Page 35 of Tainted Empire (Sins of Our Father)

“To hell with them,” I growl, pushing the head of my cock into her wet, swollen heat as she groans into my mouth.

“To hell with everything, but you,” I whisper, knowing that I mean that more than I’ve meant anything in a while.

Her tightness grips my cock, sucking it in with greedy pulls as her ankles lock around my waist, the spikes of her heels digging into my ass as I fuck her deep and slow.

“Look at how you open up for me, Red. Like a flower. My little flower that blooms for me, only for me,” I growl into her mouth, her moan vibrating every inch of my body as I fuck her deep into her mattress.

I pull her head back, her lips smacking away from mine as I look into her hazel eyes. She blushes at the contact, and I swear right here and now, no other woman will be able to satisfy me like Alison Bailey can. She is now my wish for heaven and my grant for eternal hell.

My hips begin to piston against her, my cock fucking every inch of this pussy that’s only been explored by me and me alone, the thought making the beast inside me rear its ugly head as I fuck her with abandon, her beautiful breasts bouncing under her dress as her pussy stutters around my pounding cock and her red lips open in a cry.

Her orgasm is long and fierce, pulling at me in greedy waves as she shakes and mewls against me. I grab her by the shoulders and pull her into me, wrapping her in a tight embrace while I fuck her through her climax. Her moans bleed together and her pussy sucks me deep, my balls drawing tight as the head of my cock kisses every inch of her tight heat. I can’t stop myself, I come deep and hard, pushing all the way in as I roar into her strawberry hair, her hands gripping my biceps while her heels bite into my back.

I pull back to gaze at her, the lusty haze of her eyes pulling me under as I bend to kiss her freckled nose, breathing the scent of her deep into my lungs.

“I won’t smile at her again, not at any woman, but make no mistake, this is mine. Every inch of you belongs to me and it’d be better for the both of us if you’d just stop denying it,” I growl, biting her lip before I stand and tuck my softening cock into my pants and zip them up.

I grab her panties off the floor, sliding them back up her legs before I duck under her dress and kiss her sopping wet pussy. I pull away and help her stand, smoothing her wild hair down as I kiss her throat.

“Be a good girl and go back to your party. I’ll be seeing you soon, flower,” I say before I reluctantly turn and leave her in her room, her wide eyes staring at me as I shut the door and leave the house with only one thought in my mind: I’m telling my dad the plan to take over Bailey Ranch is off.

I want Ali more than I want the business.

26

The party wasthree days ago, and I still can’t shake the feeling of Hunter’s hands on my body or the dark words that he whispered to me.

I went back to the party in a daze, not really paying attention to what anyone was saying when they came to speak to me because all that I could think of was the way Hunter’s dark blue eyes searched mine while he drove into my body with relentless thrusts.

I didn’t miss the glares that Hannah gave me the rest of the night either. Hunter went home after, and when I had to make a speech about the vet clinic’s grand opening, I kept stumbling over my words from the memories of how well our bodies moved together. I want to hate that man, with every fiber of my being I do, but it’s impossible when every fiber of my being calls to him. When every inch of my skin itches to be near him, even though my heart feels guarded because of him, my mind and my body have other plans.

It’s the morning of the livestock auction and I’m struggling to get out of bed. I remember Earl said a lot of ranch owners get up at nearly three in the morning to prepare for this, but thank God he’s a saint because there’s no way I could do that. Especially when I can’t sleep because my thoughts are occupied due to an overbearing, demanding cowboy that invades my thoughts and my dreams.

I sigh and stretch my arms out before I hop out of bed, shower and get dressed in a pair of jeans and one of my nice, blue sweaters. It’s starting to get colder out and I’m thankful I don’t have to wear shorts that much anymore. I hate my legs and I also hate the chafing burn that I get after walking the horses and watering the flowers all morning.

When I finish my cup of tea downstairs, Earl comes barreling in with a smile and a dirt-covered pair of overalls. Not to mention, he smells like literal shit.

“The boys and I just finished clearing Barn four for the auction. The trailer is hooked up to my truck whenever you’re ready to go,” he says, not a hint of exhaustion in his eyes even though he’s already been up and working for nearly twelve hours.

“How many auctions are there a year?” I ask, rinsing out my cup in the sink before I walk with him out the front door and get into his truck.

“They usually have one once a month, but the winter months are a little more spacy due to the weather,” he says as Rob and a few other staff members wave from their work truck that also has a trailer.

“I take it we’re trying to buy a lot?” I ask stupidly, staring at the trailers as we leave the ranch and drive down the road.

“That’s the goal,” he says, hesitation in his voice.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, eyeing him as he drives us into town and towards the warehouse that the auction will be at.

“The auctions are where you get the best bang for your buck. Prices are cheap, but also more expensive because some of the best livestock breeders in the country are coming…”

“And?”

“And that means that Ezra Brooks and his staff are probably already there bidding, the greedy fuckers,” he growls, sparking up a cigarette as we drive in silence until we reach the warehouse at the end of town.

We hop out and I glance around, spotting Hunter’s truck alongside his dad’s with two trailers linked up to them. Earl catches me glaring and pats my shoulders reassuringly as we all walk into the warehouse.

“Don’t worry, Miss Ali. Just let me handle everything and write the check. I just want you to see how it’s done in case…well, you know. I’m an old man and you never know what can happen in the next few years,” he says with a smile, but the thought of Earl dying is enough to have me tearing up as we walk inside, something that I’ve been doing a lot of lately, ever since I met Hunter Brooks, ironically.

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