Look how well You take this C*ck (Bad Men Possessing Good Girls #2)

10. Ellie

CHAPTER 10

Ellie

S eeing Lars had me in total panic mode at first. I didn’t know how to react. Was I supposed to act like we were strangers…lovers? He was my friend’s dad. Thankfully, he’d been in complete control, and then I became more concerned because he acted all professionally. It wasn’t until we sat on the bench and talked that I realized he was more worried about me than I ever would have believed.

“You don’t have to, you know. We have enough evidence to convict at a trial.” Lars’ calm tone and supportive nature are why I can even consider the meeting my father requests.

“You’ve said that.” I smile softly as we walk hand in hand back to my foster parents’ home. “I think I need to, nevertheless. I’ve lived in the dark for so long that I need to know what happened to my mother and why. You’ll tell him those are my conditions?” I’ve asked no less than three times already.

“Promise.” He stops about a block from my house to pull me into his arms, giving me a real goodbye before offering a formal one in front of the Hillards’ in a few minutes.

Lifting my face to his, I recognize the displeasure in his eyes at me not spending the night in his arms. I’m not ready for the world to know about us yet, for people to judge him for being with someone twenty years his junior. I’d hate to cause any harm to Lars or Damon’s lives.

Our lips touch, and the past week’s stress of studying for school exams, the thought of being rejected by this man, and learning my mom was murdered fade away. All that’s left is the feeling of Lars and the comfort he offers.

Touching his tongue with mine as he taught me, a vibrating groan escapes him, and I push up into his body, wrapping my arms around his neck as his capture me around my waist and back. We’re lost in the kiss until a horn blaring from a few streets over startles us apart.

Dragging his hands through my hair, he fists two chunks and pulls back. “You’ll come over tomorrow and spend the night with me.” Happiness fills me to completion.

“Yes, Daddy.” His grip tightens to the point of pain, but I ignore it. I like that I make him lose control.

“You can’t fucking say things like that when I can’t act on it, sweetheart.” His feral growl instantly dampens my panties.

“Sorry, Daddy,” I whisper with a giggle, jumping out of his reach before he can swat my ass.

“I’ll make you sorry.” The threat steals my breath, and anticipation speeds the beat of my heart.

Walking backwards and a few feet in front of him, I ask, “Do you promise?”

His eyes widen before narrowing as a smirk lifts the corner of his lips. “Yeah, sweetheart. Daddy promises all kinds of punishment for teasing.”

I didn’t know a promise could grab me in a chokehold and hang on until I couldn’t think straight, but that’s what’s happening here.

“Damon will be here at noon sharp to get you.” I nod, allowing Lars to catch up to me so we can walk back to the house normally. “I’ll drop you off Monday before school.”

My breath catches. “You will?”

“Yes, Ellie, I will. Unless you don’t want me to.” There’s an edge to his tone. I understand that he doesn’t want to hide us, but I don’t know if I’m ready for the world to rip his life apart, because it will.

“I do.” I go quiet, hiding my eyes. “But I worry about you getting into trouble.”

When I glance up again, I can tell he struggles to curtail his need to tug me back into his arms. He wishes to respect my concerns, and I think I fall a little more in love with him.

“You don’t need to worry about me, sweetheart. I can take care of myself, and if people want to think horrible things about me, about us, then they aren’t people I want to know.” Breathing a little easier, I offer a slight nod as we continue home.

After a quick goodbye, I enter the house and head back up to my room where I was previously studying. It’s an hour before Clara comes to check on me.

“You doing all right?” I don’t know if I’ll ever grow used to her genuine care and concern.

“Yeah. My dad wants to see me. Says he’ll confess if I speak to him.”

She drops onto the bed across from where I’m sitting at the desk they moved in here for me. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to know what happened to my mom.”

My eyes burn with tears as I think about it all. Try as I might, I don’t remember much from that time of my life. I remember the grief, the anger, the debilitating shock, but nothing of importance. I need those answers so I can grieve again and move on from the loss that feels like it’s happened all over again.

“I understand that. But will it help with what’s going on now?”

I haven’t said anything to Clara, but I know she and Connor are aware of the bullying and judgment at school over what my father has done. After the news broke, it didn’t take long for me to be identified as his daughter. Carly certainly hasn’t made things any better, either.

Shrugging, I don’t commit to an answer. To be honest, I only explained to her out of courtesy. It’s my choice, and I know it. Which is why I’m thinking about it.

“I’m going to stay at Damon’s for the next couple of nights. I’ll be home before my first exam on Monday.”

I have three of them next week, and as much as I’d like to skip them, I just want to get the school year done and over with. I’ve been working diligently to finish my final two courses sooner than the end of the semester. I have two exams for AP Chemistry and one for History. After that, I’m done.

“Oh, okay.” They can tell me no if they want to, but I sometimes feel like they aren’t sure how to deal with me. “We could have a special dinner after your final exam; celebrate a little?” She’s hesitant in her request.

“Sure, Clara, that would be nice.”

She leaves after that, and I’m alone for the rest of the night. Lost in studying and analyzing every moment of the last six years, wondering how I never noticed my father was a notorious serial killer.