Just One Kiss, Please Daddy

Chapter 6

Livia’s POV

Ford presses his lips on mine, and fire ignites inside me.

I’ve never been kissed. I’ve only ever seen it in movies, and I would be lying if I said that I haven’t thought about doing it with a boy, but what’s happening right now is so much better than anything I could’ve come up with.

It doesn’t feel like a dream anymore.

Firm, eager lips moving on mine. Parting them. Tongue sliding into my mouth, gliding on mine. Big, warm palms skimming my shoulders, slipping under my shirt. Finding my breasts.

Squeezing. Tasting.

Conquering.

I moan into the kiss, arching my back to let him take more of me. Heat concentrates between my legs now, making me pull back just a little.

“Ford,” I whisper, “I think I’m wet.”

His smile turns dark. “Then show me.”

My hand slides between my legs, and in a pure act of desire, I clung a finger between my folds.

The line between dreams and reality starts to get blurred. My hand and the rest of my body seem to be moving well on their own, according to a pattern that I didn’t know I was aware of. My finger pumps in and out of me, reveling in my wetness, until pleasure starts to climb up.

“Faster,” Ford whispers as he trails his lips down to my neck.

But his voice is fading.

I’m holding onto the last bursts of the dream, trying to reach my peak.

However, reality takes over in one quick blow. A loud crash echoed all the way down from the living room—the sound of broken glass. I snap awake all at once, gasping for air.

“Come here, Eva, you f*****g w***e!”

My heart sinks all the way down to my stomach.

David.

He’s here.

Mom screams, the sound making the walls vibrate. I jump out of bed, sleep still clinging to my eyes, with no memory of the good feelings from the dream.

David rarely goes here, but this is always what happens when he does.

He hangs out with seedy people in black cars with tinted windows and fast motorcycles that roar past our street. Most of his days are spend gambling and doing God knows what else. But one thing is for sure: he will come home angry and broke, with only blame to give.

I run down the stairs and sure enough, David has my mom cornered. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol is strong on him, wafting in every direction. He’s yanking at her arm as she desperately attempts to make herself look smaller against the wall.

“You cost me my money,” he growls at her, gripping her arm to the point of bruising and giving her a casual kick to the stomach. “You’re my f*****g curse!”

“I-I didn’t do anything!” she reasons out, trying to speak over her pain. “David, please! I just—”

The rest of her words are cut off when David grabs her neck and slams her against the wall.

I can’t take this anymore.

This has been going on for years. I’ve never done anything about it. Mostly because I would get a worse beating, or because I already had one prior. Fear has always ruled my actions.

But if I don’t try to stop it now, then when?

And who?

I run up to Tyler’s bedroom and take the baseball bat perched on his shelf.

It’s hefty, but I carry it all the way downstairs, standing behind David.

Ready to strike.

Maybe I can end all of this myself….

But then, Mom spots me over David’s shoulders.

She catches my eye.

Then she shakes her head.

The shock from her denial comes at me in strong waves. My hands grow slack around the bat.

Just then, David turns around and spots me.

“Here’s the little slut,” he sneers. “Gonna hit me with that bat?”

My body starts to tremble. “Don’t hit my mother again!”

I raise my arms for a swing, but he catches the bat with one hand and tosses it into the hallway, useless. I make a wild dive for it, only for David’s big hand to catch my hair in one swipe, yanking me away from the bat.

“You think you’re slick?” he murmurs, his hot breath rancid on my face. “You’re just asking to be beat at this point.”

His eyes find my bruises and he smiles, showing off his golden tooth among his rotting ones.

“I taught Tyler well. But even then, he can’t knock some sense into your empty head.”

With that, he raises his hand and smacks me across the face.

I fly across the floor, my face stinging. Something warm is trickling down my cheek. One of his gold rings must’ve cut me.

Laughing, he spits on my body as he picks me up by the collar of my shirt. I try to struggle, but he just expands his hand until it’s wrapped around my throat.

Mom starts to cry. “David, no!”

Of course, he doesn’t listen.

Instead, he just raises me off the floor and pins me against the wall, tightening his grip around my neck.

Not satisfied, he even delivers a punch to my stomach.

Bile rises up my throat. I can’t breathe now. My eyes are bugging out of my skull. I try to pry his fingers off me, but his grip is strong. I’m losing strength rapidly. Black spots dance in my vision.

Any second now.

Any moment now.

I will pass out.

And maybe this time, I won’t wake up ….

“DAVID!”

Mom flings herself at his feet, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Let Livia go… and I will give you the money that you need.”

David’s eyes flash with interest, and in a heartbeat, he releases me.