face pale.
“No, I...” She pauses, taking a breath, and I feel my pants get even tighter as her breasts strain against the material of her dress. “I didn’t know they were planning on going out. I thought we were going to a movie and dinner.”
“How’d you get into the club? It’s twenty-one and up.”
“This,” she says, pulling a fake ID out of the little purse in her lap.
“Do you know how much trouble you could have gotten into if you got caught...what could have happened to you if you were left alone?”
“I know,” she says then tears begin to fall from her beautiful eyes, causing my gut to clench. Unhooking her seatbelt, I pull her into my lap and smooth my hand over her hair, feeling it for the first time, realizing it’s even softer than I ever imagined, and she feels even smaller in my arms than I thought she would.
“Hush, baby. You’re safe, and nothing is going to happen to you.” I rock her until she calms then place her back into her seat, helping her buckle up once more before putting the car in drive and pulling away from the curb.
“Um...Carter, my grandparents’ house is the other way,” she says softly, and I grab her hand in mine.
“You’re staying with me, beautiful.”
“What?”
“Do you really want to go home and tell them you lied about what you were doing tonight?” I ask her, stopping at a red light and looking at her.
“No.” She pales.
“I didn’t think so,” I mutter, pressing the gas again.
It feels like the ten-minute drive to my building takes an hour, and by the time we arrive, my hands are holding the steering wheel so tightly that I may have to get it replaced. Her scent is intoxicating me. I swear I can smell her fucking cherry from where I’m sitting, and I want it.
Getting out of the car, I command her to stay put and wait for me to come around and get her. I have never been one for dominance—I don’t play that way—but I need her to listen to me. I want her to follow any rules I lay out for her. I want her to do exactly what I say. I don’t even understand why it’s so important.
Opening her door, I drag her out and head toward the elevator with her hand held tightly in mine.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, knowing she said her friends had told her they were going to dinner, but they ended up at the club instead.
“Very, actually,” she says quietly, ducking her head so I can’t see her eyes, which annoys me.
“I want your eyes when you’re talking to me,” I tell her, pulling up on her chin until her eyes meet mine.
“Okay,” she whispers just as the door to the elevator dings, letting me know we arrived.
Stepping out of the elevator, I hear a gasp come from Fern. Looking at her, I watch as her face lights up when she looks around. I know she comes from money; she’s used to the finer things in life. Her grandfather is one of the wealthiest men in Manhattan, so hearing her gasp when seeing my place fills me with pride.
“Come with me,” I tell her, leading her through the open space toward the bedroom. “You can change into something else while I order us some takeout,” I say, walking over to my closet and pulling out a shirt for her to put on.
“I don’t mind keeping the dress on.”
“I don’t mind it either, baby,” I tell her while my eyes roam over her curves. When my eyes meet hers again, there is a stain on her cheeks that wasn’t there before. “But I want you to be comfortable while you’re here.” It’s a lie. All I really want is to see her in something of mine.
“Okay,” she says quietly, nibbling on her bottom lip again.
“What would you like to eat?”
“Can we get sushi?” she asks timidly.
“Anything you want,” I tell her immediately, and that’s not a lie; I will give her absolutely anything she desires.
“Just two California rolls and a ginger salad,” she says then bites her lip again. “And vegetable tempura if they have it.”
“Anything else?” I tease, making
“No, I...” She pauses, taking a breath, and I feel my pants get even tighter as her breasts strain against the material of her dress. “I didn’t know they were planning on going out. I thought we were going to a movie and dinner.”
“How’d you get into the club? It’s twenty-one and up.”
“This,” she says, pulling a fake ID out of the little purse in her lap.
“Do you know how much trouble you could have gotten into if you got caught...what could have happened to you if you were left alone?”
“I know,” she says then tears begin to fall from her beautiful eyes, causing my gut to clench. Unhooking her seatbelt, I pull her into my lap and smooth my hand over her hair, feeling it for the first time, realizing it’s even softer than I ever imagined, and she feels even smaller in my arms than I thought she would.
“Hush, baby. You’re safe, and nothing is going to happen to you.” I rock her until she calms then place her back into her seat, helping her buckle up once more before putting the car in drive and pulling away from the curb.
“Um...Carter, my grandparents’ house is the other way,” she says softly, and I grab her hand in mine.
“You’re staying with me, beautiful.”
“What?”
“Do you really want to go home and tell them you lied about what you were doing tonight?” I ask her, stopping at a red light and looking at her.
“No.” She pales.
“I didn’t think so,” I mutter, pressing the gas again.
It feels like the ten-minute drive to my building takes an hour, and by the time we arrive, my hands are holding the steering wheel so tightly that I may have to get it replaced. Her scent is intoxicating me. I swear I can smell her fucking cherry from where I’m sitting, and I want it.
Getting out of the car, I command her to stay put and wait for me to come around and get her. I have never been one for dominance—I don’t play that way—but I need her to listen to me. I want her to follow any rules I lay out for her. I want her to do exactly what I say. I don’t even understand why it’s so important.
Opening her door, I drag her out and head toward the elevator with her hand held tightly in mine.
“Are you hungry?” I ask, knowing she said her friends had told her they were going to dinner, but they ended up at the club instead.
“Very, actually,” she says quietly, ducking her head so I can’t see her eyes, which annoys me.
“I want your eyes when you’re talking to me,” I tell her, pulling up on her chin until her eyes meet mine.
“Okay,” she whispers just as the door to the elevator dings, letting me know we arrived.
Stepping out of the elevator, I hear a gasp come from Fern. Looking at her, I watch as her face lights up when she looks around. I know she comes from money; she’s used to the finer things in life. Her grandfather is one of the wealthiest men in Manhattan, so hearing her gasp when seeing my place fills me with pride.
“Come with me,” I tell her, leading her through the open space toward the bedroom. “You can change into something else while I order us some takeout,” I say, walking over to my closet and pulling out a shirt for her to put on.
“I don’t mind keeping the dress on.”
“I don’t mind it either, baby,” I tell her while my eyes roam over her curves. When my eyes meet hers again, there is a stain on her cheeks that wasn’t there before. “But I want you to be comfortable while you’re here.” It’s a lie. All I really want is to see her in something of mine.
“Okay,” she says quietly, nibbling on her bottom lip again.
“What would you like to eat?”
“Can we get sushi?” she asks timidly.
“Anything you want,” I tell her immediately, and that’s not a lie; I will give her absolutely anything she desires.
“Just two California rolls and a ginger salad,” she says then bites her lip again. “And vegetable tempura if they have it.”
“Anything else?” I tease, making
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