Bad Romance (16 page)

“Night, Todd!” I waved.

He blew me a kiss and turned with his captive over his shoulder and they headed down the path that would get them to Cat’s house around the corner. No driving for us drunken kids. I shut the door and headed back into the family room. I found Dax leaning against the fireplace and watching me. I collapsed into a huge wingbacked chair and smiled at him. “What?”

He stepped away, and slowly came towards me. His gaze was hard and seemed to scan me up and down slowly. I sat up straighter and shifted uncomfortably. I’d quickly learned that Dax was very—creative. When he looked at me like that without talking he was thinking up something very dirty for us to do.

Dax stopped when his legs brushed my knees and smirked, “I want you to take off your panties, pull that dress up to your hips. Then I want you to toss each leg over the arms of the chair. It will open up that hot, creamy pussy for me. Then I’m going to eat you. I don’t want you to beg me to come, just fucking feel me eating that tight, juicy cunt.”

Gulp.

Yeah.

This was my life now.

Random acts of totally mind blowing dirty sexual content.

I was frozen in place for a moment. Dax tilted his head to the side. “Did I stutter, Clara? I’m pretty sure I will enjoy spanking you just as much.”

Slowly, I lifted my dress skirt. He didn’t step back, just watched as I grabbed the edges of my panties and shoved them down my legs. I paused, looking at both arms.

“Now, Clara.” The deep growl of his voice had me whimpering before I slipped down a bit and tossed my legs over the arms. I could feel the cool air of the house tickling the now swollen and wet lips of my pussy.

“Good girl,” he rumbled before dropping to his knees. “Now, put your arms over your head and enjoy me eating this juicy cunt.”

I lifted my arms and before I could hook them around the top of the chair his mouth was on my sensitive clit. He circled and nipped. I wiggled and he growled against me. I started to mewl as he drew me higher. He teased and baited me until I was pleading with him.
“I said don’t beg, Clara.”

“But—oh shit, fuck yes.”

“There you go. Good girl.” He slipped two fingers inside me and scissored them in and out, easily finding my hot spot as his mouth, tongue, and teeth pulled me closer to the edge. Dax’s fingers pumped and fucked me and I was blind to anything other than his mouth and his fingers. He drew that orgasm right out of me. On a howl I came. All over his fingers I could feel my liquid dribbling out of me as he lapped it up, humming as he cleaned up his expert work. He drew that orgasm out. Dax knew how to do incredible things like that—make an orgasm last what seemed like hours. I cried out and tried to cover my pussy. It hurt so good and yet I wanted more. He slapped my hand away and laughed as he drew more and more out of me. My hips jerked and the rest of me got stiff and hot. I was sweating, my nipples hurt they were so hard, and my body felt like some liquid pool. I felt like I was going to pee and that’s when he drew out that tiny little squirt he always got out of me when he drew out my orgasm.

I screamed and leaned forward, clawing at his back. The pain and pleasure warred inside me. I was kicking and trying to pull away when Dax took pity on me and pulled me against him.

“Shh, Fuck, you’re so hot baby. Hottest fucking thing. You come and you squirt. Fuck.”

He kissed me and I could taste myself in his mouth. The spicy flavor made me moan as he devoured my kiss.

It took us both a moment to register that someone was clapping in the room. I pulled away from Dax and he pinned me with a glare. I shook my head and looked up over his shoulder. Standing in the doorway to my family room was an attractive older gentleman. He looked like Dax, only aged a few more years and the sides of his blonde hair were tinged with grey.

“Well, son, looks like you’ve done well for yourself. If I would’ve known what a hot little piece Clara Parker would become I would’ve headed down to the burb a whole lot sooner.”

I saw Dax turn to stone before my very eyes. It was all registering late. The orgasm had rendered me momentarily stupid when Dax pulled my dress down to cover me, stood, and turned on the man that had invaded our personal moment.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Marcus?”

Chapter Sixteen

Dax

He laughed. The cocky, arrogant, evil mother fucker had the balls to fucking laugh. He walked back into my life like he hadn’t tried to fucking r
uin the fucking hell out of it.

“So, it’s Marcus and not dad, father, papa? You used to call me papa, you know.” He moved away from the doorway and I moved with him, keeping myself between him and Clara.

The asshole had just watched me eat my woman out, and he no doubt enjoyed it. He used to tell me how he would force my mother to fuck other men while he told them what to do and he watched. Hottest sex I’d ever had with that bitch, he’d say. Memories—all of them fucking bad—came rolling back into my brain and nearly dropped me to my knees.

Fuck.

Why now?

“Yeah, you also let your men rape me and then had them rape and kill my mother.”

He itched his brow and nodded. He’d made it to the fireplace and looked over the pictures, “Touché.” He picked up the one with Clara and her mother. He tapped it lightly and looked over at me. I couldn’t hide her anymore, so I pulled her up next to me, locking my arms around her waist. “I knew your mother. Sweet, sweet woman. God, I wanted to fuck her so bad. All curvy and smiles. I wanted to make her smile while I railed her from behind—”

Clara sucked in a breath and I’d had enough. “What the fuck do you want?”

“What? I can’t visit with my son and his girlfriend on Thanksgiving? Why so fucking rude, boy? I raised you better than that.”

I just stared at him. He was baiting me, and I wasn’t going to fucking bite. Let him have out what he wanted from me then he would leave and I could get Clara to her father in England so this shit wouldn’t touch her. I’d then have to get ahold of Todd and his father.

He shrugged. “Just as well I get on with it, right.” It wasn’t a question. “I need you for a drop. This kinda job I want no part of. I’m trying to pull out a bit. People are out for my head and I can’t risk it. Sending you in, my son, my blood will make them believe I have family at my back. The old families won’t fucking touch me.”

“No.”

Fuck. I didn’t even flinch when I said that. I was goddamned proud of myself. I felt Clara grab roughly onto my arm.

I watched as my father’s face went to stone. He took a step closer to me.

“No?”

I came forward, blocking him from Clara and getting right up in his arrogant face. I wasn’t smaller than him anymore. I was a good two inches taller and I was using it. “Yeah, I said no. Did I fucking stutter—Father?”

The man smirked, and it was wicked and full of all kinds of promises of pain that I used to be scared shitless of. But I was no longer his whipping boy. I was a man and I could stand up to this shitty fuck now.

“Is that your final answer, son?”

“Yeah.” I felt my jaw work then I heard a squeal.

I averted my gaze from my father just in time to see two men grab my girl. I moved without thought. I took a swing at one and then a blinding pain slammed into the back of my head. I hit my knees hard.

“DAX!” Clara’s pained scream did things to my chest. Everything went tight and I knew two things for sure. My dad would and could now kill Clara, and I had no choice but to do my father’s fucking bidding.

I looked up and took in the two men holding my Clara. One I knew all too well. He liked to mete out the raping punishments. Fucking liked dick and asshole more than he liked fucking food and water. The other was new, but he nodded in my direction and I looked down until my father took hold of my hair and yanked it upward.

“So, boy, now that I have insurance, what do you say? Will you do my drop?”

“Yes.” My teeth were clenched and I watched that wicked satisfaction coast through my father’s gaze. He shoved my head forward and snapped his fingers. “Take her to the car.”

I was on my feet and swinging at my father before I could think. I knocked him clean in the jaw and he started to laugh again as he stumbled back. “Like fuck you're taking her! She stays here!”

Clara was screaming and kicking at the two men. I moved towards her as they pulled my heart farther and farther away from me. I heard the click of the safety, then the cool metal of a gun against my temple.

“Clara, tell your boy here to let you go.”

She was crying. This fuck had made my Clara cry. We would have it out, and very soon. She opened her mouth and my father’s trigger finger got itchy. “Well, Clara?”

“Dax, let. Me. Go.” She said each between a weak sob. My strong girl was turned to rubbish under my father’s evil hand.

The gun was gone and being shoved in the holster under his arm. “Very good. Gentlemen, put her in the car.” He clapped me on the back. “Don’t worry. So long as she behaves and you do, she will be living fucking lush. See you next Friday.” At that he smoothed out his coat, buttoned it and left.

“Fuck!” I roared. I went to the window and watched Clara allow them to shove her into a black Bentley. Why the fuck was my father this far from Chicago? I didn’t waste time fucking around. I pulled my cell from my pocket and called Todd.

He answered on the third ring and there was fumbling, laughing, then, “Hello.” It was husky and sounded like he’d ju
st been fucking.

Shannon or Cat?

He would be better off with Shannon but I could tell he liked shy little Cat.

“Get the fuck over here now.”

“Fuck, Dax. I got─”

“My dad came and took Clara. I need to get ahold of your dad too.”

There was a muffled profanit
y, then, “I’ll be there in five.”

I hung up.

Hang in there, Clara
.

***

Clara

My nerves were shot. Stuff like this didn’t happen to me. I was a normal girl, in a normal world.

Whose mother was killed by the head of a drug and arms cartel. Who was also your boyfriend’s father. Who was currently taking you farther and farther away from him.

I shifted in my seat until my gaze looked out the back window. We were currently sailing down the 10 freeway heading towards Los Angeles.

Farther away.

No one was following us, I realized as I turned back around in my seat in a huff. Marcus was in the front seat with one of the men that had strong-armed me into the car driving. Next to me was the man that looked creepily familiar. I couldn’t place him as I pinned him with a hard gaze. He turned towards me, his knee brushing mine, and I sucked in a breath and looked out the window.

Damn. I was such a fucking wimp. I just let this band of assholes take me away. What if they killed me? What if they raped me? What if they tortured me and lied about allowing me to leave once this whole drop deal was done?

I could feel the tremors in my hands and shoved them between my legs and clamped them. Hot breath tickled my cheek. My hair billowed softly. I went to squeal and a palm covered my mouth, muffling my scream.

My eyes shifted back and forth between the two men in the front and the man next to me that was about to do something horrible. Well, I didn’t really know he was going to do something horrible; I assumed. Because well, they were bad guys, and bad guys did bad shit.

His voice was low, husky. It sounded like gravel was rumbling around in his throat. It was almost sensual. If it wasn’t altogether totally terrifying.

“Keep your head down, your mouth shut, and don’t instigate Marcus. He will see it as an open door to start something. Nod if you understand.”

I did.

“Good. If you follow my lead, we will both get out of this fucked-up mess alive.”

His warm palm slipped away from my mouth and I nearly yanked it back. The urge to scream bloody murder was strong. God, I wanted to just freak out. I never freaked out. I was cool and calm. I was Switzerland in a sea full of chaos. We drove for what seemed like hours in silence. I knew it was realistically only about an hour. The driver exited the freeway somewhere in downtown Los Angeles and the car moved through the busy city streets until it stopped in front of a huge high rise. I’d lived in this state for quite awhile but I’d never been to anything like this. Strong arms wrapped around my upper arm and pulled me from the car—roughly. I looked up into the eyes of the man that had warned me.

It was then I caught them. That odd mix of aquablue. I knew those eyes. Those eyes had once looked down at me like that. With compassion.

Todd.

Could this man be—?

No. Todd’s dad didn’t know where Dax’s father was.