Sparkplug,” he says. “We’ll get you nice and warm and then you can tell me all your secrets.”
I laugh, but it sounds hollow.
Oh, God.
This could end everything.
But wouldn’t that be for the best, anyway?
Chapter Ten
Saul
We walk together to the study, hand in hand, her body feeling tense and her mood no different.
I can sense – scent – her mood, an almost-physical thing following us through the long hallways of the house.
My manhood is still thrumming but I’ve managed to get myself under some facsimile of control, even if every touch and every breath of hers tries to drive me once again to dominating carnality.
The way she looked bent over for me, her ass cheeks sticking out, so round and luscious.
And then the way she moaned as I spanked her, turning her ass a subtle shade of red, the way she …
I have to force it all from my mind before I pounce on her again like the wild jungle cat I am.
Is this about Fiona?
That’s definitely the unsaid thing that hovers between us, the silent accusation. But what if it’s just an unsaid thing and not the unsaid thing?
I lead us past my desk and the large screen where I watch racing tapes to the armchairs in the corner, the ones that look out over the garden when it’s daytime. But now, with a sheen of winter making the glass turn into near-blue icy crystal, and with the night pitch-dark, all it shows is our reflections.
I sit and stare at Sadie, having to force my eyes to stay on her face unless I lose control and turn feral again.
“So,” I say. “What do you need to tell me?”
She bites her lip – fucking hell, she’s too sexy, she’s killing me – and then brushes her hands down her legs, causing me to shiver like a starving man with a steak right there in front of him—but he’s not allowed to eat it, to fall upon it and devour it.
Not yet.
“It’s really embarrassing,” she says. “I mean, I’m twenty.”
I laugh grimly and reach across, pinching her cheek playfully. “Is that what you wanted to tell me, Sparkplug? Your age? Alright then, I’m forty-one. There, are we even now?”
She pouts, smacking my hand away. For a moment it’s like we’re going to fall back into the easy lust of the racetrack. My seed hasn’t stopped roaring at me since I tasted the sweet secret of her pussy, her lavishing cream.
But then she leans back, perhaps sensing that I’m a beast who’s going to take every inch of her luscious flesh if she doesn’t.
And she’s right.
Because she’s mine.
“It’s … listen, I’ve always been the nervous girl, okay? I know it’s weird to talk about myself like this—”
“It’s not,” I say. “I’m interested.”
“R-really?” she whispers, her stutter so endearing a crazy thought rises in me to grab her and take her someplace far away, just me and her, no thought of Fiona or guilt of any of it.
A terrible thought to have about my daughter, one I’d never follow.
But I can’t deny that it’s there, that it’s real.
“Really,” I growl passionately.
“Well, okay,” she murmurs. “Basically, I’ve never been much of an outgoing person, you know? In school, I pretty much spent all my time in the library, on my own, sort of a loner. I was always closer to animals than with people. Heck, I was even closer to books about animals than people. So what I’m trying to say is, I’ve never dated much.”
“Good,” I snarl.
The mere thought of another man touching this woman makes me want to find them and do violent things.
Suddenly, sitting here by the light of the scones, I know that she’s fully mine in the most possessive sense possible.
No one else ever touches you again, Sparkplug. I’ll kill them if they do like men ten thousand years ago had to kill rivals to stake their claims in the most bountiful, fertile women.
She flinches and her eyes brim with something. I read her gaze. I see it. She’s thinking the same thing, or something very similar. She’s walking the same line of logic that I am.
No, not logic.
Destiny.
“Good?” she whispers.
“Yes, good,” I tell her. “Because that fine fucking pink wet slit is mine and mine alone.”
“Wait,” she murmurs. “I’m confused.”
“Because you thought I just wanted to fuck you and that was it? Because you didn’t realize that there’s something else going on here?”
“Well, what is going on here?”
I grab her savagely and drag her into my lap. She squeals