Riding My Father‑in‑Law: Dealing with the Devil

Not Ready

Lyra

"Hello, Princess," Grave said to me, his hands groping the boobs of the Bambi sitting on his lap, and for reasons I can't explain, I suddenly wanted to rip that wig off her head.

But I didn't lose my cool. Instead, I smirked back, then walked over confidently and sat next to Storm, who, along with the others in the room, was watching everything unfold.

"So, Kane…" a brother started, but I cut him off by casually raising my hand.

"It's Cross," I said, nonchalantly.

Grave snickered, clearly not surprised. Storm coughed, trying to hide her laugh, while the brothers weren't exactly thrilled.

"Listen here, you brat—"

"Havoc, calm down," Grave said to the brother with a voice so calm and deadly that everyone in the room noticed the shift. He gently lifted the Bambi off his lap and stood up, staring intently at Havoc, if looks could kill.

"Sorry, boss," Havoc said, barely looking at him. Grave gave him one more look and then turned to me. "Follow me," he said with so much authority that, if I were a mere civilian, I would have pissed myself.

Leaving the room with him, we went downstairs where the party was still kicking.

I can't lie, being around Grave is messing with my head, and it's bad. Really bad. I need to focus entirely on the mission.

Witnessing how people bowed whenever he walked past, and how respected he was, I understood Kane's disdain towards him. He was a leader in every sense of the word, and frankly, Kane might be my father, but he wasn't a leader. At least not like Grave.

Oh s**t.

What the hell am I thinking? He is the enemy, Lyra. Keep your head straight, girl.

"Brothers," Grave roared, and everywhere went dead silent. Damn. How powerful is this man? "And beautiful sisters, of course," he smirked, and the ladies looked like they'd just had the best orgasms of their lives. I rolled my eyes at his antics. "We have a new member - a very important member, in fact. Honestly, I don't give a f**k about your feelings about my son's marriage, so let's get one thing straight, Lyra Cross Maddox is going to get your respect, as she deserves. Like it or not, she bears my name now, my mark, and for that you will put her on the pedestal she stands on. Got it?"

Grave said it with a note of finality, staring at me like he was claiming me, like he owned me.

A few mumbles and frowns here and there, but a few nods could be seen as well. All the while, my gaze was on Grave and his was on me. Then it dawned on me that he had just claimed me. His members may not have noticed, but he wasn't introducing me as his son's wife, he was introducing me as his. I think I liked it.

After the introduction, I went outside for some air because it suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. Leaning against the wall, I tried to get my head back on track. Marcus is my true love. Kane might be a fool, but he is my father. The Iron Revenants are the enemy. Grave Maddox is… is… is the enemy. He is the enemy. I kept repeating it to myself when the back door opened, snapping me out of whatever the hell I was doing.

"Hey, Princess," Grave said, taking a swig of his drink and looking at me, making sure am not a threat at the moment.

"Father-in-law," I replied, looking him dead in the eye. I could see amusement and admiration dancing in there.

He walked closer until he was right in front of me. I could smell the whiskey on him. He tucked my hair behind my ear, then forcefully grabbed my face and pulled me closer. I should have swung at him, but unfortunately, I was turned on. He licked my lips, then bit them, hard.

"You are dangerous, Princess, and you know it. I love that about you." His hands slid from my jaw to my neck; he grabbed it, but not too hard this time. "I won't lie, Princess, I'm intrigued." He put his thumb under my chin and lifted my head to look at him. "I want to f**k you, so badly, and I know you want me to." He leaned in close, so close that I thought he was about to kiss me, and I wanted him to. "But not now, sweetheart. You're not hungry enough," he said, pulling away.

He tried to walk away, but I grabbed his hand. "You think you can make me beg? That I'll crawl to you? You said it yourself, I'm dangerous. Do you know why I'm dangerous? I know when and where to strike. And Grave, I know exactly where to strike you." I placed my hand on his junk. He didn't flinch, but I knew I'd gotten to him. "You think I'm not hungry enough? No, baby - you're just not ready for me."

Taking his glass from him, I drank everything left in it, ignoring the burn. He just stared at me, desire evident in his eyes.

I knew I was pushing him, but knowing a man like him, he wouldn't break easily. I needed something big - a bang so loud it would crack him open. I guess our game had just moved to another level, because right now, my only mission was to make him fall for me. I knew I had my work cut out for me, but I wasn't backing down from Grave.