice and domestic moment but she’s tense, waiting for me to do something or say something.

When the pizza boxes are finished, I collect all the trash and stand. “You need to get changed, we’re going to Hunter’s.”

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