Page 9 of You’re Mine

But I’m glad he did because it was marvelous. Plus, he didn’t hold back. It felt raw, powerful, and absolutely amazing. Even though I’m alone now, my cheeks get all warm. They are definitely beyond red. It was better than I expected. It didn’t hurt much, and in fact, I feel very womanly and satisfied.

But as I walk towards the mansion, there’s a trickling feeling on my thigh. Oh my god! It’s his sweet and sticky cum. This is so wrong, and yet I love it because it feels like he’s marked me as his. Plus, there’s already some bruising peppered on my skin. Should I be thrilled by all of this? Does it make we weird that I kind of liked being used? I never thought of myself as someone with a dirty mind, who wanted pleasure like that, but I just want to be with him again. Truthfully, I’m still sore, but I want Jace to fuck me over and over and over until the sun comes up. I want to be covered in him. Watching him come in me was absolutely beautiful. He’s always magnificent, but this was another side of him, primal and wild. I can’t wait to have him inside my body once more.

Opening the door to the mansion, I sneak back in as quietly as possible. The house feels still which is always a good sign. I breathe a sigh of relief and start to make my way to my bedroom when the lights suddenly flicker on. I flinch, and my heart drops to the floor. Oh shit. My dad is standing on the other side of the room with his arms crossed over his burly chest. I’m not surprised to see that he’s mad but seeing his mask of rage scares the hell out of me. I instinctively wrap my arms around myself, wanting to melt into the wall and disappear.

“Haley,” his voice cuts through the room and assaults my ears. But it’s not because he’s yelling because his voice isn’t even raised. There’s just a sharp edge there that stabs down right to the bone.

“Dad.” I swallow, hoping to calm the nerves building up in my body. Showing weakness in front of him isn’t good. Honestly, being in his presence right now isn’t good.

“Where were you?” he demands in a flat voice.

“Um…” I don’t know what to say because, either way, he’s going to get angry, and I’ll be on the wrong end of it. Anything to do with Jace immediately sets him off. Ever since the two of us got involved, Herb attributes all my ‘bad behavior’ to Jace. “I was – I –”

His face twists into an ugly grin.

“Let me guess, you were out with your low-life boyfriend Jace King, throwing your life away on some worthless idiot.” My dad has made it a habit to insult Jace at every turn in some deluded effort to make me stop seeing him. But I’ve always kept my mouth shut during these tirades because it’s for the best. But tonight, something comes over me. I can’t just stay quiet. Not when Jace has made beautiful, gorgeous love to me.

“He’s not worthless,” I protest. It’s under my breath and I can barely hear it myself, but it’s loud enough to carry.

“What was that?” My dad narrows his eyes and takes a step towards me. I stand up straighter.

“I said he’s not worthless,” I repeat, a little louder this time. I don’t think anything good will come out of this because my dad isn’t going to listen to me, but it feels good to finally speak my truth. “I know you don’t like his family because they’re not rich,” I say. “But I don’t care about that.”

My dad grimaces. Herb finds Jace’s family trashy and, yes, there’s some truth to that. My boyfriend’s dad drinks too much. His mom and his sister are strippers, but that doesn’t mean that Jace is bad. In fact, my boyfriend is embarrassed of his family, and wants to make something of himself. He can’t help who birthed him.

So, I go to his defense.

“Jace isn’t a bad person. He’s always treated me well and we’re in love, so there. I know you can’t understand Dad, but there’s so much more to him than meets the eye.” Herb doesn’t look convinced. In fact, he looks even angrier, and unfortunately, there’s nowhere for me to run or hide. The shit is fully hitting the fan.

“You don’t know what love is,” he bites back. “You’re young and you’re stupid and you need to be told what to do. I’m your father, so you are going to listen to me, girl.”

“I –”

But he’s on a roll.

“Do you think this teenaged, shortsighted love of yours will keep designer shoes on your feet? How about those fancy purses on your shoulder? Shit doesn’t pay for itself, so what are you going to do when he doesn’t have any money? What are you going to do when Jace leaves you high and dry? Don’t think you’re going to come sniveling back to me.”

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