Wet & Wicked: Forbidden Collection Of Lust

Good Girl For Daddy (11)

Chapter 11:

Elena’s POV~

It had been two days since that night, the one where I woke up still tasting him, my skin sticky, and marked, every step I took reminded me exactly who owned me.

I walked across campus head high, knowing I was already ruined, filled with him, belonging only to Rick. Nothing else mattered.

I was halfway to the gates when someone stepped right in my path.

Eden.

My ex. The one who dumped me months ago, said I was too clingy. Now here he was, standing there staring at me like I was something brand new he just discovered.

His eyes dragged slowly over my body, lingering way too long, like he was undressing me right there in the open.

"Elena… damn," he breathed, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe it. "You look incredible. Seriously. You changed. You look older… hotter. Like, really something else. I didn’t see it before, but wow… you’re stunning."

I rolled my eyes, already trying to walk past him. "What do you want, Eden? You made it clear you didn’t want me. Remember?"

"Yeah, well… I was stupid," he said, stepping closer, blocking my way, arrogant and sure of himself. "I didn’t know what I had. But I see it now. I want you back. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll be better. You can’t tell me you don’t miss this. You’re too fine to be walking around alone anyway. You need a real man, and I’m telling you… I’m ready now."

He reached out to grab my wrist, just firm enough to stop me.

"Leave me alone," I said flatly, pulling back.

"Aw, c’mon—"

Suddenly a big shadow fell over us.

"She said leave her alone."

Eden let go instantly and stepped back fast. I looked up. It was Jax.

He stepped right between us, towering over Eden, staring him down until Eden’s face went red, and embarrassed, and he finally just scoffed and walked off, muttering to himself.

I let out a breath. "Thanks, Jax. Seriously. He’s such an idiot."

Jax turned to me, the hard edge melting right off his face. He gave me that easy, calm smile he always had. And then… he moved.

He stepped close, slipped his arm casually but firmly right around my shoulders, pulling me slightly against his side, holding me there, like it was nothing.

"No problem," he said, looking down at me, that easy smile still there. "Guy’s a jerk. Just wanted to make sure he got the message. You okay? You look good, by the way. Really good."

I blushed.

And I had no idea Rick was already there, parked across the lot, half hidden under the tree, watching every single second.

That was it. That was the line.

Rick opened the car door.

He moved slowly. His broad shoulders blocking out the sun, looking harder, more dangerous than anyone else here.

I heard the footsteps before I saw him and I turned… and my blood ran cold.

He stopped right in front of us, towering over both of us. His face was blank, cold, and dead. But his eyes… his eyes were pitch black.

Filled with just pure, unadulterated rage and possession, fixed only on where Jax’s hand was resting on my shoulder.

"Whoa," Jax said simply, lifting his hands a little like he was calming a wild animal. "Easy there, man."

That was all he said. Like Rick was just some overexcited dog.

Rick didn’t speak. He moved so fast I barely saw it. One hand shot out, and ripped Jax’s arm off me so hard I heard his joints pop, and before Jax could even react, Rick grabbed me hard and yanked.

He pulled me so hard I stumbled, slamming me straight against his chest, his arm locking around my waist like iron, crushing me into him, holding me so tight I could barely breathe. Claiming me.

He turned his head slowly to look at Jax.

The look on his face… it wasn’t anger. It was worse. It was pure, cold, terrifying darkness.

"I’ve asked you before," Rick said, his eyes burning right into Jax’s soul. "I’ve asked you to stay away from here."

Jax frowned, confused, crossing his arms, not backing down. "Stay away from where? I was just talking to her. She’s allowed to have friends, Rick. You’re her stepdad, not her jailer."

Rick’s jaw tightened so hard I thought his teeth would shatter. He leaned forward, looming over Jax, his voice dropping dangerously.

"Who gave you the right to touch mine?"

My heart stopped.

My face went up in flames instantly. I wanted to die right there on the spot.

Jax’s eyebrows shot up. He looked between us, confused, shocked, picking up on that word, picking up on the way Rick was holding me, the way he was looking at me like I was something he owned completely.

"Yours?" Jax repeated, frowning deeper. "Yours? What do you mean yours? She’s your—"

Rick cut him off fast, correcting himself, but the damage was already done.

"My stepdaughter!" Rick snapped. "She is my stepdaughter, and you do not put your hands on her. You do not stand this close. You do not look at her like that. I have told you… she is off limits. Do I make myself clear?"

Jax held his hands up, backing off now, finally realizing how far gone Rick was, how weird and intense and possessive he really was. "Alright… alright, man. I got it. Relax. I didn’t mean anything by it. Just being friendly."

"Go," Rick said, pointing a finger at him, cold and final. "Before I decide you’re a problem I need to fix."

Jax hesitated for a second, looked at me one last time and then turned and walked away fast, disappearing into the crowd.

Silence fell.

I stood there, my heart racing, my face burning hot, still held tight against Rick’s chest… and so incredibly wet I could feel it dripping down my legs.

Rick didn’t say another word to anyone. He just tightened his grip on me, turned, and started walking fast toward the car, dragging me along with him, not caring if I stumbled, not caring who stared, not caring about anything but getting me away from everyone and back where I belonged.

He threw the passenger door open, shoved me inside hard, slammed it shut, and walked around to the driver’s side with heavy, angry steps.

The doors locked and the windows went up. The air inside the car was very heavy and thick and suffocating in the best way.

Rick didn’t drive. He didn’t move. He just sat there, breathing hard, staring forward, like he was fighting the urge to bend me over the seat right here in the lot.

Then he turned his head slowly and looked me up and down like he was inspecting damaged goods.

“His hands were on you.” He glared at me.

“Rick, it was nothing… he was just being nice—”

“Nice?” He scoffed, and leaned over the console fast, invading my space, one hand shooting out to grip my jaw, and forcing me to look at him. “You think a man puts his arm around a girl like you just to be nice? You think he doesn't know exactly what you are? Exactly who you belong to?”

His thumb brushed over my lip in a rough and demanding way. “Maybe he still touches you because I haven’t yet owned you like the way I should.”

He slid his hand down fast, between my legs, pressing firm against my clad p***y, making me jolt.

“But you’re not available. You’re mine. Every Part. And I’m gonna make sure you never forget that.”

His palm pressed harder, grinding slow and heavy right over the fabric, making me gasp and arch into his hand without even thinking.

"I should’ve claimed you right there. Right in front of him. Let him see exactly who you belong to." He leaned in close, mouth brushing my ear, voice dropping to a wicked, dark whisper.

I gasped, my chest began to heave.

"Next time I catch someone’s hands on you… I’m gonna pull you onto my lap right out in that parking lot. I’m gonna pull these pants down and bury myself inside you while they watch. Let everyone hear you scream Daddy when I breed you."

My face turned red like I was about to combust.

He pulled his hand away suddenly, leaving me throbbing and empty, and shifted the car into gear with a dangerous smirk. "Drive safe? Nah… I’m driving us somewhere private. And you’re gonna show me exactly how much you remember who owns this pussy."