Married My Ex's Mafia Dad

Chapter 3

Reginald's POV

I sat in the car, staring at the brightly lit villa not far away.

Tonight, the Sullivans were throwing a big birthday bash, flaunting Kayla as their precious adopted daughter.

My assistant asked if I wanted to join the party.

I stayed quiet. I was just here to show up, not to hang around.

In the distance, a slender figure caught my eye.

Last night, the Sullivans had their grand party, but this girl, bruised and pale, didn't belong at all.

Yves saw my confusion and explained, "Mr. Kingsley, that scarred girl was the real Ms. Sullivan, just been released after three years in prison."

It was clear she wasn't respected. Yves and I shared our disbelief that the real Ms. Sullivan was mistreated while the imposter was celebrated.

I frowned, but I said nothing.

Though busy with work, I decided to attend and instructed the driver to go.

After getting out of the car, I didn't walk too far as I was not familiar with the Sullivan Villa.

Then, I heard moans and screams from a woman near the stairs.

That was pretty bold! But I had to admit that this eavesdropping passion aroused my interest.

Just as I turned around, I bumped into that scarred girl Brittany.

She ran out of the corridor in a hurry, as if fleeing someone.

Her eyes were red and wild, teeth worrying her lip like a scared little rabbit.

Those soft hands pressed against my chest, barely there, while blonde curls framed her face. I let her stay close, enjoying every second.

She froze when she saw me, those big eyes going wide, lips parting in shock.

Her scent hit me - sweet, intoxicating.

Fuck, it was doing things to me.

My throat couldn't help but roll.

Damn it. Just being near her had me hard as steel.

When was the last time any woman got to me like this?

Her chest was heaving, and I could see her deep, seductive cleavage.

I didn't know who had picked this dress for her, but it was clearly picked by someone with no taste. Her shape deserved a more beautiful gown.

She caught me looking and tensed, fingers digging in.

But to me, her behavior was almost like a teasing touch.

This innocent little thing didn't know she was just turning me on more.

I thought, "She must be a virgin."

Shit!

Those baby blues, all wide and clueless, made my c**k throb.

My gaze was drawn back to her face, and I stared at those slightly parted red lips again.

Just thinking about what those lips could do - what I could make them do - had my blood running hot and my breathing rough.

"Sorry. Are you okay?" My voice came out rough, hungry.

Had to smirk - she looked so nervous, like a doe.

And her neck, which was panting rapidly, seemed to be waiting for me to leave a hickey on it.

My eyes roamed over Brittany.

How would she react if I pulled that ugly dress off?

"It's okay," she said in a relaxed manner and took a deep breath.

I clenched my teeth and resisted the urge to smile at her words.

Fuck me. That skin was pure silk. Perfect little angel right here!

Every primal instinct in me wanted to corrupt her.

My body was filled with a vast desire, and I thought she felt it as well.

Even my heart was clamoring to hug and kiss her.

Pure male possession - wanting to own this young girl!

When she lifted her hand, I grabbed that delicate wrist - so damn tiny in my grip.

I saw her surprise, and her pupils were shining.

I smiled wickedly and pulled Brittany into my arms.

Then I put her soft fingers to my lips, breathing in her sweet scent still lingering on her skin.

My Adam's apple rolled once again, and my voice dropped low, dangerous.

"Do you want to continue hearing? Perhaps, you also want it, right?"