Page 65 of Off-Limits
My hands are shaky, and my body is vibrating with pent-up need. I’ve been on edge since waking up and finding her gone. I promised myself I would leave her alone, that I wouldn’t follow her or approach her again after last night. I talked myself into believing that I had to do the right thing by her, Arrie and myself; but then I saw her at the bar.
She doesn’t really know who I am, or what I’ve been up to all these years. I don’t expect her to, hell, she’s my step-niece, and that’s another reason why I shouldn’t be standing here with my fist in her hair, or my mouth trailing the length of her neck.
But then I saw her at the bar in that itty-bitty black dress.
I snapped.
Not that anyone on the outside would have noticed, not even my best friend Johnny didn’t. He just sat there laughing with some blonde bimbo he wanted to take home and bang. Those days are well and truly gone for me. I haven’t been with anyone in over a year, until last night.
And now Dottie has fucked me for any other woman.
Damn her.
I need to tell her… but I make a vow to myself right now, that I won’t go too far until we’ve had that conversation, especially when I can’t leave her alone. She needs to know who I am, what I like, and I have to give her raw honesty, even if a part of me is scared that she won’t accept it.
“Damon, please,” she whimpers behind my hand pulling me from my thoughts and sending an SOS straight to my cock.
I know I came here recklessly and with the need to claim her as mine, but I can’t stop the niggling in my mind. I need to tell her, explain to her exactly what and who she is getting into bed with.
“Dorothy, you don’t know what you’re asking of me. I said it at the hotel, and I’ll say it again, there will be no turning back after this,” I choke out, releasing a deep breath with the words trapped in my throat. “You don’t know everything about me… I have certain needs.”
Her answer is instant.
“You didn’t come here to tell me that,Uncle Damon,so do what you really came here to do, and stop patronising me. I am not a child anymore,” she says, the heat from her breath fans over my hand.
“Dorothy.”
“Or maybe you’re too weak to follow through.”
“Dorothy,” I growl, trying to rein myself in. “We need to talk.”
“I don’t want to talk anymore. I’m done talking.”
“You don’t understand, Dottie. There are things you need to know about me.”
“Less talk, more action… please,” she finishes quietly, and I know I’m done for.
I’m not proud of it, not by a long shot, but I allow herwords to penetrate me, to rob me of the little composure I’m holding onto, and the rope tying me together snaps.
“On. Your. Knees. Now.”
“Damon…”
“Do you want to talk?”
I give her one more out, one more chance to stop this so we can discuss this before moving forward, but she shoots me down and finishes me off with one word.
“No.”
“Dorothy. I am not in the fucking mood. Either we talk now or get on your knees and be the good girl I know you can be,” I growl, removing my hand from her mouth.
“You aren’t calling the shots here,Damon.””
“The hell I’m not,” I vow, forcing her to her knees.
Dottie’s dress rides up and exposes her creamy flesh, and it takes everything inside of me not to rip her up off the floor, turn her around and fuck her into the damn wall.
Her lips quiver, her eyes are glassy, and she’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now. Bringing my hand to her face, I slide it down her cheek before opening her lips with my thumb. Her tongue rolls out like the good girl she is, and a surge of jealousy rises up within me.
