She's Too Young (9 page)

She has turned to the side, her shoulder propped against my chest, head tucked beneath my chin. Everyone is attempting not to stare and failing. Even with Veda’s delicious body covered with a towel, I’ve noticed two of my male employees adjust themselves beneath the table. Everyone wants her—it’s something I have to learn to accept, consoling myself with the fact that I’d slit the jugular of anyone who actually laid a finger on her perfect skin.

Mine.

And I want everyone to know it.

Before Veda, I never used my money as an excuse to play against the rules, but that standard went out the window when I bought her with a check. Now, as I sit and listen to yet another list of the drawbacks and advantages that come with the potential investment, I don’t care
who
knows Veda’s age. I’m her legal guardian. She’s been given to me with her father’s “blessing” and I have a team of lawyers who would bury anyone who questioned me. So the public can send as much well-concealed shock in my direction as it pleases, she’s going to be a permanent fixture in my life now and she’ll dance in and out of as many business meetings as her heart desires. They can’t take her away from me.

Anyone who tries will pay.

I look down at Veda and notice her attention is glued on Allison and I’m
astonished
to see jealousy in her expression. Trying to see my head of marketing through Veda’s eyes, I admit men might find her attractive, but I’m certainly not one of them. All I need is sitting on my lap with her fingers curled in the collar of my shirt. “I don’t like the way she looks at you,” Veda whispers.

I massage her knee with my hand. “She just watched me have an orgasm. Whatever odd way she’s looking at me is probably warranted.”

Veda clearly doesn’t appreciate my wry comment. “You said you would fire the women I pointed out.” She pouts in Allison’s direction and I notice for the first time that my employee is eyeing me with…speculation. Interest. “I don’t want her around you,” Veda finishes.

I drop my mouth to Veda’s ear, so I can speak without being heard. “Angel, do you have any idea how much you’ve addicted me? I’m counting the minutes until everyone leaves so I can push your legs apart. Going to get your pink cunt all creamy with my mouth. Then I’m going to put your hair in pigtails and bounce you up and down on my cock. You think there is anyone in this room—in
any
fucking room—that could get me hotter than that? Than
you
?” She squirms in my lap and I know I’ve turned her on. She’ll be as addicted to fucking me as I am to fucking her, soon enough. “Now be a good girl and keep your thighs pressed together until we’re alone. I want that tight hole kept warm and protected until I’m ready to use it.”

After everything I’ve said, her cheeks are flushed, but she’s not reassured. Not entirely. She tosses me a stubborn look and I have the sudden premonition that trouble is ahead. My angel likes to get her way, by fair means or foul, and she also has the advantage of knowing I’m wrapped around her little finger.

“Veda,” I warn. “We’ll sort it out later.”

Keeping her gaze locked on Allison, Veda turns her face into my neck and licks a path up to my ear lobe. There is a distinct pause in the presentation, but it’s nothing compared to the silence that ensues when Veda shrugs off her towel, baring her bikini-clad body to the room. The silence doesn’t last long, however, because a low chorus of masculine groans fills the room at the vision Veda creates: a ripe, young blonde, too-sexy-for-her-own-good, her tits and ass barely contained within the white nylon bathing suit.

But I see none of the white, because my vision is draped in red. My throat closes up as I lean sideways to scoop up the towel, intending to cover what belongs to me, but Veda catches my mouth with her own first. I can’t pull away because she’s succulent, her mouth like a juicy peach. The comparison forces me to remember how she looked on her knees, her lips straining around my girth…and then I’m kissing her back. I’m wild in a heartbeat, fucking her mouth in front of everyone.

Veda is so slight that I have no problem lifting up her body and twisting her around, so her legs are draped over the arms of my chair, her pussy pressing down on my erection, warm and compact. They’re seeing too much of her, so my hands go to her ass, cupping those sweet, round cheeks with the intention to hide them. But her mouth is moving with mine in complete disregard for the rest of the world, so I knead them instead…and then she levers herself up with the use of the chair’s arms and bounces back down, freeing her tits from the white triangles.

Somehow I manage to slant my head and look past Veda while quite literally molesting her mouth, and I find a range of reactions taking place, starting with outrage and ending in all-out fuck lust. It’s the latter—that coveting of my angel—that has me pulling away from Veda’s kiss. “Everyone out,” I thunder.
“Now.”

As if I’m not hot enough already, her mouth opens on a puff of air, clearly impressed by the way three words from me has sent my employees scurrying from the room. But that approval fades when she sees the anger I can feel twisting my expression. And it vanishes completely when I stand and slap her ass down on the conference room table. “That was a very bad thing you did, Veda.”

Her mouth opens, closes, opens again. “I just wanted her to know.”

“Know what?”

“That you want
me
and not her!” Veda screams at the top of her lungs.

In one hasty movement, she attempts to slide off the table and get away, but that’s definitely not happening. For one, she’s responsible for the unbearable, throbbing ache in my pants and two, I’ll go
out of my goddamn mind
if she stays angry at me for long. Already, my sanity is beginning to fray under the weight of her frown, the outrage glittering in her eyes. I manage to keep her hips pinned to the conference table with my own and satisfaction whispers in my gut when she gasps at the feel of my erection.

Now, I’m aware that Veda is simply acting her age. She’s a seventeen-year-old girl and her every emotion is amplified under the microscope of confusing hormones and a lack of emotional maturity. It also occurs to me that her whimsical behavior is part of what attracted me to her in the first place, so these little lessons that need to be taught along the way are par for the course.

And who ever said learning couldn’t be fun?

“Veda.” I grip her chin, tilting her face up. “If you’re going to come with me to work-related events, you have to behave yourself.”

“You’re not my father,” she fumes. “I don’t have to do
anything
you say.”

I come very close to revealing I’m her legal guardian, but manage to keep the truth locked up. Just barely. The desire to let her know just how thoroughly she’s mine is growing stronger by the minute. “I want to give you everything, Veda. Anything you want in the goddamn world. I had
one
rule. Keep your body covered around other men. And you just broke it.”

She appears contrite, but I know better than to trust that. Especially when that lower lip swells into a pout and she begins playing with my shirt collar. I know she’s distracting me, but my cock doesn’t give a shit. The cursed thing is trying to rip its way free of my pants to get to Veda’s tight heaven. “I don’t want to fight, Ramsey.” Her baby blues lift and slay me. “Please…can’t we just kiss and make up?”

She’s playing me somehow, but I want my mouth on hers too badly to care. Want to
fuck
her. Fuck her to multiple orgasms so she smiles like the princess that she is for the rest of the day. Scooping Veda up onto the conference room table, I lick past her lips, growling at the singular taste. Her thighs slide wide on the table and moisture leaks from my dick in anticipation, wetting the fly of my pants.

My fingers find the flimsy ties of her swimsuit on either side of her hips and slide them undone, dragging the white bottoms away and revealing her cunt, although I can’t see it because I’m too busy loving her mouth, reveling in her small gasps every time I send my tongue deep. I’m trying to decide whether to suck her nipples or just free my cock already and take what I need—

And then she bites me. Hard.

So
hard that when I jerk back, blood runs down my chin.

“Why.” I work to keep my voice even as I wipe the blood away with the back of my wrist. “Why did you do that?”

She slides off the table and shoves against my chest, but doesn’t succeed in moving me. “You think I’m stupid because I’m young but I’m
not
. Just tell me…
why
I’m here.” Her voice has risen until she’s screaming. “How did you
get
me here?”

“You already know.”

“No.” She shakes her head, sending still-damp blonde hair in every direction. “I know what
you
told me. But my father wouldn’t just leave me. He would have taken me with him.” Her voice hitches. “If he’d been allowed to.”

We’re hovering right on the edge of the truth and panic makes it difficult to swallow. She’s already withdrawing from me. But I won’t allow it to happen. I just need more time to show her I can give her the best life imaginable. That I can show her the world and drape her in diamonds. Anything she wants.

None of those trappings are available for me to hand over in this exact moment, though. All I have is a hope that she’s one tenth as drawn to me physically as I am to her. When I let my gaze travel down her body, I watch her thighs clench together, her nipples harden, her breath catch…and I know at least in this department, I won’t have a challenge.

Thank God, because I’m fucking starved for my angel.

I advance and she backs away, attempting to skirt around the table, but she runs into a chair and that stumble allows me to catch her. Taking hold of her arms, I turn her around, pressing her up against the wall without much gentleness. I’m heartened by the glimmer of excitement in her eyes…even though her inexperience with a lust-drunk man tempers the excitement with a touch of apprehension.

Pinning both of her wrists above her head, I waste no time fondling her smooth pussy with the use of my free hand, teasing her little bud with my middle finger. Her eyes are glazed after two seconds, a whimper of my name passing her lips. “Mmm. You love sex, don’t you, angel? More than most girls your age, I’d say.” She’s already covering my fingers with arousal, her lithe thighs sawing back and forth on either side of my hand. “Just another thing about you that makes my dick hard. I know you’re going to
mean
it when you say faster, daddy, faster.” I fill her with two fingers, growling over the discovery that she’s still tight as a virgin, despite having been given a brutal fuck on the floor of my limousine. “You were sent to earth to drive men to fits of jacking off and you love it. You love it even more, because you understand pleasure. The give and take of it. With me.
Only
with me.”

“Yes.
Fine.
I love it. With you,” she gasps, eyes flashing. “But that doesn’t mean I c-can’t still hate you.”

“Please, stop saying that.
Stop
.” My vision fades out under the assault of hearing she hates me. My skin grows tight across my muscle, throat going parched. “When you say things like that to me, it makes me insane.”

There’s a long pause, the energy in the atmosphere halting as she scrutinizes me, cogs turning in whirring circles behind her eyes. I don’t know what she sees. I have no idea. “Free my hands, Ramsey,” she murmurs.

Ashamed to realize how tight I’ve been gripping, I release her wrists, roaring in anguish to see the redness I’ve left behind. But she doesn’t chastise me. Instead, she reaches behind her neck and unties the strings of her bathing suit top, letting it flutter to the ground at her feet.

“I didn’t mean it,” she breathes. “Just tell me the
truth.
All of it.”

It’s make or break time. But you don’t understand what it will do to me if she leaves. My life was beige monotony before Veda and I can’t go back. When I press our bodies together without answering, I witness a touch of disappointment in her eyes, before desire clouds it out. Our mouths go wild on one another’s while I work the fly of my pants, groaning as I remove my heavy cock. My flesh has only been deprived of Veda’s ministrations for less than an hour and already it’s leaking come, my balls drawn up so tight, I know I’m going to black out once I shove home into her pussy and feel that perfection. Just like last time.

“You want the truth?” I shove a forearm beneath her ass, jerking her off the ground, glorying in the feel of her legs sliding into place around my hips. “The truth is, I’m fucked up, Veda. I’m a monster.”

“No, you’re not.” Her arms wrap around my neck, her luscious mouth planting fairy kisses on my lips. “You’re not.”

Desperate to watch her eyes when I take my first thrust, I align our foreheads and give an upward ram of my hips, growling at the way her neck loses power, that whine I missed so much punctuating the air. I can breathe again now that I’m inside her, balls deep, but only for a split second, before urgency pounds into me, giving me tunnel vision and a twisting gut. Relief. I need
relief
. She’s the only one who gives it.

“My God.”
My words are gritted and hoarse. I thought I’d gotten as deep as possible last time, but there’s no comparison to having her impaled on my cock, her naked body my prisoner against the wall. “Wiggle around a little, angel, like you want to get free. I won’t let you, but it’ll be cute watching you try.”

Like the vixen I know she is, Veda complies, mischief in her blue eyes as she whimpers and twists, legs kicking, dragging her cunt all over my flesh and leaving wetness behind. Her pout almost makes me come, all by itself. “You’re a big, mean man, and I’m going to
tell
on you.”

“Tell anyone you want,” I groan into her neck. “They’ll take one look at you and understand.”

I can’t hold back my pumps after that. They turn more and more aggressive the harder her fingernails dig into my shoulders, the slipperier she gets. She’s clinging to me, her legs like a vise around my hips, but I need more. Need deeper. So I take her bent knees in each of my hands and press them back against the wall, shouting a curse up at the ceiling once she’s completely open, pinned to the wall, taking my thrusts. It leaves her clit right there for the taking and I stop driving into her long enough to grind down on the bud—and fuck me, if I didn’t have hold of her, she would have hit the ceiling.