She's (Still) Too Young (She’s Too Young #2) (6 page)

Veda turns more fully in the back seat and winds her arms around my neck. “You can take as much time with me as you need.” She breathes against my Adam’s apple, licks her tongue out to taste it. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Fuck, she has my mind scrambled. Forget about my body. My cock could be used as a deadly weapon right now and she hasn’t even touched it. “Let my men take your father inside to one of the lower floors.” I noticed today that the ground level of the five-story home, while still connected to the house, has a separate entrance, so I instructed my security via text when we climbed into the car to take Jack there. “We’ll follow after.”

She nods and lounges back against the seat, head lolling with her little champagne buzz, letting me look my fill as the vehicle pulls to a stop outside the house. As were my directions, Jack is taken from the car and guided in a half-unconscious state down to the first floor. I’m grateful Veda’s focus is on me and not the scene outside the car, because I wouldn’t want her to be disturbed by it. I can’t remember a time when my father was anything but stone-cold sober, brisk and unflappable but I imagine as a young man, seeing him incapacitated would have thrown me, at the very least, and I won’t let Veda be upset by anything else this evening.

As soon as the door closes behind Jack and my men send me a thumbs up from the courtyard, I exit the car and circle to Veda’s side, easing her out and into my arms. Climbing up the stairs to a home is exactly what I want out of life, and I pause to savor the moment. She’s gazing up at me like I’m her hero, and I have to breathe through the ache forming in my chest.

When we get inside and through to the living room, however, the mood changes like fingers snapping. I set Veda on her feet, but she doesn’t go far at all. Oh no. The girl is whimpering as she attacks my belt buckle, whipping the leather through my pant loops and falling to her knees to put herself mouth-level with my cock. “Ramsey,” she says reverently, cupping me in her hands. “I need this.”

“Say what you need, like a big girl.”

She looks up at me through her forest of eyelashes. “I need you to fuck my little mouth hard.” I’m still reeling from how hot that made me when she lowers my zipper and pushes down my briefs, allowing my pained length to bob free. “You’re always calling my mouth pretty, but I think that’s just because you want to make it messy. Don’t you?”

“Yes,”
I grit out, reaching down to wrap a hank of blonde hair around my fist. “Just like last time. Take what you can and use your hand on the rest.” I bite back a vile curse when she taps her tongue against the head of my cock, the subtle wet slapping noise reaching up and blowtorching my control. “Come on, angel. Every inch we get closer to your throat makes me a very happy man.”

“You don’t understand,” Veda says, her breath coasting over my length. “I want you to…
make
me.” She wraps both hands around my dick and strokes, strokes, strokes with such a tight grip, I’m practically cross-eyed by the third trip up and down. “Be that man you were today when your hands were around my throat. Look at me. I love that man. I want to be what that man needs.” Her voice is hypnotic as she looks up at me. “I’m the mermaid to your predator.”

There’s a fleeting realization that I’ve been taking it somewhat easier on her since she came back, whereas I took her virginity like a savage. When she came back to me on the roof of my building, I now recall her telling me she craved that animal side of me. Have I been holding back to make her more comfortable? To prove I’m the man she deserves? When what she
really
needs is the kind of man who would purchase an innocent girl from her father and addict her to pleasure.

A man exactly like me.

“Hold on to the backs of my thighs.” My voice is quiet, but she hears the steel in it, revealed in the timid nod she gives me, her quick compliance. I grip her chin in one hand and guide my cock into her mouth with the other. “You open up now and give me what I bought and paid for.”

With a half gasp, half moan, she slides her lips halfway down my swollen dick. The first time I managed to get Veda on her knees, she was grateful that I’d fished her mother’s locket out of my pool just before the drain could claim it. This time, it’s different. She’s not hesitant or pouting because I’ve asked to come on her pretty, upturned face. Nor will that be happening tonight.
God
no. I’m too hard up for pussy after spending the entire evening with her taste on my tongue without the privilege of having been inside her body.

Her tongue laps at the underside of my cock head, her lips descending once more on a purr, sending a drilling pleasure to my sack, tightening the hanging flesh. My thigh and stomach muscles are already aching with the strain of holding back my seed, yet I can’t stop myself from cupping the back of her head, holding her steady and rolling my hips, feeling my tip hit the back of her throat.

“Keep your eyes on the man who owns that mouth. Don’t look away from him, or he’ll have to remind you before you’re ready.” My fingers twist in her hair, and I’m pumping like a desperate, mating animal, when I notice a figure move in the back hallway, near the staircase that leads from downstairs. It’s just a shifting in the shadows, more of a feeling than anything, but I trust the sensation of awareness crawling up my spine, twining with lust until I can’t tell the two apart. I know who it is. I know by continuing with no shame, I’m crossing some kind of line, but I keep going. No, I go
harder
. There’s no choice. The suckle of her mouth is too sweet, her stroking hands too earnest and eager to please, twisting, sliding, squeezing.

And fuck it. I’ll claim her as mine in this final way. Wrong or right.

A growl rips from the pit of my stomach. “I bought a good girl, didn’t I?” One hand on her head, the other on the base of my dick, I jerk myself while she sucks me off, allowing a drop of moisture to coat the tongue making me crazy. It’s a struggle not to let every ounce of my need loose when she moans, her eyelids fluttering as if she loves the taste. “Want to know a secret, angel? I would have given my entire net worth for a ride of that virgin, teenage pussy. Still would. I’d do it just for the memory of seeing blood on the inside of your thighs.”

Possession rages like an inferno in my veins, any measure of sanity I’ve managed to maintain taking a back seat to the obsession with claiming Veda. In every way. And when heat begins to build in my stomach, letting me know the end could come at any time, I know what needs to be done. What Veda is asking for without realizing and what I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks.

Using her hair, I draw her face away from my straining cock, loving the way she looks up at me with a wet mouth, waiting to be given instructions. But I’d rather show instead of tell, so I draw Veda to her feet and turn her around, sliding my hands down her arms and helping her brace against the back of the sofa. The hallway where the shadows shift is to her right, but based on her body language, I can tell she doesn’t know we have an audience.

“Show me what I want to see,” I breathe into her hair. “Show me what I’m finally going to fill up tonight.”

Her legs begin to shake against mine, tension thickening in the air, but my girl does what she’s told. While I lean back and watch, she lifts her skirt, leaving it bunched around her waist, and pushes her panties down, stopping when they reach her knees. Then she clasps her ass cheeks in two hands and spreads them for me, a little whimper escaping to mingle with my growl.

We’ve been preparing for this. Slowly. A finger that turned into two over time, spreading that puckered entrance while I abused her cunt. She’s usually so close to an orgasm by the time I slide in my lubed-up digits and pump them in and out, she’s only half aware, which has made it easier to ready that forbidden place my cock wants to test.
To own.

When I remove the bottle from my pocket and distribute its contents on my pulsing dick and two fingers, it might be my imagination, but I swear there’s a sound of protest from the hallway. Is it wrong that it only makes me harder? Makes me stretch her with even more force with my fingers as she whines and shifts against the couch?

“This sweet ass needs a daddy, doesn’t it?” I slap my cock against the curve of her bottom, the sound of sticky moisture echoing in the room. “And you’ve only got one now, huh, little girl?”

“Yes,” Veda says in shaky voice. “Just Ramsey.”

“That’s goddamn right.” I position the head of my erection against the new fuck hole she’s been taunting me with every time she sits on my lap or climbs the stairs in front of me. If it’s half as tight as her cunt, I’m going to lose my mind. “Sometime soon, when we’re in public together and everyone is watching, I’m going to come up behind you. I’m going to pull you up on tiptoe and tuck your little ass against my lap. And then I’m going to make eye contact with every man in the room to let them know I’ve fucked all three places on your body. That I have a nightly option of mouth, pussy or back door. And you’re going to nod at them and ask me what I’ll have tonight, loud enough for everyone to hear.”

I slap a hand over her mouth and thrust home, barely able to hear her scream over the waves churning in my ears.
Jesus Christ.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Veda is chanting when I let go of her mouth. “Too big. Please.
Oh my God
.”

I
shhh
into her hair. “Big girls shut their mouths and open their legs wider.”

A rush of moisture between her legs and the rasping of her moans tell me she’s excited, despite the pain I might be causing. Over her shoulder, she’s giving me innocent looks she damn well knows make my cock drip. After a moment, the distance between her feet broadens, and both of us groan because my hips start pumping of their own accord, unable to turn down her body’s permission. You wouldn’t believe the texture of her, the clench, the fight of her hole to keep out my foreign flesh, but I win the war, not letting up until the slick slide into her asshole is somewhat manageable without Veda screaming or my seed shooting out too soon. I reach around and play with her clit, whispering filth into her ear…and all the while I watch the hallway. I might even smile.

“Ramsey…” Veda huffs out. “I’m going to come…”

I throw my head back, my growl bouncing off the ceiling. “If you come with my dick in your ass, I’m going to hold you down and pound you, angel. You better be ready for that. Are you?”

Her answer is a shaking pussy and cries of my name, her lithe, young, tight body closing around my cock with so much force, I slap her ass—
hard
—shouting at her to loosen up. Words I never thought I’d say. But then again, I never thought I’d be fucking a teenager up the ass with the man who raised her lurking in the darkness, watching me, hating me. Or potentially hating himself for being unable to look away. I have my own moral dilemma, though, knowing Veda needs me to be cautious her first time having sex in this way, but being overcome by the demands of my body, my mind.
Claim, fuck, claim.

When I open my eyes again, I have Veda bent forward over the back of the sofa, and I’m roaring as I spurt come into her asshole, my hoarse shouts drowning out another, quieter, anguished one.

W
hen he comes
for me the next morning before the sun has risen, I’m ready. I’ve been ready all night, actually. Naïve isn’t a word anyone in their right mind would use to describe me, and after what took place last night, if the man doesn’t want me dead, he isn’t worthy to share a bloodline with my Veda.

Veda is still sleeping in the locked bedroom upstairs when I hear him ascend the staircase leading from the bottom floor up to the living room, much as he did the previous evening. But I don’t have Veda on her knees in front of me this time, so I can focus better, and with that focus comes a dangerous prickle at the back of my neck. His ill intent precedes him by a good twenty paces, and I’m grateful I didn’t alert security to the confrontation I knew was coming.

Intuition tells me it isn’t going to end well.

A floorboard creaks, telling me Jack has reached the bottom of the staircase leading to the bedroom where I spent the night watching over Veda. There is a landing halfway toward the upper floor, and that is where I’m standing. As soon as Jack confirms he’s heading towards where he presumes we’re in bed, I allow that to cement my suspicion of his motives and move out into the open.

“That’s far enough.”

It’s almost comical the way he halts with one foot in the air, poised above the step. Not comical, however, is the knife in his hand. It’s dark enough that I might have missed the weapon if I wasn’t looking for it. Expecting Veda’s father to lash out over her choosing to remain with me doesn’t stop the rush of blood that goes straight to my brain, blanketing my vision in red.

“You better have intended to use that on only me,” I grind out, shaken by the image of him approaching the sleeping beauty upstairs, light glinting off the cold metal. I will never forgive myself for bringing her here, but I can begin to make up for the decision by guarding her with my life. By eliminating the threat.