“Thank you,” I said, relief washing through my body. “For staying home with me tonight. I know that you have a lot of work to do and I don’t want to hold you back from anything, but…” I crawled up near him again and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “This means a lot to me.”“Anything for you,” he mumbled against my lips, arms resting on the sides of the tub. He grazed his finger across his gun, smirked, and repeated, “Anything for you.”☆☆☆☆“Where are we going?” I asked, gazing out the tinted car windows at all the New Yorkers and tourists walking down the streets in a large pack. We were headed through Times Square at peak hour.“Take off your clothes, sweetheart,” Daddy said.“My… my clothes?” I whispered, gulping. “All of them?”“All of them.”When we pulled up to a redlight, I took another nervous glance out the window. So many people walked down the streets, the cops lined up at every corner. Even with these tinted side windows, someone would definitely see me through the w
Toes curling, I squeezed my eyes closed and moaned. I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. My nipples were aching. My pussy was tight around his fingers, gripping them harder each time like I didn’t want him to pull his three fingers out of me.“Harder, Daddy!” I moaned. “Harder!”He grunted, pounding his fingers faster and harder into me, curling them at just the right angle to hit my g-spot. Every. Single. Time. My legs trembled harder and faster. I was about to tip over the edge.“Daddy, I’m so close,” I breathed, trying desperately to take steady breaths. “Please.”“Come for Daddy, sweetheart.”I threw my head back against the seat and screamed out loud. Pleasure shot through my body, making every single bit of me tingle in ecstasy. Wave after wave washed through me, my mind completely fuzzy and numb.Once he finally pulled his fingers out of me, he stuck them into his mouth, sucked off all the juices, and continued driving through the busy city. I took a deep breath and scra
“Water is fine. Over ice, please.”It was a left-over quirk from his previous life, this refusal to drink from anything plastic. Even something as plain as water must be served in glass or crystal. He’d made too many concessions over the last two years. Given up too many luxuries. He refused to concede this last bastion of civility.“Here you go,” Ava said, head tilted as she regarded him. “Water on the rocks.”Kingston smiled at her attempt to joke. She really was a beautiful girl, with her dark blonde hair and big green eyes. Nice figure, too, for her age.And off limits. Not that he had any interest in teenage girls. Even ones as breathtaking as this one.Reaching across the bar’s granite surface, Kingston took the highball glass just as she pushed it toward him. Their fingers glided against each other, and Ava snatched her hand away as if scorched. It was the second time she’d visibly reacted to his touch.Embarrassment stained her cheeks a rosy pink.If Ava Blue wasn’t so young a
Ava flushed, grabbing a bottle opener to do as Carson demanded. She did not dare meet Kingston’s eyes anymore, scurrying instead into the bar’s corner like a timid little mouse.Carson chugged the beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Be grateful you don’t have siblings, Kingston. They’re fucking useless.”“I’ve a half-brother, remember? He’s in foster care until I graduate.” Kingston fought the urge to snatch Ava up and comfort her while standing in a pool of her brother’s blood. “If he can last that long without landing in juvi. He’s a bit… troubled. Been in four homes so far since our dad died.”“I forgot about that. Well, better a crazy half-brother than a kiss-ass sister.” Carson jerked a thumb in Ava’s direction. “This one shits out rainbows and lollipops. The shiny example of a perfect child. Aren’t you, Ava?”“That’s not fair, Carson,” she replied.“Neither is our parents’ insistence on comparing us. We’re fucking nothing alike.” Carson’s laugh was ugly, and Kin
Because being in Kingston’s debt was something Ava wasn’t sure she’d survive.Her parents absolutely adored the young man they’d taken under their wing, which unfortunately infuriated their own son. Kingston was respectful. Serious. Highly intelligent. The prefect model of a college graduate with a model-perfect face and body. Having graduated with honors from the exclusive and private Bitter Springs University, he was waiting for the fall semester at Harvard Business School to begin.Surviving on periodic allotments from his father’s estate, Kingston lived in a dingy apartment on the bad side of town. He’d refused Garrett’s offer to move in but frequently stayed over at their house. He dressed impeccably. Dress slacks, button-downs, and an occasional suit were his preferred attire. Ava doubted he even owned a pair of shorts or flip-flops.The thought of Kingston Vaughn Winter wearing flip-flops caused Ava’s lips to twitch with a reluctant smile.But everything would change after tomo
Her chaos is sweet.Kingston tilted his head back, staring up at the blue, cloudless sky.Fuck, this is torture.Gathering his composure, he scooped up his overnight bag and followed Ava into the house.He stayed a few steps behind as she ascended the stairs. The guest room was only a few doors away from her own bedroom.Thirty-two steps, to be precise.“It’s all ready for you.” Ava stepped aside so he could brush past her. “Of course, you know where the bathroom is and where we keep towels and stuff.”Throwing his bag on the bed, Kingston deliberately raked her form with a hard stare. “Unless you plan on offering turndown service, you can go now.”Ava’s lips tightened at his rudeness. “Make yourself at home. Like you usually do.”She fled down the hall, slamming her bedroom door in an uncharacteristic show of temper.Kingston grimaced.If Ava was his, he would haul her back into his room and spank her sweet ass until it was scarlet. If she was his, he would snuff out that surprising
She grinned. “You shouldn’t have done this, Mom. You know how hard I’m fighting this freshman fifteen. I swear, I just look at food and gain five pounds.”Jocelyn affectionately tweaked her daughter’s nose. “You’re gorgeous, no matter what. Now, blow out the candles before all that delicious icing is ruined by melting wax.”“Those things are going up in flames faster than your mom’s golf score,” Dad added with his usual booming laughter. Extra lines of fatigue etched his features, the result of working himself half to death on Kingston Winter’s behalf over the past two years. He was still cleaning up messes for Kingston.Whenever Kingston visited their home, his dark blue eyes were shuttered yet piercing. He watched Ava as if considering how he might make use of her. Every time their gazes clashed, Ava looked away first. He scared her now more than ever although she couldn’t place a finger on why. He seemed… darker somehow. As if violence and evil had finally caught up to him.It was
“The night is still young, dude. I see you talked her into coming.” Judd’s eyes traveled Ava’s form and he smirked. “Let’s get the birthday girl a drink. You brave enough to try something stronger than lemonade?”Ava nearly rolled her eyes in exasperation. They might be college graduates, but Carson and his buddies still shared the immature bully persona.“Pinot Grigio, if you have it,” she bit out, determined not to be intimidated. She’d have a drink, let Carson mingle for that half hour, then insist he take her home.“We’ve got some of everything.”Ava took the red plastic cup Judd handed her and downed most of it. The wine was both sour and sweet. It had none of the crisp acidity she’d experienced when Mom allowed her the occasional glass.Obviously, the host of this party couldn’t afford the good stuff, although the house and furnishings indicated a higher level of wealth. Was this Judge Vanderhoff’s house, Ava wondered.Judd confirmed it, leaning closer. “Sorry. Cheap wine. My pa