Page 41 of Tick Tock, Boom!

"You're living under my roof..."

"And you're not my father!" I yelled at him. "You're at best, a sugar daddy."

That last phrase shot him over the edge. He was all teeth, tongue, and possessive growls, as he yanked me mid-argument, spun me around with that dominant snarl in his throat, and forced me over the kitchen stool.

I’d fought him at first. Told him I wasn’t his property, that is, until my voice cracked as his hand swept across the curve of my ass, sliding down until his fingers met bare skin. No panties. A dark, wicked growl left his lips.

"You walked around all day like this, kitten? All bare and wet, just begging to be tamed?"

I whimpered, my cheek pressing against the cool countertop as his rough palm slid over my backside. The teasing touch ignited something inside me, my thighs already trembling as I clutched at the edge of the stool. And then he spanked me. Hard. Each slap landed with purpose, sharp and stinging, leaving a blush of heat blooming across my pale ass.

"Red already. Fuck, look at you," he rasped, his hand kneading the flesh he’d just marked.

I whimpered again, but it was laced with a need so thick I could barely think straight.

"Undress for me," he commanded, stepping back just enough to watch.

My fingers trembled as I stripped, the air brushing over my bare skin, nipples tightening under his gaze. My curves were full, plush, made to be touched. I saw the way his eyes darkened, how he licked his lips like I was a feast made just for him.

"Now crawl to me, baby," he ordered, voice low and filthy.

And I did. Because with him, I didn’t want control. I wanted to be devoured. And I forgot all the reasons why I wanted to fight.

So no, I didn’t go back to the clubhouse. I didn’t want to.

Instead, I stayed home. Went back to school and decided to become a nurse. My days became going to classes, returning, cooking dinner, and at night I slept inhisbed, tangled inhisscent, memorizing the feel of him beside me. My father came around sometimes, mostly for short dinners where we said too little, both of us dancing around the elephant in the room. What I was doing with my life, I couldn't live with Tick Tock forever, what would your mother think?

He never once asked me how I was doing, and I never offered to tell him. I was safe and alive, he didn't need to know who I was fucking on the side. Let alone that is was his best friend, twice my age.

For the most part, I was on my own. It had been a week since I’d seen Tick Tock. He’d been working long hours and dangerous runs which I didn’t ask too much about. He was different when he came home from those. Rougher. Wilder. More protective. He always held me a little tighter on those nights, kissed me with more hunger. Like he needed me to ground him.

So when I heard the front door open that night, my stomach flipped.

I turned from the kitchen sink, my breath catching the second I saw him.

He was all leather and danger, jaw dusted in stubble, that wild hair pushed back by the wind. He didn’t speak. Didn’t smile. Just stalked across the room, grabbed me by the hips, and pushed me back against the wall with a groan that vibrated through my bones.

"Miss me, kitten?" he growled against my neck, one hand already sliding up beneath my shirt, the other tugging at the waistband of my leggings.

I gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around him, my body already soaked and aching.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he rasped, and as he slid the zipper of his jeans down, I scrambled to scrunch up the hem of my dress and with one thick stroke, he was inside me.

He drove into me hard, fast, rough, like he needed to bury every part of himself inside me just to breathe again. My head tipped back, a cry ripping from my throat as he fucked me into the wall, each thrust stealing the air from my lungs.

I loved how his cock filled me, so thick and long, making me forget everything as I was being impaled by it.

He kissed me. Deep and bruising suctions of my lips. His tongue pushing past mine like he had every right to own my mouth, my breath, my soul.

His hand slid between us, found my clit, and circled it just right.

"Cum for daddy, baby girl." I shattered with a scream, clinging to him as my orgasm tore through me like fire.

He grunted, face buried in my neck, and then he was spilling inside me, pulsing so deep I swore I could feel it in my throat.

He held me there for a second, just breathing, forehead pressed to mine. Then he set me down gently, kissed me again, softer this time, and whispered, "Dinner?"

I nodded, legs shaking, and turned back to the stove.

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