Chapter 4
After dropping Ellie off at her family home, I called Kai and told him I wanted a full breakdown of her background and her family too.
Tommy would not have Jade around someone who wasn’t suitable, but I still wanted a full rundown of the girl consuming my mind, no matter how many times I’ve fucked my fist.
It’s been over a week since I saw her last, and an hour hasn’t gone by without her plaguing my thoughts. Even as I slept, she was playing out in my dreams.
The way she reacted when I told her I was almost old enough to be her daddy . .. Jesus. I could practically smell her pussy dripping. My little girl wants to be protected, and I am so happy to be the man who insists on doing it.
The working week has been hell, with issue after issue: a police raid at our nightclub, followed by an FBI raid at our warehouse, and a murder at our strip club. Throw in some missing shipments, and hell doesn’t quite cover it.
Today, I’m finally able to put that shit aside and bring my girl home.
I lean back against the car door with my legs crossed at the ankle while I smoke on a joint to ease the tension from the past week.
The moment the school bell rings, alerting the students’ end of day, I stand taller, flick the joint to the ground, and wait for her to exit through the doors.
When she does, my heart hammers against my chest, causing a bolt of pain to strike me, leaving me unable to breathe for a moment.
Her hair blows in the light breeze and a smile encompasses her pretty face as she strides in my direction, but her attention is on the person next to her, and when I take him in, anger surges through me with such force a red haze surrounds me. An uneasy feeling settles in my chest, and I’m pretty fucking sure it’s jealousy.
Who the fuck is she speaking to?
And why the hell is he touching her shoulder?
The punk beside her beams, and when he throws his head back on an obnoxious laugh, I want to snap it from his pompous shoulders, leaving him decapitated on the floor.
As if sensing my gaze, she turns her head toward me. The huge smile falls from her face, and her eyes narrow as she glances from me to the kid and back again.
She says something to him, and he looks in my direction. I revel in the fact that he pales and darts his eyes away before scurrying off toward the school like a little coward.
Ellie breezes toward me as if she has all the time in the world, and I feel every movement in my cock. The fabric of my pants restricts it from growing any further, and when I take in her school uniform, pre-cum leaks from my slit.
Her school skirt is so short it almost exposes her ass, and her white blouse is unbuttoned to her small tits, exposing her olive skin. My hands twitch to rip the uniform from her and force her onto her knees to lick me clean as punishment for the reaction my body creates. All while everyone looks on wishing they were me. To have everyone knowing I possess every inch of her has my cock throbbing with a need to unleash my darkness on her, to force her to take everything I have to give and to leave no doubt in people’s minds who she belongs to—me.
“What are you doing here?” Her soft voice floats through the air and wraps around me like a second skin, gifting me with a warmth I’m not used to feeling.
Nodding toward the car, I ignore her question. “Get in.” My voice comes out gravelly, as if it was a struggle to string the short sentence together.
I open my door, slide into the driver’s seat, then, before she has chance, I lean over and buckle her in. I don’t miss the sharp intake of breath she sucks in as my arm brushes across her chest, nor do I miss the smell of her perfume, a fresh, clean scent that only emphasizes my thickening cock.
Clearing my throat, I start the engine and reverse out of the busy parking lot with a well-orchestrated ease as we drive in silence through the school gates. “You never answered my question. What are you doing here, Rafael?” Her silky hair shines in the sun, the reflection bouncing off the windows.
Once again, I choose to ignore her question because it will become obvious soon enough, and instead pose my own. “The punk. Is he your boyfriend?”
I can feel her eyes on me, drilling into the side of my face until I finally turn toward her. Her beauty strikes me in the chest, at the way her hair falls over her shoulders like a satin curtain and the way in which her chest rises as if annoyed at my question, yet her tits stay perfectly still.
Aggravation boils my blood at being kept waiting for a response, and before I know what I’m doing, I slam my fist against the steering wheel, causing her to jump. “Answer the fucking question!”
“No.”
“No?” I scan over her in search of a lie. “You’re sure?”
She scoffs. “Of course I’m sure.” Then she crosses her arms over her chest. “Besides, I don’t know what you think that has to do with you.” Oh, she did not just fucking say that. The vein in my neck pulses as I try to remain in control.
Taking a moment to collect myself, I exhale. “You’re mine.”
“Yours?”
“Mine.”
“You make me sound like a possession.”
“You are. You’re my possession.” I grin manically.
She chokes on a sardonic laugh. “I’m going to be your employee, Rafael. That doesn’t make me your possession.”
“Wrong. It means I own your ass and you don’t get to leave until I’m finished with you.”
Her mouth falls, and my muscles tense with the need to take her. My fingers itch to do it, to have her on her knees for me, stuffed with my cock until her brown eyes fill with tears and her chin is coated in my cum. My eyes scan the road for a break in the intersection but find none.
“I’m going to be Oliver’s nanny.”
“You are,” I agree. “And anything else I need you to be.” I enjoy the disgruntled noise that escapes her throat.
“Like what?”
Instead of responding to her with words, I decide to show her. So I take one hand off the steering wheel and, with a well-practiced ease, unbuckle my belt, pop open my pant button, and slide down my zipper. I can feel the heat of her stare on me, and it only heightens my need further.
My entire body relaxes into the seat when the discomfort surrounding my cock eases as my hand wraps around it. Pulling it from my boxers, I hiss in satisfaction.
Now I’ll punish her for making me feel so damn insane over her. So jealous when I’ve never been jealous of anything in my entire life.
“Now, fucking suck,” I demand.