Elegant Sins - Stasia Black Page 0,56

the fucking man.

He could make me feel so little, weak, and ashamed with one simple sentence. He treated my mother like shit and had cheated on her their entire marriage no doubt. He violated Grace right in front of me because he knew he could. He had the power, and I didn’t. Rage burned inside, and all I could do was watch on.

But I also knew I needed to stop playing his sick game at the moment. A tactical retreat was needed… for now.

His goal was to try to get me to quit or to force Grace to quit, and I wasn’t going to allow it to happen. Not on his terms.

So, as hard as it was, I turned my back… on Grace… and walked away. If my father lost his audience, I hoped he would move on to something more entertaining and at least Grace wouldn’t have to be fucked with a stick any longer.

And if I didn’t walk away, and I didn’t go chat with my friends and act like I was enjoying the party, I would break. I would ruin this not only for me, but for Grace. And since the strong woman simply lay on the table, and didn’t budge in the slightest, the least I could do was control my temper.

Luckily, the sake was strong and poured freely, because the night ended earlier than normal with all the old fucks stumbling home or to one of the guest rooms to sleep off the stupor.

Mrs. H and some servers had already wheeled the table with Grace on it out of the room, and I knew she would be upstairs waiting for me. I said my goodbyes to the few friends I had left in the room, and felt the overwhelming urge to punch my fist through a wall.

Storming into the bedroom, I scanned it for Grace, but could hear the shower running in the bathroom. I hated myself. I hated everyone and everything. I wanted to scream. I wanted to beat someone. I wanted to fuck.

And fuck is what I would do.

At least I had some goddamn control over that.

Stripping down, I marched to the bathroom and joined Grace in the shower with no warning, and not asking permission.

The gentleman in me had literally been broken tonight. Now, all that was left was a boiling over inferno of darkness.

Grace jumped in surprise and dropped the soap in her hands. She didn’t scream, or demand for me to leave, which was good because it would have been all but impossible to comply. Instead, she took a step away from the stream of water to offer me more room.

I wasn’t mad at her. My anger was not directed toward her. But I was pissed as hell. I needed to take it out on someone. And since she was all I had… she would be my prey.

“He touched you,” I said as I took hold of the back of her neck, pulling her face to mine.

“He did.” Her whisper was barely heard against the sound of the running water.

“You’re mine. Mine,” I growled as I flipped her wet body around to face the tile wall. I took hold of each of her wrists and placed her hands to help steady her.

She would need it.

My inner demon demanded to take back what was mine.

My father would not be the last man to touch her this night.

“You will be mine in all ways. Always,” I proclaimed. She nodded furiously.

I released her wrists and was pleased to see she kept her hands where I had placed them. I took hold of her hips and yanked her lower half toward my hard cock. I wanted her ass out and ready for me. I then took my wet finger and pushed it into her anus without any warning.

She tensed but didn’t break her position. “Montgomery…”

“Mine,” was all I could say as I inched my finger deeper into her ass, spreading her for what would come next.

Moving my finger side to side, pumping it in and out, I worked her tight little hole in preparation. She moaned and mewled each time I opened her wider, but she never resisted.

My cock throbbed, but I wanted her ready. I wanted to claim this ass of hers. I wanted to make her scream my name. I wanted her to never forget who she belonged to—regardless of what fucker touched her or even looked at her with dark fantasies in their minds.

But her tight little ass wasn’t ready. Not