Page 163 of Devil's Bargain

“Hurry, babe!” she moans, wriggling.

I grit my teeth and work my dick inside her tight heat.

“Yes!” she moans, pulling the short hair at the nape of my neck.

I can’t... I can’t fucking get off like this! Thanks to April and the fantasies she’s put in my head, there is something seriously wrong with me.

I wrap my hand around Maddie’s throat and squeeze as I start pumping my hips.

Her eyes widen in panic, and she brings her hands up, clawing at my wrist.

I shake my head, pounding her harder. “You wanted it, Mads! This is how I fuck!”

Her eyes are bulging. “Rick! Stop!”

I don’t.

When she scratches my cheek hard enough to draw blood, I pause.

“What homework have you got?” My dad asks as he enters the kitchen.

I look up from the notebook in front of me on the kitchen island and drop my pen. “Calculus. It’s a nightmare!”

My dad chuckles. “But it will take you places, remember that.” He pours himself coffee.

“I thought you were off today?” I say, gesturing to his pristine suit.

He shakes his head and takes a sip. The coffee must be too hot because he grimaces. “Business meeting this afternoon.”

”You’ve been away more than usual lately.”

He nods, blowing on the coffee. “Big case.”

I don’t ask questions because the truth is, it’s always a big case. I get up and walk over to the fridge. Rooting through it, I grab a protein shake. “Where’s Mom?”

She’s gone to prepare for next week’s charity dinner. She’ll be at your game tomorrow.

I narrow my eyes as he drains the coffee and puts the empty cup down on the counter. “What happened to your face?”

He looks confused. “What?”

“There’s a scratch.” I point to it.

He sniffs and straightens his black tie. “Shaving accident.”

I watch him walk out without anotherword. “Nice talking to you too, old man.”

“No...” I whisper, my eyes flicking between Maddie’s tear-filled ones.

”They sold me, Rick. To a man old enough to be my dad. That’s why I couldn’t tell you.”

“Rick, you’re scaring me!” Maddie whimpers. I should let her go, but I can’t. I’m frozen to the spot.

”Do you like to buy things, Baron?” She drags out his name, placing emphasis on the ‘buy.’’

My dad’s jaw ticks. “As a matter of fact, I do. Money is a powerful thing, April. It can buy you anything you want!”

“Not everything.”

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