Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16084 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Young, fit, and beautiful enough to floor me where I stand.
“Dad? Are you okay?” Her lower jaw chatters in a mix of fear and anger.
“Dad?” I echo.
You’re telling me this sack of shit produced something precious? Man, if he’s up there, God has a funny sense of humor.
And I kinda like it.
“It’s okay, Baby. I’m fine,” Father of the year right here, putting on a brave face and lying to his girl.
“I don’t think she’s gonna buy that one,” I say. With his hands tied and his off-white shirt splattered with red, she’d have to be blind to miss it.
Realizing I’m not about to make another life-ending threat, the firecracker sprints toward us. She stops in front of me, slamming both tiny fists into my chest, using all her might to force me away from him. I give her credit for trying and take a sympathy step back.
She flops down beside her father and cups his bloody face in her hands, looking for any lasting damage. There won’t be any, once his broken nose and black eye heal.
I watch in silence as she inspects his wounds. More accurately, I watch her.
This close, I have a great view of her petite, athletic frame in the black leotard hugging every curve. Massive tits squeezed together and peeking out the top of it. Tight ass that has a perfect peach shape, begging for a spanking.
God damn, I love Halloween.
“What did you do to him?” Her ire is directed at me. She flicks her long hair out of her face, until it runs down her back in a river of blazing red curls.
“Hit him.” No use denying it.
Tears flood eyes, but they’re not of sadness. She’s pissed. Absolutely furious. My kind of woman.
“You’re a monster,” she yells while freeing her father’s hands. No caution or care for what I might do next.
A warrior’s spirit.
“It is the spooky season, Sugar. Time for my kind to crawl out of the woodwork and cause a little chaos.” Hmm. It’s not like me to act this way, especially with unwarranted interruptions. Then again, it’s not every day I get to beat a man and fall in love all at once.
“Fuck you,” she spits.
“Taylor,” Johnny raises his voice in some feeble attempt to settle her rage.
Taylor. Yeah, I like it. Fits her, somehow.
“Calm down,” he adds. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
Make her beg and scream, perhaps?
And isn’t it just a wonderful idea. Something tells me it’s gonna happen sooner than either of them knows, only, it won’t be for her life.
It’ll be for more, more, more.
“No, fuck this. Fuck him.” Taylor roars with untethered rage. It ignites a spark in my belly that courses straight into my rock-hard cock. “I won’t let him walk all over you.”
Feisty. Fiery. Fantastic.
“Taylor, you can’t speak to Rickon like this,” Johnny says, hushed, whispering, as if I’m not close enough to hear. “He’s—”
“About to leave.” Man, I love cutting him off. I also have a decent sense of self-preservation, and if I don’t get out of here soon, this stunning little thing’s gonna cave my skull in. “We’ve got a deal. Don’t disappoint me again. Next time, I won’t go so easy on you.”
I start walking.
It doesn’t take long for them to stir behind me. The girl helping her father out the chair and him whispering promises of everything being okay. But that’s when I hear it. A shift in his voice that pricks up my ears.
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine. You’ve been excited about this party for months.” Johnny, if you weren’t a piece of trash, I could kiss you right now. “Don’t let my problems get in the way of your fun.”
“What? No, I’ll stay home—”
“Out of the question. You’ve been waiting for this all year,” he speaks with his dad voice. It’s a ploy to get Taylor out of the house. Give him and Mrs. Gilford some space to figure out how they’re gonna pay me back. “I want you to go. Have fun. You’re only young once.”
I remember those days.
Young, horny and dumb.
I’m about to turn forty though so it’s a good thing I’m still one of those two, or I might’ve been smart enough to leave this alone.
That’s why I get in my car, and instead of driving home and watching a movie, I start the engine, lie back in my seat and watch. Taylor drags her father out of the restaurant, his arm over her shoulder. They disappear behind a door leading to the stairwell up to their apartment.
My wait begins.
Because I’ll see you soon, Taylor.
Whether you know I’m watching, or not.
2
TAYLOR
Partying while my dad’s left in a puddle of blood . . . Not exactly what I’d call my ideal Saturday night.
And it’s all his fault. That tall, brooding, brute of a man . . . no, he’s not a man. He’s a beast. Savage and feral. Doing as he pleases, hurting who he wants, all in some self-serving ego stroke.