Page 7 of Daddy's Addiction

But then she stops in the doorway, turns her head over her shoulder, and gifts me with a soft smile. “Yes, Daddy.” She sashays out of the room, taking my balls with her and leaving my mouth agape.

I flick the lid off my juice and guzzle it down with only one thought.

How in the hell am I not going to fuck my stepdaughter?

ChapterFour

Jade

Aloud giggle interrupts my thoughts and freezes my blood. I flick off the television and throw the remote on the lacy pink bedding, grimacing at the abomination of prettiness. Moving toward my bedroom door, the high-pitched noise becomes louder, grating on my nerves. Did he bring a woman back here? When only last night he was going to fuck me against the wall.

He’s an animal, albeit a gorgeous one.

My fists tighten at his blatant disregard for my feelings. Does he feel anything for me at all? Or was I just another fuck toy, like all the other women he uses for his needs? How can he easily discard me for another body to empty his load into? Jealousy flows through me and I curl my lip in disgust as I tear open the bedroom door. My feet slap against the tiles of the spiral staircase as I storm toward the living area.

My gorgeous stepfather sits on the couch with his arms draped along the back, and his hand tightens around his glass as I approach.

Tommy’s legs are stretched out wide and his white shirt is open, showcasing his tattooed skin. Skin I want to drag my tongue over and explore. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.

The blonde beside him roams her hand up and down his chiseled body, making me want to tear her talons from her fingers.

When she turns to face me, I almost choke. She’s the complete opposite of me, and again, inadequacy races through my body at lightning speed.

“Who are you?” I ask, giving her my full attention and ignoring Tommy altogether. I hate myself for sounding so vulnerable in this moment, but I lift my chin and cross my arms over my chest, allowing the anger to take over.

She nuzzles against his neck and acts as though I’m not even there. Like I’m insignificant. Tommy’s lip lifts at the side. He loves making me feel insignificant like everyone else in my life does.

God, he makes me want to slap him across his handsome face.

Instead of wavering under their scrutiny, I stand taller. I have spent my entire life in boarding school and dealt with my fair share of bullies. I know how to handle them just fine.

When the blonde doesn’t respond, I turn my attention toward Tommy, ignoring the woman. “Do you know this one’s name?” I tilt my head in her direction, and the blonde sucks in a sharp disgruntled noise of surprise while raising her head from his neck. Her eyes flick from me to Tommy and back again.

“The one last night didn’t last very long, did she?” I grind out, letting him know how pissed I am with how easily he disposed of me.

He works his jaw from side to side as if he’s thinking of a sharp comeback. Then his eyes latch on to mine. “She was far too inexperienced for me.” His lips twitch, and I narrow my eyes on him.

My heart hammers in my chest and my mind whirls with his words as I curl my fingers into fists at my side. He doesn’t miss the action either and slowly raises his glass to his lips, but not before giving me a mock salute with it—all while his bimbo’s eyes ping-pong between us.

I seethe with internal rage. The bastard. He watches me closely, expecting me to give in and stomp away like a child.

Well, fuck him, and fuck her too.

I narrow my eyes and raise my chin. “My daddy tried to fuck me last night,” I snipe out and drop my eyes to the blonde, whose mouth gapes open. “And now he’s saying he doesn’t want me because I’m too inexperienced.” I wobble my lip ever so slightly, just enough for it to warrant a look of hurt.

My time in boarding school helped me learn techniques to stay alive among a pack of ravenous wolves who rip apart the weak.

Weak, I am not.

Tommy chokes on his drink, and the blonde pulls away from him with a look of disgust marring her plastic features. A smile itches to form on my lips, but I force it back and straighten my lips into a scowl. But when Tommy slams his drink onto the table in front of him and jumps to his feet with his face contorted in anger, I second-guess my actions. Maybe I went too far.

He lunges for me and grabs me so roughly by the arm he’ll leave marks, then drags me from the room, and heat radiates from him as his chest heaves uncontrollably. His grip tightens further when my bare feet slide across the marble floor reluctantly, my toes curl into the marble in a lame attempt to stop our movements. “I’m sorry,” I whine, realizing I’ve gone too far.

“Sorry?” he spits as he bends down and picks me up, then throws me over his shoulder to quicken the pace.

He strides up the stairs two at a time and swings open my bedroom door before dropping me on my bed, and I bounce from the abrupt force.

Exhaling loudly, he steps back.

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