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Gideon
“They may marry, but we’ll never be a family,” the little princess snipped back rather than acknowledging my little warning. A delicious pink rose on her high cheekbones, her sexy as fuck lips pressing tight as I studied her.
My grin grew, but the truth of the situation I found myself in didn’t create one fucking ounce of joy. Dad’s latest conquest had a hot as fuck daughter, a few months shy of Alaska’s legal age for consent, but when had that stopped him? And the tasty-looking morsel in front of me with the pale legs and gorgeous tits had my mind going the fuck and conquer route the second I’d laid eyes on her.
“Dad always wanted a little girl.” I gave her the brutally honest truth and waited, wondering how smart Addilyn Reed really was.
She shivered like she caught my drift, and I glanced over at my dad again where he sat with her mom. His dark eyes lingered on the princess’s tits as his soon-to-be wife held his new, ugly as fuck tie, whispering in his ear.
His conquest. Her daughter.
Without a doubt, the real reason he’d decided to snag the rich widow as his latest sugar momma. While I hated him for what he did and what he’d done in the past, I hated Addilyn too.
The fish I’d eaten for dinner took to flopping around in my gut like it was fresh off the line, and I swallowed against the bile creeping up my throat. If Mrs. Reed knew Dad’s past, she wouldn’t have let him step foot into her stately mansion with its marble floor and wrapping stairs. She would have told the bastard to take a hike rather than mess with the fire of my father and the sure tragedy to follow in his wake.
Addilyn slid her hands back onto her lap, her fingers laced together on a plaid skirt that showed too much damn thigh for her own good. A stain on her white button-down, right above her pebbled left nipple drew my focus—again.
With firsthand knowledge of living beneath a controlling parent, I’d seen more than either Mrs. Reed or her daughter had probably expected or meant to show when she’d walked down the stairs like royalty.
Mother Reed didn’t appreciate Addilyn’s appearance in what had to be a school uniform when she herself wore expensive-looking slacks and a silk blouse of the most hideous vomit-yellow color. Mother Reed’s disapproval hurt her daughter deeper than she probably knew too.
Did the blonde beauty with the captivating eyes sitting across from me ever consider rebelling? Had she ever gone against her mother, stretched her wings, said ‘fuck you,’ and just breathed? She sure as fuck didn’t act it—she looked like a sheltered princess, exactly as I’d tagged her.
An innocent one if her reactions to the lust-filled looks I couldn’t help giving her when Dad wasn’t paying attention were any indication. Sultry mouth parting like she sucked in air. Wide eyes, her pupils dilating the slightest bit. Twice, a flick of her pink tongue to her lower lip.
Those slender fingers of hers tightened together, the knuckles growing whiter the longer I stared, drinking my fill.
She hated me. Hated Dad—rightly so, smart girl. Hated that her mother had brought two strange men into their lives.
Well, I hated her and her pissy attitude too, but what else?
I cocked my head to the side and studied Addilyn Reed, the snobby hot bitch who without a doubt felt me and my dad were way beneath her station even if her mom didn’t. Peering down her nose at me even though she was a good ten or so inches shorter definitely came naturally.
Her ankles were crossed, knees pressed tightly together. Prim and proper, shut off except for those few times I got her to hiss and spit like a damn cat. Fucking loved it too. All that pent-up anger I thoroughly understood, the kind that made for one hell of a hot fuck when given the chance. Made me want to poke and prod beneath her exterior. See how far I could get her to go beyond her tight-reined upbringing. See all the shades of red her high cheekbones held beneath her pale skin.
Addilyn had chosen a seat close to the door as though seeking out the quickest way to escape when allowed, but she sat straight, shoulders back, drawing attention to her perfect set of tits.
Her chin was held high and white-blonde hair shone like she brushed it three times a day, but her gaze flitted to my face and away as though my stare caused some deep insecurities to rise inside her. Like I unsettled her—when it should’ve been Dad alone who sent that shiver down her spine. I’d noticed it when he’d held out his hand to greet her earlier in the foyer.
The twitch of a frown between her perfectly shaped—dark—eyebrows hinted displeasure I’d already figured out and made me wonder what color of hair hid her little clit.
A contradiction, a mystery I wanted to unravel.
And the press of her full lips in continued disdain…
She had lips that would look fucking fantastic glistening with my pre-cum I smeared over them—or wrapped around my dick.
Goddamnit.
My jaw clenched again, and I had to glance away. I hated my tight suit and tie and the stuffy feeling of the parlor as much as Addilyn despised our presence in her house.
No fucking way could I let Dad know what the sight of her did to me. No fucking way could I let him close to her either. I’d been conditioned. Could read a person’s body language, their tells—an ability he, thank fuck, didn’t seem to possess.
Living with Dad for seventeen, almost eighteen years had taught me well, and I knew what that fucker was after.
Same as before.
