Stepbrother's Debt(25)

She wasn’t fighting him, and he was sure he scented her pussy. Her eyes were dilated, and she didn’t look away from him.

“Donnie,” she said his name on a moan.

“That’s right, baby. You’re going to be all mine. Moaning my name as I fuck your tight little pussy. You’re a virgin, and on our wedding night, I’m going to make you mine. No other man is ever going to know how good you feel.” He pressed his nose against her neck, breathing her in. “You smell so damn good.”

He released her breast, hearing her whimper as he glided his hand down to her stomach. She quivered beneath his touch. He didn’t stop there, going down to her pants. The pajamas were no protection against him.

Cupping her naked pussy, he groaned. The fine hairs covering the lips of her snatch were wet to the touch.

Sliding his finger between her slit, he stroked over her clit. She moaned, wriggling on his finger. Sucking on her neck, he moaned, wanting her own hands on his. There would be time for that later. He wanted to give her pleasure and to show her exactly how good it could be between them.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, pinching her clit. She gasped, moaned, and shook in his arms.

The next time he had her in arms she was going to be completely naked, begging for his cock.

Her eyes were closed, and when she went over the peak into an orgasm, he claimed her lips with his own, sliding his tongue in and out of her mouth.

Donnie slowed his touches, waiting for her to come down from the peak. He rubbed her nub, loving the way she screamed his name even as he pulled away. Staring into her eyes, which she now opened, he licked the cream off his fingers, moaning at the musky taste of her exploding on his tongue. He was going to spend hours licking her beautiful cunt, basking in her cream.

“You’ve got to learn to trust me, Paige.”

“Why?” Her voice was croaky and her lips swollen from his kisses.

“You’re in my fucking debt, baby. My father would have gladly pulled the trigger, and by the end of the afternoon, your very presence would be a passing fucking memory.” He released her wrists, and she slowly brought her hands between them, rubbing at her wrists where he’d held her.

There was a red mark from his touch, but he didn’t care. She’d come in his arms, crying out his name.

She wouldn’t have been able to keep herself standing straight without his help.

“Now I owe you?”

“You’re alive because of me. You didn’t want to die.”

“How would you know?”

“Believe it or not, Paige. I’ve listened to you over the past months. You don’t want to die. There’s so much you want from life. College, love, sex, experience, I’ve heard all of your desires, and I can give you everything.”

“You can give me love?”

Donnie gritted his teeth. “I’ll give you something to love.” He pressed a hand to her stomach. “We don’t wait around to start a family.” He’d wear condoms to start off with, or maybe he’d get her settled first by putting his kid inside her.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t. Now, give me the number to this card.” He pulled the card out of his pocket, and stroked it lightly down her cheek. “You’ve got to learn to trust me.”

“Why?” she asked.

Damn, she was so fucking stubborn.

“I’m the only person standing between you and my father. He will kill you if he wants to. If you want to take him on, be my guest.” There was only so much he could do to stop her from killing herself. He wasn’t a miracle worker. If she was determined to die, then he’d steer clear of her, and not help her.

“I don’t want to die.”

“Then I’m your only option.”

“I’ll owe you.”

“Consider a lifetime of being my wife, payment in full.” He cupped her cheek, kissing her lips. “Don’t worry, Paige, I’ll protect you.”

She told him four numbers. “That’s the code to the card. It’s what my father made me memorize.”

“I’m really sorry he’s gone and he put you up to this.”

“Did my mom know?”

“I don’t know, baby. She was only allowed in the house because of your father. My mother was dead for a long time before our parents got together.” Tears spilled down her cheeks. He wiped them away torn by her fear.

Turning his back on her, Donnie made his way out of the room, down toward his father. He’d already pocketed the card, and he wouldn’t be letting his father know that he had it.

“You’re back,” Anthony said, leaning back.