And Ramsy seems to realize that the closer he gets to reaching me, because he groans, a ridge forming at the front of his pants. As natural as breathing, I twine my arms up around Ramsy's neck and he enfolds me in his arms, his embrace lifting me to the very tips of my toes, one hand settling on my backside and shuttling me closer to his lap, pinning his erection between us. "Thank you," I whisper against the hot skin of his neck. "I didn't know how much I needed my dragons slayed until you did it. They're not so scary now."His hand slides up beneath my dress to take firm hold of my butt cheek, massaging it slowly. With ownership. "You never have to be scared again."It's such a foreign thing, to put my trust in someone when I've relied on my own courage and fortitude for so long. But I don't feel as though I'm giving those things up. I feel as if I'm taking a break from constant worry when I lay my cheek on his shoulder and let his hands roam all over my body, knowing I don't have a
I stare out the window of my study to the cliffs beyond. Early evening has turned the sky into an orange fire bomb, gulls swooping and calling to each other, their silhouettes outlined by the fading sun. but I'm seeing none of it. No, I'm captivated by Julia's reflection. She sits behind me, sprawled out in a mountain of pillows in front of a roaring fire, reading to her brother. Every minute or so, she yawns adorably and loses her place. It's no wonder the girl is exhausted. I've gone down on her five glorious times today.Each time, her orgasm has been more explosive than the previous one. Her inhibitions are long gone. Where at first she was almost afraid of the pleasure, now she goes after it. Her breathy little hiccupping sounds have taken up permanent residence in my head. My tongue is sore from the amount of licking I've done today—and I've never been more fulfilled in my life.Nor have I ever needed to fuck so bad.My balls are so heavy with unspent seed, they might as well be
It's very odd carrying a child, but I'm not a moron, so I manage to make it to the room beneath the stairs without incident, shouldering open the door and stepping inside."I'm very sorry to inform you, Curtis, your sister isn't going to be sleeping in here with you tonight," I say, knowing he can't hear me in his unconscious state. "If you need her for anything, she'll be upstairs in the master suite.""Where is that?" he asks, an eyelid cracking open.I blink down at him. "Were you fake sleeping?"He shrugs. "Julia was tired."A smile stretches my mouth before I can stop it. "So you pretended to be asleep so she wouldn't have to read anymore? That's pretty considerate of you, Curtis.""Is considerate good?""Yes."His grin is white in the dark room.Realizing I've stopped in the middle of the floor with the child still in my arms, I take two strides and lay him in the center of the bed. "Well, then. You'll just...drift off now?""Yup." He nestles into the bedding, looping a sheet ar
Julia looks at the high stone walls penning us in from all sides, then over at me, chewing on her bottom lip. "I was still thirteen when you started to build them. It was silly...but I convinced myself it was my fault. That my trespassing was the final straw.""In a way, it was," I say, surprising myself.Surprising Julia, too. "How?""You...were the last good thing, the last genuine person I met before my family descended like vultures, picking me apart. And I guess I just wanted to let my hatred fester. If you came back, I never would have been able to do it." My laughter is slightly uneven. "I was right, wasn't I? You're back here for one day and I've already..."We stop at the gate the leads out to the cliffs. "You've already what, Ramsy?"I force the words out, even though they leave me vulnerable. Flapping in the wind like a goddamn sheet on the drying line. "I don't want to hate anymore." I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the softness of her expression making it dif
"You pleased me all day, Daddy," she says breathily, girlishly against my lips, her heels raking up and down the backs of my thighs. "I want to make you happy now. Please?"A moving image demands my attention. Me straddling Julia's gorgeous face and unzipping my pants, letting my cock slap out onto her pretty features. "I've had this come locked up inside me all day, Julia. Licking that tight little sugar cunt, dying to get my dick wet. If you tried to blow me right now, I'd fuck that mouth so hard, I would injure you and I'd be an even worse bastard than before." My hips ride her panty-covered mound with urgent thrusts, a rusted sound of need emanating from deep, deep inside of me. "I might not even make it inside that pussy before I blow. Goddammit.""Pretty please," she says, pouting against my mouth. "Can I ride it out of you?"It's not what I think I want.What I think I want is to yank the crotch of her panties aside and slam into her tiny fuck hole until I pop off and the unhol
I pitch sideways and take her with me, down into the grass, gathering her close. I can't get her close enough, no matter what I do. But I try. I enfold Julia tightly in my arms and rock her, saying words into her ear I've never said to another soul. That I need her. That I'm fucking lost without her. That I'll never let anything or anyone hurt her again. Somehow I'm still holding back those three most important words, though. They're roped to my chest because I'm not sure yet if she'll try to leave me, and if she does, she'll rip me wide open. So I hold that final part of me back, even though it doesn't feel right. Feels fucking wrong. She should know I love her.My thoughts narrow down to her beauty when she turns and smiles up at me, drowsy and dewy in the last rays of the sunset."What are you thinking about?" I ask her, desperate to know.She wets her lips. "I've always been afraid what would happen if I let out what's inside of me. Every ounce of it. But I just did, with you...an
I pace the bedroom at the foot of Curtis's bed where I've been standing vigil all night, my heart and mind in turmoil. After carrying my brother to the room beneath the stairs, Ramsy took one look at my face and backed out through the entrance, striding to his den with purpose. What purpose? I'm not sure.I only know that as soon as the sun comes up, we have to leave this place. The home, the land...and the man that has captivated me. Made me burn out of control.This was my warning. Curtis's arm isn't broken, thankfully. Just bruised. But that bruise stares at me from across the bedroom like an accusation. If I'd been in the house, if I'd been watching him like I should have instead of indulging my physical curse, this wouldn't have happened. I would have soothed my brother back to sleep and avoided this injury.Giving in to my hunger means neglecting everything else. And now that my mother is gone, I can't afford to do that anymore. I'm all my brother has.I completely lost myself o
Somehow I already sense the answer to that question as I run from the room, traveling through the foyer, out the main entrance and onto the grass. My chest is tighter than a drum as I approach him, fingertips pressed to my lips to keep a cry from escaping. But eventually I can't anymore and I make a shallow sound, causing Ramsy's sledgehammer to pause mid-swing.Slowly, he turns around—and reveals a man possessed. His black hair hangs down low over his brow, sweat running in rivulets down the sides of his handsome face."Ramsy," I say, unable to get my voice above a whisper, thanks to the strain in my throat. "What are you doing?"His big shoulders heave with exertion, and absently I notice the claw marks I left. Great red streaks running down the middle of his beautiful chest. "The last thing I can do to keep you here." He drops the sledgehammer beside his right foot, the tool hitting the ground loudly. "I asked you to face your fear without facing mine. I'm fixing that now. Look at