I gape, stunned and treading water, as he dives in fully clothed.
“Oh, shit!” I screech, turning and swimming toward the side.
Several more voices join the fray and then there are splashes everywhere. Well, today got a lot less boring. I’ve nearly made it to the side when his strong arm wraps around me. His weight drags me beneath the surface and I claw, desperate for air. He pushes from the bottom and we resurface. I sputter and choke as he manhandles my body, crushing my bare chest to his fully clothed one.
“Bad, bad girl,” he says, his voice deceptively calm.
Rather than running from him, I cling to him, inhaling his scent on his wet neck. He rubs a circle with his fingertips on my back and kisses my head.
Maybe I’m not in trouble after all.
“You know I can’t let this slide.”
I pull away just enough to look up at him. His hair flattened over his brows and hanging in his dark, violent eyes. Everywhere he touches me, I seem to be electrocuted.
“I’m sorry,” I croak out.
“Me too.”
I remember last night when he said he doesn’t like to spank. So why the hell does he do it?
“Please, Koyn,” I whisper, our lips almost touching. I could kiss him. Maybe convince him not to spank me.
His eyes darken. “I have to get you out of here without flashing your tits to every goddamn person out here.”
“Why?”
“Because I have to protect you.”
Giving up, I wrap my arms around his neck and do the same with my legs around his waist. With his hand gripping my ass, he swims us out of the deep end. He ignores the taunting and laughter of his guys as he climbs out of the pool. The chill of the air against my wet skin makes me shiver. I burrow against his warm body.
“I’m cold,” I whine.
“Me too.” His voice is harsh and gritty.
He walks us inside and it gets impossibly colder. I tremble violently as I cling to him.
“The couch,” I murmur as we pass it by.
“I’m not whipping your half naked ass where Bermuda or Bizzy can wank off to it.”
Koyn
Anger boils my blood, heating my chilled flesh to inhuman degrees. It pisses me off that she took her fucking top off for anyone to see. She’s too unruly. Worse than Blaire ever was. I’m too pissed to spank her. I’d bruise her ass for sure. Right now, I need to focus on getting her warm. Her teeth have begun to chatter. I stalk through my massive house and up the stairs.
When I make it to my bathroom and turn on the shower, she refuses to let go.
“On your feet,” I grind out.
She shakes her head. This fucking girl.
“You’re freezing and you need to get warm.” I squeeze her ass in an affectionate way. “On your feet.”
“I don’t want you to spank me.” She lifts her chin and frowns at me.
“You pissed me off too much. If I spanked you, I’d hurt you. All I want is to warm you up.”
She narrows her eyes in a suspicious way, but doesn’t move to stand. I’m going to have to peel this naked girl off me. Or shower with her.
I kick off my boots and then walk into the hot shower. Her nervous laughter makes me fight a smile.
“You should take off your clothes.” Her words are breathy and almost needy sounding.
“No.”
“Koyn…”
“It’s not fucking cool if I get undressed in here with you.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re a fucking kid.”
“And you’re an asshole. Get naked already. It’s not like I didn’t see that monster cock tenting the blankets this morning.”
I scowl at her. I’d been pissed when I woke up in bed with her. My dreams last night had been confusing. A memory rather. Me rushing to Blaire when she was little. She’d cried after a nightmare. Then, somehow, I was living my memory but with Hadley.
“Koyn.” She lets go of my neck to slide down my body, her pussy rubbing right against my dick. To my horror, it hardens.
Wickedness gleams in her eyes as she looks up at me. I drop my stare from her eyes to her smiling mouth to her perky tits.
Fuck.
My dick strains in my jeans. I grip her ass, glaring at her.
“What in the hell are you doing?” I demand.
“Feeling you.”
I close my eyes and grit my teeth. “Stop.”
“But you don’t want me to,” she taunts, working her body along my now achingly hard cock.
She slides her legs down and then her hands are at my button of my jeans. Unsnapping and unzipping. I shake away my lust-filled daze, coming to terms with what’s happening.
Fuck no.
I seize her neck, pushing her against the tile wall. My leg presses between hers and I pin her with my body. “You think you can play me?”
Her eyes widen. “W-What? No.”
“Two days ago, you were in love with that piece of shit’s son. Now you’re ready to fuck me?”
“I’m not—”
“You’re rubbing on me like a cat in heat. Is that what you want? For me to dick you into submission? Will that make you fucking behave?”
“You’re being an ass—”
I grip her throat tighter, cutting her off mid-sentence, and lean in to her ear. “We’re not going to fuck. You’re not going to escape. What you are going to do is wash your body, put some fucking clothes on, and stay out of trouble.”
Releasing her, I step back to sneer at her. My eyes, of their own accord, flit down to her tits and then down her smooth, taut stomach to her tiny scrap of her white bikini bottoms. This girl is trouble.
Before I can leave, she swings at me, her palm cracking against my cheek. Anger explodes through me. I grab her by her hair, twist her around to face the wall, and then I yank down her bottoms, baring her ass to me.
Smack!
She cries out, her ass clenching after the first hit. I don’t relent and lay into her, spanking her over and over until my hand goes numb. Her choked sob has me jerking away from her, shaking away my daze. My dick is hard as fuck in my jeans and I fixate on her bright red ass. Tight, curvaceous, small.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
She turns just her head and looks at me. Sad and broken and ashamed. Goddammit.
Blaire.
Blaire.
Not Blaire.
“Hadley,” I grind out to remind myself this girl isn’t my daughter.
Her face crumples as she bursts into tears. Everything in me screams to run away from her. And yet, I go right into the role of daddy.
“Oh, honey, come here.”
She throws herself into my arms, clinging to my soaked clothes. I kiss her hair and whisper apologies. I fucked up. I spanked her too hard. Too many times. And then I’d gotten aroused over it. I’m a fucking mess.
I shut off the water and walk her out of the shower. Quickly I grab a large towel to wrap her up in. I kiss the top of her head before stripping out of my cut and shirt. Her eyes are lowered and tears continue to fall. Since she’s not looking, I peel off the rest of my clothes and stride naked into my bedroom. I throw on some sweats and grab a T-shirt for her. She’s still in the same spot I left her. Shivering and feeling sorry for herself.