Good Girl For Daddy (12)
1307 Words
Elena’s POV~
My thighs were still sticky.
The drive home had been torture. Every time I shifted in the leather seat, I could feel the ghost of Rick’s handprint burning on my ass, the memory of him hissing "Who gave you the right to touch mine?" in the parking lot making my panties damp all over again. I was floating on a cloud of forbidden lust, my mind replaying the way he almost fingered me in the car but chose not to.
I walked into the foyer, kicking off my shoes, ready to creep upstairs and relieve the tension Rick had left me with. Rick was already into the house.
But the atmosphere in the mansion was thick, and electric.
"You think you can just ignore me?!"
A shriek came from the living room, followed by the sound of glass shattering.
It was mom.
I sighed, the lust turning into instant irritation. I found her in the sitting room, pacing like a caged tiger in a dress that cost more than my tuition. Her hair was a bird's nest, her eyes wild, and she was clutching an empty crystal tumbler like a weapon.
"Look at you," she sneered the moment she saw me, her eyes raking over my body with pure hatred. "Walking around like you own the place. Where is he? Where is my husband?"
"He's in his study, Mother," I said, keeping my voice bored, though my heart was racing. "And he's not your husband right now, is he? You're screaming at an empty room."
Vanessa let out a screech and lunged. She didn't hit me, but she got right in my face, smelling of gin and desperation. "Don't you dare talk back to me, you little w***e. You think I don't know? You think I haven't seen the way you look at him?"
She poked me hard in the collarbone. "You’ve been spreading your legs for him, haven't you? I saw the way you looked at him at dinner. You think I'm stupid? You’re a dirty, disgusting little tramp, seducing your own stepfather because you're jealous of me!"
"Get off me," I snapped, shoving her shoulder.
She stumbled back, eyes widening with vindictive glee. "Oh, I will. I’m going to make sure everyone knows exactly what kind of slut you are!"
Before I could react, the heavy doors of the study swung open.
Rick stepped out. He looked devastatingly calm. A glass of whiskey in one hand, his shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing the forearms that had restrained me just hours ago.
"Vanessa," his voice vibrated. "That’s enough."
"That’s enough? That’s enough?" She spun around, pointing a shaking finger at him, then swung it back to me. "Your daughter is a slut, Rick! A filthy little slut! I caught her, I know what she’s been doing to you! She’s been in your bed! She’s been—"
"Stop." Rick’s voice cracked like a whip.
But Vanessa was unhinged. She turned toward the front door which, right on cue, opened to reveal two police detectives and a federal agent.
"Officers! Thank God!" Vanessa shrieked, running toward them, nearly tripping over the rug. "Arrest her! Arrest her!" She pointed a manicured nail at me. "She’s committing incest! She’s sleeping with him! They’re doing taboo s**t right under my nose! Look at her! She’s wet for him right now, I can tell!"
The officers looked uncomfortable, glancing between a screaming, drunken Vanessa and a stoic Rick.
I did the only thing I could. I shrank back, letting my lip tremble, wrapping my arms around myself like a frightened child.
Rick stepped forward, positioning himself perfectly between me and the officers, his broad back shielding me. He handed a thick folder to the lead agent without looking at Vanessa.
"Agent Miller," Rick said smoothly, ignoring her accusations entirely. "The evidence of the offshore accounts and the forged signatures is all there. Vanessa has been running a scam using my name and assets for months."
Vanessa gasped, clutching her chest. "You bastard! You set me up!"
Rick finally looked down at her, his face a mask of cold indifference. Then he looked at the officers, shaking his head with a heavy sigh, playing the role of the weary, victimized man.
"As for her... ramblings," Rick said, gesturing lazily to Vanessa while keeping a protective arm behind him, hovering near my shoulder. "She’s been unstable for weeks. The stress of the investigation has clearly cracked her. Elena is devastated."
I let out a perfectly timed, shaky sob. "Daddy... I don't know why she's saying those things. I've never... she's my mom..."
"She's not well, Officer," Rick continued, his voice dropping an octave, filled with fake concern. "She’s been caught red-handed stealing millions, and now she’s lashing out at the only family she has left. Accusing me... accusing her daughter of something so vile?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "It’s pathetic."
Vanessa lost it.
"You liar!" she screamed, spittle flying from her mouth. She charged at Rick, but when he didn't move, she pivoted and came for me.
She grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back hard. Pain exploded on my scalp. "You little b***h! You stole him! You’ve been letting him touch you, I know it! I saw the way you moaned for him! You’re a freak! Both of you are sick!"
I screamed, not just from the pain, but for the show. Rick reacted instantly.
He grabbed Vanessa’s wrist with a crushing grip and ripped her hand off me. He didn't throw her; he held her there, his face inches from hers, radiating a violence that made the officers step back.
"Do not," he growled, low and dangerous, "ever put your hands on my daughter again."
"She's not your daughter! She's a w***e!" Vanessa shrieked, struggling against his iron grip.
Rick looked at the officers. "Get her out of here. Now."
The officers moved in. They had to pry Rick’s hand off Vanessa because he was holding her so tight she was turning purple.
"Rick! You can't do this! I'll tell everyone! I'll tell the whole world about the basement! I'll tell them how you look at her when she wears those little shorts!" Vanessa screamed as they cuffed her. She was kicking, fighting. "You hear me, Elena? You’re nothing! You’re just a hole for him to fill! He’ll get bored of you! He’ll—"
Rick stepped in front of me again, blocking her view. "Take her to the station. Book her. There would be no bail."
As they dragged her out the front door, her screams echoed down the long driveway. "I HOPE HE RUINS YOU! YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE SLUT! I HOPE HE ROTS IN HELL WITH YOU!"
The door slammed shut.
Silence fell.
I stood there, shaking, my scalp throbbing, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Rick turned around slowly. The "concerned father" mask dissolved instantly. His eyes were black, burning with a hunger that matched the chaos Vanessa had just unleashed.
He looked at the officers' retreating taillights, then back to me.
"She touched you," he said, his voice rough. He reached out, not gently this time. His fingers brushed the spot on my scalp where she had pulled my hair. "She dared to call you those things."
He stepped into my space, backing me up against the wall, his body heat overwhelming me.
"Daddy?" I whispered, playing the part until my voice cracked, but my eyes were locked on his lips.
"She’s gone," he murmured, sliding his hand around the back of my neck, his thumb stroking the pulse point furiously. "And she’s right about one thing."
He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear, whispering the words that made my knees weak.
"You are mine. And now that the trash is taken out... I don't have to pretend anymore."
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