Page 79 of Wicked Nasty

“Because you are mine, butterfly.All fucking mine.”

He pulls back and kisses me with such intensity and passion that it consumes me. It's everything I crave and want from him.

But then Danny suddenly breaks the kiss. “So, are you gonna invite me in?”

My mind is so flustered by his words and actions that I struggle to form a coherent response.

As we stand on the porch, the door opens behind us and Katya enters, an all-knowing grin spreading across her face. "Come on in! I just took some cookies out of the oven." Her voice is warm and inviting.

We step inside and my dad immediately walks over, eyeing Danny up and down with a mixture of disapproval and knowingness. He knows what has happened between us - that Danny and I had crossed a line and had sex.

It's embarrassing.

It's mortifying.

But as much as I want to cringe away from my dad's intense gaze, I can't help but let a little smile slip. This is exactly how a family is - awkward, uncomfortable moments mixed in with love and support.

Thankfully, Katya breaks the ice. "How was school today, kids?"

And just like that, I was transported back to earlier in the day when Danny had been fucking me on the desk. The heat rises to my cheeks as I try to focus on something else.

"It was fine," I manage to reply, forcing a casual tone. "We have a project to work on."

Danny chuckles beside me, his fingers playfully trailing along my back. We both know what I'm really thinking about.

My dad steps in front of me, effectively cutting off my view of Danny. "Door stays open," he says sternly.

Danny nods in understanding and then surprises me by extending his hand towards my dad. "I want to apologize, sir. I was irresponsible and careless. I should have done better by taking care of Becca. I can promise you it will never happen again."

My dad raises an eyebrow skeptically. "Never?"

Danny laughs confidently. "Not until Becca has my last name."

I turn to him in shock, feeling my jaw drop open. "Danny!"

Katya laughs as she joins us. "I like him," she declares.

I groan, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. "This is the worst," I mutter under my breath. "We'll be upstairs."

We ascend the steps, Danny's presence just inches behind me. As I enter my bedroom, I turn to face him, my heart racing with anticipation.

"The project," I remind him sternly. "That's all we're working on tonight. No touching."

Danny just chuckles, his eyes glimmering mischievously as he leans in closer. "Whatever you say," he teases.

I quickly cross the room to my desk, opening my notebooks and trying to focus on the task at hand. But Danny stands behind me, his warm hand resting lightly on my hip.

"Danny," I warn, feeling a familiar flutter in my stomach at his touch.

He ignores me and leans down, pressing soft kisses against the sensitive skin on the back of my neck. My mind goes blank for a moment as I try to resist the urge to give in to him.

I struggle to maintain my composure as Danny's lips trail down my neck. My breath catches in my throat and I grip the edge of my desk, trying to steady myself.

"Danny," I whisper, my voice a mix of warning and desire. "We can't. My dad and Katya are right downstairs."

He chuckles softly against my skin; the vibration sending shivers down my spine. "Then I guess you'll have to be very, very quiet,butterfly."

His hands slide around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. I can feel the solid warmth of his body pressed against mine, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to melt into him completely.

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