Page 19 of Twisted Bonds
I slam my empty champagne flute on the table beside us and walk away. Spying the restroom sign just past where Bain and Anna are talking, I keep my eyes ahead and make a beeline for it. I hear my name being called, but I don't stop for whoever it is. I need a moment to gather myself together after that conversation. The fact that Benji thought I was playing mystepfatheris laughable, but it doesn't make it any easier to hear.My question is, has Bain been telling people about us, and if so, who all knows that I've been fucking my stepfather?
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I'm in trouble. The moment I laid my eyes upon Ryan in her evening gown, I knew I was a goner. This isn't working…this agreement that we have going. It was a great idea, but this was before I really got to know the girl who grew into a woman before my very eyes. I knew we shouldn't have been doing what we had done, the intimate aspect of our relationship, due to my son,but it was just between us. The only other person who knows is Helen, and she found out accidentally. Ryan doesn't even know that Helen knows.
It's nobody's business but ours. Now, I'm worried. Every time I'm near Ryan, my body stirs to life. It's not just my dick that reacts to her presence, but my heart does, too. However, I can't tell her, or I'll push her away. I know her heart belongs to my son; it always will. If I were to say to her that I was falling for her, she would call it quits. She only needs me because I can give her what her body craves more than anything else—pain.
If that is the only way I can keep her, so be it. I'll take what I can and dominate the fuck out of her, giving her what she needs. It's unfortunate that there is a difference between needing and wanting. Ryan's body may need me, but her heart wants Beau, my son. Oddly enough, I'm okay with that. At least, that's what I keep telling myself.
Bringing Ryan with me on this trip to Italy may not have been the best idea, but I wasn't kidding about the investors expecting me to have a woman on my arm. I don't want nor do I need any woman hanging from my arm,other than Ryan. She's deserving, and I'm proud to show her off. I wanted to doll her all up and show all the other wealthy women here vying for my attention that the woman on my arm was precious and the only one deserving to be with me.
I bought her the jewels not because the other women would be showing theirs off but because it makes me feel like she is genuinely mine, if only for the night. She looks gorgeous in the jewels, though. I plan on fucking her while she’s wearing all three pieces, too.
Ryan isn't all about money, and it shows. It's just another reason why I need her in my life. Ryan isreal, I value her above others, and although we may not be in love, our connection is just as real as she is. It's rare to find someone like Ryan, which only makes it that much harder to stay away from her. Honestly, I haven't felt this way since Chloe, my first wife, and I thought I never would again. Ryan is my next choice if I can't have my first true love. My son chose well, and if he ever came back and wanted her, it'd be hard to give her up to him, but only because he's left her and is undeserving of her love now. However, had I known the real Ryan before the whole mess with the D'Angelos, I would have fought tooth and nail for Beau to have Ryan in his life. I would want my son to have that love like I had with his mother.
Standing here, talking to my event planner, Anna, and listening to her tell me of all the issues she had setting this event up, I can only think about Ryan and what she said earlier. She said she would be willing to do anything just to be able to come. Does she think that low of me? Have I ever given her that indication? Granted, I have done that with past submissives, but never with Ryan, not after we started our agreement.
I swear I can sense her before she even passes by me. Then, her perfume wafts through the air, hitting my senses immediately as she walks by, putting me on high alert. It takes me a few seconds, but I recognize the stiffness of her shoulders and the way she's walking—she's pissed about something.
"Ryan!" I call out to her, but she doesn't acknowledge me. I turn around and find Benji also staring after her. When he notices me looking at him, he grins and nods, almost like he did back when we hit the club together before Lacey, and he would do me a favor with a woman. He's saying, "You're welcome."
Fuck! What did he do?
"Excuse me, Anna," I say to my planner but don't stay long enough to hear her response because I don't give a fuck.
A woman walks out of the woman's powder room just as I get to the door. She gives me a once-over and then walks away. Pushing the door open, I'm happy to see no other women in here, only Ryan as she stands at the vanity. She’s gripping the edge of the marble counter, head down and eyes closed.
Locking the door first, I walk over to her, the carpet muffling my footsteps as I move, and then I'm behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "What's wrong, pretty girl?"
She jumps and pushes away from me. "Get out. I don't want to talk to you right now. I can't even look at you!”
Ryan's words gut me, but most of all, they confuse and anger me as well. "What the hell is going on, Ryan?" I reach for her again, but she slaps my hand away.
"If you won't leave, then I will!" She goes to move past me, but I grab her around the waist and press her against the wall, using my body to keep her there.
"You do not get to talk to me that way and not tell me why when asked!" I'm livid, but not at Ryan. No. I'm livid at whatever it was that Benji said to her, but I'm hurt that she didn't talk to me about it first.
"Oh, you love talking, don't you? Do you like talking to Benji, too?" she asks sarcastically.
I feel like this is a trick question, so I ask her one of my own, "What did he say to you?"
"How about you tell me what it is thatyoutalk tohimabout?"
"What do you mean, Ryan? We talk business. It's all we ever talk about these days. Why?"
"Oh? You've never talked to him about us? You've never told him how you like to fuck your stepdaughter?"
My gut clenches, but only because I hate being reminded of our actual relationship. "No! I've never talked to anyone about us. What we do is private. It isn't anyone's business but yours and mine!" I caress my thumbover her bottom lip. "I don't want to share you with anyone, including talking aboutus, Ryan. Now, please, tell me what he said to you."
Her glare falters, and she begins to sag, but I know what my little sweet whore needs now, so I wrap my hand around her throat and lean in, biting her plump lip. "Tell me, pretty girl…"
"Do you feel I'm taking advantage of you or playing with your emotions?" Her lip trembles just a little.
"What? Of course, I don't. Why would…" I pause. "Is that what Benji told you? Ryan, I've never discusseduswith him or anyone!"
"How did he know?"
