“Don’t lie to daddy. I don’t like liars, Mylah. Just tell me what you were thinkin’.”
“About…about how you were touching me.”
“You liked it.” I can’t make my words form, so I nod my head instead. That earns me a grin from Tide.
“I know you did, baby. And that wasn’t the last time. Wait for your present.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, after Christian gets drunk, we’re gonna have a little fun.”
“I can’t do that.”
“We can and we will. You know how long it’s been since I’ve sunk my cock into somethin’ wet and tight?” He asks. I can feel my cheeks heat at the question. Has he not been with anyone since he got out?
“A week?”
“No, darlin’. Months. Months of jerkin’ myself off to thoughts of you in the pen. Months of not tastin’ you on my tongue. Tonight…tonight I’m fixin’ all that.”
“No.” He steps closer to me, brushing my hair away from my face before he smiles.
“Yeah, we are. And you’re gonna tell daddy just how you want it, Mylah. What do you think? Bent over the sink? Against the wall? What do you want?” Before I can think about what I’m saying, words just pour from my mouth.
“Against the wall. Hard,” I say as I quickly clamp my mouth shut. He nods his head, glancing over his shoulder to look for Christian before looking back at me.
“That’s what you’re gonna get then. Be ready for me, baby. Be nice and fuckin’ wet for me.” With that, he reaches down and runs his fingers along the hem of my short dress, lighting a fire in their wake. I shiver from his touch, and he knows what he’s doing to me. He smiles. Fuck, I could get lost in that smile.
“We can’t do this,” I tell him once more, even though in the back of my mind I’m begging for it.
“Why not? Give me one good reason and I won’t do it.”
“Christian.”
“Not good enough. Come on, Mylah. You want me to back off, you need a good reason.”
“He’s your son.”
“Still not good enough. Tonight I’m beatin’ that pussy up. I’m markin’ you. I’m takin’ you. I’m fuckin’ breakin’ you, Mylah. And you know what? You’re gonna love every second of it. You’re gonna be beggin’ me for more. You’re gonna tell daddy just how good it feels havin’ me inside of you. You can try to come up with a million reasons why we can’t do this, but none of them are gonna be good enough for me.” My body is tense with need, the heat coursing through me off the charts. I’ve never felt this turned on by someone’s words before, but Tide is different.
“I…I want that.”
“You do?” He asks, stepping a little closer to me. I nod my head, and he smiles once more.
“Good. You’re gonna get it. Soon.” With that, he pulls back and walks away from me. I look around to see if anyone paid attention to our little interaction, but no one seems to be looking. I blow out a breath and wait for Christian to come back with my drink.
Chapter 7
Tide
I can picture her under me, on top of me. I can picture her riding me as hard as I’m going to ride her. I think there’s a secret freak down inside of Mylah, and I want to drag it out of her, piece by piece.
For now, I sit back and watch her. I watch her drink and dance with her friend. I watch her watch me. She sees me. She sees what she does to me, and I know she has to know how much I want her ass.
Christian is gone, drunk off his ass just like I knew he’d be. In fact, I think he’s passed out in the VIP section, which is where a lightweight like him belongs. Not me, though. I’ve had very few drinks, and now I sit here nursing a beer until it’s time to take what’s mine. And she is mine regardless of what she thinks.
I watch her. The sway of her hips. The way she caresses her body, the way she raises her hands in the air. It’s almost time. My cock is hard as fuck, but I need her ready. I lick my lips as she watches me, knowing I must be getting to her, too. She teases me. Glimpses of the freak that I know she is. She runs her hands up her sides and over her breasts as she dances and stares at me. I keep eye contact with her. I keep watching her. And the more I do, the harder I get.
Mylah bites her lip. Fuck, I think about yanking her off the dancefloor and dragging her to the back. Instead of making a scene, I nod toward the bathroom. She doesn’t shake her head no. She nods. She actually fucking nods her head. I nod back and wait for her to excuse herself from her friends before walking to the back. Then I follow her like a goddamn stalker. I walk to theback and watch as she goes into the bathroom, and I follow her inside. The door slams shut behind us, and a woman gasps when she sees me.
