Page 29 of Rough Daddy
I want this. I want him.
Even if it can't last forever. Even if there's a fifteen-year-old boy back home who's probably wondering why his sister abandoned him, and will never forgive her for choosing some stranger over him.
"Good man," Jack says, clapping Beau on the shoulder. "Take care of your girl."
"Always," Beau promises, and the certainty in his voice makes my heart race.
The second we're around the corner of the hardware store, out of sight from the crowd, Beau pins me against the brick wall. His mouth crashes down on mine, hot and desperate.
"Fuck, Tina. You don't get it. I'll fucking wreck you."
"Let me see the real you," I interrupt, a fierceness growing inside me. "I promise I won't break. I want to hurt. I want to remember."
"You want the real me?" His hands slide under my shirt, spanning my ribs. "I'll split you in half. I'll leave marks all overthis perfect skin so you remember who fucking owns you. You ready for that, little girl?"
"Yes," I gasp, arching into his touch. "All of you. Stop protecting me from what I want."
Something snaps in his expression. The careful control finally cracks, and what's left behind makes me gush between my legs.
"Garage. Right fucking now." He locks his thick fingers around my wrist. "Because if we don't move, I'm gonna bend you over right fucking here and show this whole town who you belong to."
Ten
Beau
The garage door slams behind us, the sound echoing off concrete and steel. It’s empty, thank fuck. I’d hate to traumatize Dolores, but something tells me she’s logged onto RedTube a few times herself.
In the dim light filtering through dusty windows, Tessa looks like something out of a fucking dream.
Mine.
The word pounds through my skull like a war drum. No more toys. No more barriers. No more pretending I'm not going to consume every inch of her. When she touched me before the dance, it felt like my DNA splintered.
The memory of a broken doll, of IVs, oxygen and stitches, flashed through my brain, but it felt different. The other times I was too big, too strong, too dangerous. I hurt people. But it didn’t apply to her. It never will. A new trust in myself took over and I knew I would claim what’s mine. Hot and hard, wet and screaming.
"Last chance to run, princess." I swallow through the tightness in my throat, remembering her scent from the toy. "Because once I get my hands on you, you're not leaving this garage the same way you came in."
She backs toward my workbench, never breaking eye contact. "I told you. I want to remember everything."
Remember.There’s that fucking word again. Like this is temporary.
Over my dead fucking body.
"You want the real me? Fine. Get on that workbench. Now."
She hops up without hesitation, legs spreading automatically to make room for me between them.
"Good girl." I step between her thighs, my hands spanning her waist. "You know what you are to me?"
"What?" Her voice is breathless. Needy.
"You're mine. My responsibility. My obsession." I lean in until our foreheads touch. "My dirty little secret that I'm never giving up."
Her breath catches. "Beau..."
"That's not my name right now."
"Daddy," she corrects, and the word goes straight to my cock. "I'm yours, Daddy."
