by Beck, J. L.
“Son, it’s good to see you. When you said she was coming, I didn’t realize she would be with you.” Just like Parker, he talks like I’m not here at all, and I’m not sure what’s more insulting, saying it to my face or acting like I’m not even worthy of being addressed at all.
Parker shrugs, “I didn’t think it mattered.”
Roger’s worn face sours, “Your mother isn’t going to be happy about this. You know what her family represents.”
“Mom isn’t here,” Parker brushes his father off completely.
“You know she is going to hear about this from her friends. Hell, she probably already knows.” His father eyes me up and down, and I so badly want to drop my gaze, but I don’t. I’m strong. I can do this. “Jesus, you could have at least made sure she put on an appropriate dress before you brought her here. It’s a charity gala, not a whore house.”
“Dad, you know that’s just how the Bradford women are. Always making themselves look like cheap hookers.” Rage burns through me, eating away at any common sense.
“You both are absolutely disgusting,” I snarl, wanting to slap them both so badly, I have to dig my nails into my hand to stop myself from following through. I don’t wait for either of them to respond. I don’t care what they have to say.
Shrugging out of Parker’s hold, I speed walk through the crowd. Without looking back, I know Parker is following me. I can feel him lingering behind me. It’s strange, this prickling sensation trails up my back, warning me that he’s close, too close. Cutting through the banquet area, I make a beeline for the restrooms but come to a halt when I spot my father.
He’s engaging in business, I can see it from a mile away, but I don’t care. I want him to know that I’m here. I want him to see what his daughter had to do to get him here. Marching right up to him, I give him the biggest smile I can muster.
“Hello, Daddy,” I coo.
As soon as he sees me, his face turns ashen, and he excuses himself, grabbing onto my arm and tugging me into the next room, where a bunch of servers stand with trays.
“What in the hell are you wearing?” His eyes move down my body, and over the very small amount of fabric.
“This is what I had to wear to get you a ticket. This is what I had to become…” Tears sting my eyes, and I will them away. Crying isn’t going to fix this. My father has never cared about my tears or my sister’s. All he cares about is the next deal, the money in his bank account.
“I said to seduce him, Willow, not disgrace our family name.” He shakes his head, disappointment dripping from every word. “It’s going to take me forever to convince these companies to sign with me.”
“I’m sorry, maybe you can just whore me out to one of them? Maybe that’ll make them jump at the chance to sign with you?” Everything happens so fast, one minute I’m seething with anger, and the next my father has his hand raised, an angry scowl on his face.
I flinch, preparing myself for the slap, but it never comes. Out of nowhere, Parker appears, swooping in like a knight to save the day. In a flash, he grabs my father by the wrist, a vicious look flickering in his eyes.
“Please, tell me you weren’t planning to hit her?” He seethes, barely containing his rage as he tosses my father’s hand away like a piece of garbage. My father’s eyes are so large, they look like they might pop out of his eye sockets.
“I-I was… I wasn’t going to hit her,” he stumbles over his words and takes a step back. And just like that, I’ve found my father’s single weakness.
“Good because if I ever find out you’ve touched her in any way, business deals will be the least of your concerns.” My heart thuds in my throat, and just when I think he will leave it at the vague threat, he adds, “I will kill you, old man. You got that?”
“Got it,” my father whispers. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
“Good, now get the fuck away from her before I have you thrown out.” My father doesn’t even say goodbye. He just nods, turns, and disappears into the banquet room, leaving me alone with the second biggest monster I know.
Looking up at Parker, I blink the tears from my eyes and prepare myself to shoulder past him. He might’ve saved me from my father, but he isn’t the hero in this story. Not by a long shot. Exhausted and on the verge of breaking into a million pieces, I take a step toward the back exit.
Parker eyes me curiously, “I hope you aren’t planning on going anywhere. It seems you made a mockery out of me in front of my father, obviously, forgetting where you fall in the food chain.”
“Parker,” I whine, wanting him to just quit with the games for one night. “I’ve had enough for one day, okay? There is only so much of this that I can handle. I’m not going back in there. I can’t…” I literally can’t. If he wants me to go back in there, he is going to have to drag me in by my hair. I’m not setting another foot back in that banquet hall of my own free will.
“I wasn’t planning on going back in there,” he smirks, the devil finally showing his true form. “We’re going to have some real fun now.”
Oh, peachy.
16
Parker
With my hand wrapped around her wrist like an iron shackle, I pull her down the long hallway and past the bathrooms. The sound of Willow’s shoes echo throughout the corridor.
“Where are we going?” Ignoring her, I continue walking. “Parker, slow down. I’m wearing heels,” she complains, her breathing ragged. Frustration coats my insides, and the second we get around the corner, I bend down and pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder like a fucking caveman.
“Parker,” she gasps, but I ignore her complaint and keep walking until I reach the door leading to the inside pool area. Stepping inside, I kick the door shut behind us. It closes with a heavy thud, and I turn, placing her down on one of the lounge chairs beside the water. For one brief moment, I stare down at her.
She is genuinely beautiful, even in the tacky dress she’s wearing, but I don’t plan to tell her that. I don’t plan to do anything but make sure she understands where she lands on my pole of importance.
“I would tell you to take off your clothes, but you’re pretty much already naked,” I give her an amused grin.
“Funny…”
“It’s one of my best attributes.”
She snorts at my response, and I lean down to start peeling off the little piece of fabric covering her body. I want her naked. Like two minutes ago.
“Ouch, that’s taped to my skin,” she swats my hand away, giving me a dirty look and carefully starts peeling off the double-sided tape. As she pulls the tape off, she says, “Now, I’m definitely not going back in there, and nowhere else for that matter.”
Normally, I would disagree with her, just to piss her off, but for once, I can’t, because despite what I said before, I hated people looking at her today. Next time, I’ll put her in a snowsuit, and make up some horrendous rumor. I don’t fucking care if it’s a hundred degrees outside. Nobody gets to see what is mine.
Slowly her dress comes off, revealing some hot shorts that were hidden underneath. They match the dress’s bright red color.
“Sexy, you wear that so I couldn’t show you off to my friends?”
“No, Parker. I wore it so no one would see my vagina or my ass by accident.”
“Good girl, protecting my favorite assets.”
Her response is to roll her eyes, and I can’t lie, all of her back talk is making me harder than steel. She’s grown quite a backbone, and I’m ready to snap it. Without having to be told, she shimmies out of those too until she has them around her ankles. I take her high heels off for her, and set them on the floor, before pulling the shorts off the last few inches.
While I work on taking my own clothes off, I take a moment to admire her perfect body. Smooth white unblemished skin, a soft tummy with a little curve to her hips. She’s like an angel, an angel with a halo made of thorns.
“Spread your legs and start playing with yourself. I want you good and wet
because I’m going to fuck you fast and hard, and I don’t have the patience for foreplay tonight.”
I watch her shutter, but I know it’s not in fear. I know because even in the dim light, I can see her pussy glistening as soon as she spreads her legs wide for me. I’m already hard as steel by the time I kick my dress pants off. When we’re like this, and it’s just the two of us, something overcomes me. It’s like in the instances where we’re both naked and bare, we’re the same, equal.
Her slender fingers tentatively find her center. As if she has never touched herself like this before, she starts to gently rub her little nub. Her movements are slow and jerky, and my need for her heightens, mixing with impatience. I’ve wanted to fuck her since I pulled the car over on the side of the road.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never made yourself come.”
Her cheeks turn a subtle tone of pink all the way up to her hairline. “I have, but not like this. Not with someone watching. Plus, we’re in a public place. What if someone walks in?”
She should know me by now. I don’t care who is there, or what they’re doing. If I want a piece of her, I’ll take it.
“Then I fuck you in front of them. I don’t really see the problem.”
“Of course, you don’t,” she mouths off, rolling her eyes at me at the same time. I decide then that I’m done waiting. Done giving her a chance. Now, I’m going to take, and she’s going to give to me because that’s how we work. Grabbing her by the wrist, I drag her over to one of the glass patio tables. I can see a visible chill make its way down her spine as I maneuver her, so she is in front of me, her back to my front.
“What are you doing?” She squeaks as I drag my fingers up her spine.
Brushing the hair off of one shoulder, I flick my tongue against her earlobe, smiling at the loud intake of breath, “Fucking the defiance out of you.”
Trailing my fingers back up her spine, I grabbed her by the back of the neck and bend her over, until her cheek rests against the cold glass. She gasps as her chest makes contact with the glass, her puckered nipples growing harder.
“Parker,” she whines, struggling against my hold. With her ass out and my hand at the back of her neck holding her in place, I feel like I’m the king of her world, and in a way, I guess I am. No one will ever take my place. No one will ever fuck her like I do.
She is mine...all mine.
Using my other hand, I slide the velvety head of my cock up and down her ass crack, contemplating which hole I should take.
“Which hole should I take, Willow? Your tight puckered, asshole looks very ripe and ready for me.”
Like a stallion refusing to be tamed, she bucks against me, “No, please, not tonight. I’m not ready…” The fear in her voice makes me harder, and even though she claims not to be ready, I’m half tempted to take it anyway. Every hole on her body is mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to claim.
Sighing, I decide to punish her later, and instead, move the head of my cock to her glistening pussy. Instantly, she calms down, her entire body becoming molten liquid in my hands.
“I shouldn’t take mercy on you. Not after the way you acted tonight. But I’m feeling generous. Don’t make me regret it.” Pushing inside her, I don’t stop until my balls rest against her ass. The air in my lungs stills, and stars appear before my eyes. Tight like a glove, the muscles of her pussy quiver around me.
Home. That’s what she is to me. Letting go of my restraint, I decide to show her a sliver of the beast hidden beneath the man. Pulling all the way out, I slam back in, listening as she whimpers against the glass, and my skin slaps against hers. There is no comparison to Willow, no woman before her, no woman after her.
My fingers flex against her neck, and I squeeze harder as my thrusts grow harsher.
“Parker,” she calls my name on a moan, and I swear, it’s like fucking heaven hearing her say my name in such a sexy tone.
“You want to come, don’t you? Come all over my cock?” I piston my hips faster, an overwhelming need to please her burning through my veins. I want to feel her erupt, feel her go off like a fucking rocket into the sky. I want her juices to coat my cock, her tiny little pussy to try and push me out.
“Oh, god, yes… yes, please…” She pants, and I wish I could see her face right now. Gritting my teeth, I watch as her pussy swallows my cock. Inch after inch, she takes like she was made for me.
“I’m going to come in this tight little pussy… I want you to come with me.” The table scrapes against the floor with each thrust, and Willow starts to arch into me, taking each thrust deeper into her channel.
Like a crazed man, I release her neck and move my hand into her hair, fisting the silky strands, bending her to my will, so she’s half arched off the table, with my cock still deep inside of her. Mine to bend, to break.
“So, fucking pretty and perfect. My fucking slut. My pussy.” I growl into her ear as I pull her flush to my chest and continue to fuck her. My free hand finds her nipple, and I twist hard, wanting to give her a bite of pain with the pleasure.
She lets out a hitched breath, and it must be what she needed because in seconds she starts to go off, her entire body shaking as her pussy contracts around my cock, squeezing me so tightly, I can barely move inside of her. Pleasure barrels down into the bottom of my spine. It pulses outward, making it hard for me to breathe, to do anything. It engulfs me, tugging the come right out of me.
“Fuck, Willow,” I grind out as I empty myself inside her, wishing that we could stay like this forever. Her pussy continues to quiver as I come, almost as if it’s swallowing every little drop of my release.
Like feathers, we drift down from the high together. Easing out of her, I place a gentle kiss to her shoulder blade. Perfection. That’s what we are. When I’m inside her, the entire world fades away. All our problems are gone. I want that. I want Willow, and that’s a hard pill for me to swallow. Wanting her is wrong because she represents everything bad that has happened to my family in the last two years. But giving her up means some other bastard gets to have her, and I don’t know if I can do that either.
Pulling my dress slacks back on, I put myself away and button up. Then I grab a towel from the pool towel stand and walk over to Willow, who is still partly resting against the glass table. Spreading her legs gently, I clean her like I did the first time, and help her into her dress. She doesn’t say anything to me as I do, and in a way, I’m thankful for that.
Silence is what I need right now. There are too many thoughts and emotions swirling around in my head.
When she’s covered the best we can manage, I take her hand and head back toward the banquet hall. Willow doesn’t say a word, but I know she wants to complain. I don’t plan to stay long, just need to tell my father I’m leaving and then I’m out.
As soon as we enter the room, I can feel eyes on us. I’m about to turn to one of the waiters and ask him to find my father when out of thin air, he walks into the room.
“Goodness, Parker,” he greets, a frown on his lips when he sees Willow standing beside me. “Please get her out of here. There is already talk, and I don’t need our family reputation ruined any more than it already is. I told you revenge was fine, but then you parade her around here like…”
“She’s with me, she’s not doing anything wrong.” I feel each word in my chest, thumping with the beat of my heart. Bringing her here, dressed like this… it was for revenge, yes, but I didn’t expect so much shit to be tossed on Willow. Her father trying to hit her, my father calling her a whore in front of anyone that was within earshot. Guilt gnaws at my insides. I can feel the wall coming back up around her, feel her tugging her hand out of my own.
“No need to defend me, Parker. We all know that I’m a liar, and well,” she gestures to her dress, “now a whore. I think it’s time I go back to the corner.” Turning to face her, I burn to take her across my knee and spank some sense into her. I don’t understand the feelings I’m having.
“Thank you,” my fat
her smiles, and Willow takes a step away from me. A coldness sweeps through my body at the loss of her body contact.
“You don’t have to leave,” I tell her.
“Yes, she does, son. I need to have a word with you, anyway. Goodnight,” my father, makes a shoo gesture to her, and I grind my teeth together to stop myself from lashing out at the asshole. The only one who gets to be a dick to her is me. She’s mine. Mine to hurt. Mine to fuck. Mine to lov—. I don’t finish the thought… there is no way, no fucking way, I’m falling that deep.
Willow chooses then to walk away. My tongue heavy with unsaid words as her heels click against the floor.
Once out of earshot, my father leans in and grabs my shoulder, “Whatever your obsession with her is, end it. I need at least one son that can keep it together. Don’t fall for her antics. She’s just like her sister… a liar, a slut.”
And while she may be a Bradford, I’m slowly starting to find out she’s nothing like her sister. Nothing like anything I expected her to be.
17
Willow
Giving the cab driver a hefty tip for getting me so quickly, I get out of the car, wishing him a great night. Walking a little bit faster than normal, I head toward the dorm entrance. I can’t wait to get inside and take this dress off. I’m going to burn this hideous thing tomorrow, but tonight, all I want to do is take a hot shower and crawl into my bed.
Getting the key card out of my clutch, I arrive at the door, unlocking it with a swipe. I step inside, my high heels clacking on the linoleum floor twice when I hear something move behind me.
I start to twist around, but I only get to turn halfway before someone slams into me. I yelp out in surprise and pain, the sound echoing through the entrance hall. I lose my balance and stagger back, landing on the unforgiving floor with a thud. Pain radiates from my ass and up my spine, making me groan.
That pain is quickly forgotten as I realize what is happening. Looking up, I meet Nate’s glassy eyes, his lips pulled back in an angry snarl as if it’s my fault he ran me over. If I had to describe him in one word right now, it would be unhinged. There is something about him that seems almost insane. Like it doesn’t matter what I say, he will hurt me.