Page 63 of Legacy

Defiance bleeds from her stare. Her pores. Reagan’s body wiggles against me, but she’s not fighting for freedom, even as she shoots me a beautifully vicious glare.

“Why do I care?” I repeat her question.

She nods, swallowing hard. “You avoid me whenever you get the chance. You’ve been trying to get me to leave since I got here. You barely said two words to me this morning even after we…” She doesn’t finish the sentence. “Even after last night.”

Her words are always so fucking sweet rolling off her tongue. All it makes me want to do is sully it. To cover it in cum until she’s as filthy as the thoughts I have about her.

“So yes, I’m asking you why all of a sudden you care, Jesse?” Her voice wobbles at the end.

She’s trying to be strong, but my hand on her hip has her composure faltering. Her body melts in my arms, and I wish I’d stripped before storming into the shower just so I could feel her wet body against mine.

“Because I tried to warn you, Reagan, but you just kept pushing. You think you can handle me and my world, but it will eat you alive.Trust me.” I swallow, knowing a little too much about that. “But now you’re here. You got under my skin. You forced yourself in. You made yourself mine to look out for. To fight for. To protect.Mine. Whether you like it or not. So if someone’s bothering you, you’re going to tell me so I can dealwith it.”

Emotions war in her eyes. She barely blinked through my confession. Her mouth parts, but she snaps it shut again like she’s debating what to say to me.

I lift a hand to her jaw, dragging my thumb over her lower lip. “Why are you scared of him, Reagan? What did he do to you?”

That question is enough to snap her out of her trance, and I watch as her eyes gloss, and she throws her walls back up.

“Nothing.” The lie is nearly a whisper.

“I don’t believe you.” And I don’t understand why she’s refusing to tell me. “Answer my question.”

She tilts her chin up. “Or else what?”

Bratty defiance.

She’s so fucking young. So much life to live. So many things to learn.

Like the fact that I have ten years on her, and those years gave me enough patience that I’m not backing down.

Her eyes flare as she takes in my smirk. She knows without asking that she shouldn’t have challenged me. But it’s not regret in her gaze because whether she’ll admit it or not, this is what she wants.

I grab her hips with my hands and spin her around. Her wet ass presses against my jeans, and I can’t help rocking her body against my aching cock. That relief needs to wait, but I can’t resist just feeling her.

One arm wraps her waist, while I reach the other up and dislodge the showerhead from its brace.

“What are you doing, Jesse?” Nervous excitement skitters through her tone.

“I’m the one asking the questions, sweetheart.” I change the setting on the showerhead, lowering it down her front. “And you can come when I get my answers.”

“What—” Her words cut off as I pause with the showerhead between her legs. Her nails bite into my arms as she wiggles. “That feels… fuck.”

“Such a dirty word from your sweet little mouth.” I adjust the setting, and she crumbles against me.

I’m holding her up as she thrashes again. Her wet hair sticks to my neck. Water sticks my clothes to my skin.

Reagan looks up at me and her eyes flutter, dew making her cheeks shine. Droplets of water drip down her full tits. Every inch of her is soft and perfect.

And mine.

This woman brings out every dark, twisted, possessive part of me.

Her hips buck toward the showerhead as her eyelashes flutter. She’s on the brink, so I shift the stream of water from her clit to her stomach, cutting her off.

“Jesse—” Her eyes fly open.

Desperation spills with my name. She scratches at my arm, trying to force me to move the showerhead back to where she’s aching.

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