Without needing an alarm, I wake up bright and early just before six. My muscles ache, but I somehow feel better than I did yesterday, and once I have a shower, I feel even better. As I’m making myself breakfast, I get a text message from Richard informing me that he’ll be home in a couple of hours and that we’ll need “to talk.” I know exactly what that entails, and it both thrills and scares me all at the same fucked up time. A part of me wants to stay and see what he’ll do. The other part of me is urgently demanding that I run before he gets here and has the chance to place me under his gloriously twisted spell.
I’m still pissed as hell, though, which helps make my decision clear. I couldn’t stand watching him dote on Amber instead of me. I was the one who was raped in my own home. I was the one covered in Reid’s blood as the weight from his dead body dragged me to the floor. Yet, she received his concern and affection—not I. That is what makes me want to run. I know it’s completely juvenile of me, but I want to punish him for it. I want him to know what it is like to feel abandoned and betrayed. Fleeing will make him see. This won’t be at all like it was when I left as a scared teenager. I have changed quite a bit since then, and this time, I will be teaching him the lesson.
As I plan my escape, I notice that I feel no fear. In fact, I feel something else entirely, which surprises me. I’m excited, and the part about all of this that thrills me the most is the certain knowledge that he’ll chase me.
After eating breakfast and cleaning up after myself, I call a taxi and gather all my belongings. I know just where to go to relax. Now that I have lots of cash, I can afford a little luxury. I feel I deserve to be pampered after everything I’ve been through lately. Although I cried yesterday over Reid and his actions, I still haven’t fully processed what happened.
So, that—amongst other reasons—is why I tell the taxi driver to take me to the Ritz in London where I proceed to book one of the most expensive rooms overlooking Green Park.
From the moment I get there, I’m treated like royalty. They even order champagne to be brought to my room as soon as possible. The suite is vast with not only a sitting room, but also a kitchen. I’m not planning on using it, though. I’m planning to order room service, eat lots of things that aren’t good for me, and, to top it all off, I’m going to get shit-faced.
Once the porter leaves, I take in a deep breath before walking up to my bay window. The view of Green Park is beautiful. All that can be seen are lines of trees upon trees. As I turn, I take in the room before me with its plush, thick beige carpets, fancy and extremely expensive-looking Victorian style decor, with two separate three-seater sofas overlooking the beautiful marble fireplace. As I leisurely go from room to room, I hear my phone ringing in the background, but I don’t rush to answer it. I already know who it is, and I want him to stew for a little while before I respond. As I scan the huge bed, I trail my fingers along the line of the plush duvet. The bed is so tall that I’ll have to practically run and jump to get into it. As I scan the bathroom, I take in the huge bath. The idea of a nice, long, hot soak immediately springs to mind, making me long for it.
Walking towards the bath, I turn on the water and sprinkle in some bath salts to help me relax. Once done, I hear a knock on the door. I answer it to find my personal butler, who wastes no time before strolling in with a bottle of champagne, which is accompanied by an elegant dish of perfect strawberries.
“Thank you,” I say, watching as he wheels everything in for me.
“You’re very welcome, madam. Would you like anything else?”
“I’m just about to have a nice long soak, but I’m sure I’ll be hungry afterwards.”
Smiling, he walks towards a desk where he picks up a menu. “This has a list of all the foods we have. If there is anything you want that’s not on the list, just ring reception and ask them to put you in touch with Alfredo. That’s me. I will be at your service.”
I could seriously get used to this.
“Thank you, Alfredo,” I answer, rushing to get my bag. I pull out a twenty and hand it to him.
Taking the note, he places his hands behind his back and nods before thanking me and walking out.
My phone starts ringing again, and again, I ignore it. Instead, I choose to pour myself a glass of champagne. I then take it and the strawberries with me into the bathroom. I set everything I need around the bath before proceeding to get undressed. I grab my phone, placing it by the other things and gently slide into the warm water. Instantly, I close my eyes, allowing the bubbles to gently massage my aching muscles.
My phone rings again. “My, my, we are persistent,” I say, propping myself up and grabbing my phone. I look at the screen and see “Dad Calling” flashing like crazy.
Smiling, I grab my champagne glass, take a long sip, and then answer the phone. “Hey, Dad,” I chime.
“Where the fuck are you?”
“I’m fine, thanks. How are you?”
“Don’t play games with me, Scarlet. I’m pissed enough as it is without you making things worse. Where are you?”
I take another sip before placing it at the side and relaxing back into the water a little. “I’m at a hotel pampering myself. I felt I needed it after my torment yesterday. Don’t you think I need it, Daddy?”
“Tell me where you are now before I really lose my shit.”
Just that thought alone makes my pussy clench.
“Where would the fun be if I told you that?”
“I will find you,” he warns.
“Ooh. I love it when you go all Liam Neeson on me. Sexy.”
“This is just one big, fucking joke to you, isn’t it?”
I smile. “Do you want to know what I’m doing right now? I’m all naked and covered in bubbles. Naked and … wet. Don’t you like me all wet, Daddy?” I hear his heavy breathing, and it makes my pulse react.
“Scarlet, tell me where the fuck you are. Now.”
“I’m in a beautiful hotel in London overlooking a park. Come find me. I will be waiting.”
I hang up, smirking. I know full well that he will be knocking on my door sometime tonight. I hadn’t planned on telling him anything at all—to allow myself time to enjoy some space from him—but, as usual, his voice commanded that I reveal everything, and resistance truly is futile. It’s like I can’t help myself.
With a smile on my face, I slink back even further in the bath and close my eyes. As I do, violent flashbacks of Reid and what happened yesterday come flooding back. I clench my fists, gripping my eyes shut in an effort to push those thoughts away. I don’t want to think about what took place yesterday. If I let those thoughts take over, then I will be the victim. I’m sick and tired of being a victim.
Pushing them aside, I decide to think about Richard and how long it will take him to find me. What will he do once he does? The thought makes my nipples harden in anticipation.
I’ve come to realise now that no matter how far I try to run from him, I can never escape the way he makes me feel. I know what we do is wrong, and he knows it, too. Yet, somehow, we can’t seem to help ourselves. We both want each other with a passion that consumes our daily lives. Not that either of us will ever admit it, of course.
After another half-hour soak, I get out of the bath, order room service, and laze about in my bed all afternoon, watching TV.
It’s five o’clock by the time I hear the knock on the door—or shall I say bang? I know who it is as I march up to the door with nothing on but my dressing gown to hide my modesty.
The moment I open the door, Richard takes one look at me, strolls through, and slams the door before finally pushing me up against the wall. Before he wraps his hand around my neck, I notice just how much better he looks today. His black hair is slicked back, his slight beard and moustache that he has now are looking bushier and more vibrant. When I first realised he was growing them, I thought they would make him look older, but quite the contrary. It’s his eyes that get me. The intensity in them is like an aphrodisiac. No wonder my mother’s still obsessed with him.
But it’s me he wants.
It’s me he’s always wanted.
“How many fucking times do I have to tell you to do as you’re told? You should be at my house now—not in some,” he flits his eyes over the plush decor of the room, “hotel.”
“I needed a time out,” I answer.
“What you need,” he replies, gripping my neck harder, which only serves to make me so fucking wet for him, “is to be at home with me. Where. You. Belong.”
“I’ll come home.” My breathing is heavy now that he’s here, pressed up against me with his solid body and scent that are overwhelming me. “But don’t you think it would be a shame to waste this? There are a lot of rooms here that we could have a lot of fun in.” Despite his hand still being around my neck, I smile. I know he’s angry, and I know he’s itching to hit me. I’m actually quite surprised he hasn’t done it already.
“I’ve been too fucking soft with you.” He locks his eyes with mine, and for a moment, it makes me wonder if he can read my mind. I’m full of questions right now. Questions I’m daring him to answer. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask why he’s being soft, but at this moment, I can’t seem to form the words. It’s those damn eyes of his. Sometimes, I wonder if I stare into them long enough if he’ll make me come just by simply looking at me.
With my hands free, I use one to trace down from his stomach to his cock. My heart beats wildly, and my loins wake up even further when I realise how hard he already is. He can’t help himself when he’s around me. I affect him—just as much as he affects me.
“I’ve missed you,” I admit, relishing in the small moan that escapes him as I rub harder. “It feels like weeks rather than days since I felt your cock inside me. Don’t you miss me, too?”
Gripping his eyes shut, Richard squeezes a little harder on my neck, making me choke a little. At the sound, his eyes snap open and he smiles.
There he is.
My big, bad monster.
“You have no idea how much I want to hit you right now. How much I want to make you scream.”
He loosens his grip on my neck before trailing his hand down to my breasts, squeezing my nipple hard as he does. I cry out, relishing the pain, but also the pleasure it gives me.
“Why don’t you?” I finally manage to ask. I’m desperate for him to fuck me. All he’s done so far is touch my breast, but I’m already on fire. Every time we have been with each other lately has ended up feeling like an explosion going off.
As Richard trails his hand from my breast, he moves it across my belly, watching himself as he does it. “You could be carrying my baby by now. How could I ever harm the mother of my child?”
I smirk, knowing I can’t be pregnant. Little does he know I’m still taking my pills. Pills I have done my best to hide from him.
“If I am pregnant, it could be Porter’s.” I know bringing this up will make him angry, but this is what I’m after.
Sure enough, Richard growls before grabbing my chin, banging my head against the wall before pulling me to look at him. “You better not be, you slut, or else—”
“Or else what?” I ask, interrupting him.
Leaning in further, he locks his eyes with mine. “I will personally rip his baby from your body myself. And once I’ve done that, I will rip that fucker’s head off and feed it to the pigs.”
“Oh how melodramatic. You always were rather theatrical, weren’t you, Daddy?”
He grips his eyes shut before pushing me away. He pushes so violently that I fall to the floor. I look up, surprised, but also aroused now that I’ve woken the beast.
“You’re constantly fucking pushing me, aren’t you?” He hovers over me—all six feet and five inches of him with those broad shoulders and that fantastic stature. “Get your fucking clothes. You’re coming home with me. Enough of this shit.”
Keeping myself on the floor, I shake my head. “I’m not going anywhere.”
His eyes lock onto mine again, showing me just how fucking angry he is with me. I think he can’t believe that I’m back-chatting him. “Don’t make me ask you again.”
“And if I refuse, what exactly is it you can do? We’re in a hotel. If I scream, someone will alert Reception, and they’ll call the police. We certainly can’t be drawing attention to ourselves after yesterday.”
Suddenly, Richard rushes forward, his hand raised as if to slap me. I close my eyes, ready for the hit that never comes. He really is controlling himself lately.
In an effort to calm himself, he starts to pace the room a little. I know what he’s doing. He’s trying to think of a way to get what he wants without using brute force. He knows my words ring true about us not causing a scene here.
So, I use this opportunity to pull the straps of my dressing gown before letting it fall to the ground. I’m still sitting on the floor, but this time I’m naked, baring all for him to see.
“Look at me,” I request, knowing he won’t be able to help himself. At first, he doesn’t, but then I say, “Daddy, look at me. Look at what I have waiting for you. Look at what’s all yours now.”
Those words seem to do the trick. He turns, locking his eyes with mine before hungrily trailing those same eyes all over my body.
“Stay,” I breathe, feeling my nipples harden again at his scrutiny. “Have some fun with me. I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me until I scream.”
The erection in his trousers grows to new levels as he drinks me in. “Get the fuck off the floor and into the bedroom. Now,” he commands.
I dutifully do as I’m told, picking myself up from the floor before walking back into the bedroom. The TV’s still on in the background playing the film When Harry Met Sally. Richard wastes no time turning it off, stunning the room into total silence. The only slight sounds are our heavy breathing.
At the foot of the bed, I turn, showing him how hard my nipples are. I’m turning myself on just by looking at him. “Touch me,” I say breathlessly. “Come to me and touch me. I need you.”
He doesn’t take his eyes from mine as he walks towards me. In three quick and easy strides, he’s facing me as his hand snakes around the back of my neck before drawing me in for a kiss.
When he darts his tongue into my mouth, I groan. My hands are all over his body, feeling every contour and every ridge beneath my fingers. As our mouths dance, I rub his erection hard, causing Richard to stiffen his grip at the back of my neck.
“Suck it,” he commands, pushing me down towards his awaiting cock.
I bend down one knee at a time and start undoing his trousers. As I’m doing this, Richard starts taking off his sling, and afterwards, his shirt, throwing it across the room. He looks down at me once he’s done, and there is fire in his eyes as he stares at me. I see the fresh bandage he has wrapped around his shoulder, and it makes me wonder for a moment if he’s in pain. If he is, he’s not showing it.
Pulling his trousers and boxers down to his ankles, I proceed to take his shoes and socks off, discarding them to the side. We’re both naked. Both ready to get lost in each other.
With his big, calloused hand, Richard grabs the back of my head, pushing me towards his dick. I don’t hesitate. I open my mouth and take his big cock deep into the back of my throat. It’s so deep that I start to gag at the intrusion. I get to work on him without hesitation, though, sucking hard and deep. So hard that Richard can’t help the moans that come out of his mouth. He fists his hand in my hair, pushing my head as I go down on him. I start to think he’ll pull away at some point because, for Richard, his ultimate goal is to always come inside me. Call it an alpha male marking his territory, but that’s him all over. It surprises me that he keeps up the rhythm. His breathing becomes laboured and his movements grow faster. I start to think he’ll come in my mouth soon, but suddenly he pulls away, yanking me up underneath my arm and throwing me face forward over the bed.
“Fucking bitch,” he snaps, grabbing my hair before positioning himself behind me. I feel his cock slide in with ease and both of us hiss our pleasure as he does.
He pushes until he reaches full tilt before suddenly slamming himself over and over into me at such speed it’s making the bed bang against the wall. I start screaming in pleasure, relishing the feel of his power over me.
I know at this rate it won’t be long before I’m coming, but I need help. Dipping my hand between my legs, I start to rub my clit, but before I can even start a rhythm, Richard grabs my arm, pulling it around my back.
“You don’t get to come,” he grunts, thrusting hard inside of me. “After that fucking stunt you pulled on Amber, you don’t get to come at all.”
“Arsehole!” I scream, wriggling, trying to get away, but it’s never any use with Richard. It just seems to spur him on further. He’s so manic, so lost in his moment that it’s not long before he roars out, spilling himself inside of me as he squeezes my wrist and fists my hair.
“Get the fuck off me!” I scream—pissed that I’m left unsatisfied.
“Gladly,” he answers, smacking my arse hard before pulling out.
I turn, facing the man whose face looks a hell of a lot more satisfied than mine. He’s practically glowing from his orgasm, whilst I’m left hanging.
“You’re a fucking selfish prick, you know that? I wouldn’t have done what I did to Amber if she hadn’t been such a bitch to me.”
Then I feel it. The backhand I had been expecting vibrates against my cheek so hard that I stumble, falling onto the bed. The sting that follows pounds against my cheek, but I don’t care about that at the moment. What I do care about is the fact that, yet again, he’s showing his true colours. He deeply loves Amber as a father should. I will never earn that kind of love from him—no matter how hard I try.
“You try anything against Amber or call her names like that again, and I’ll kill you. Got it?”
“Oh, I got it alright. But I want to ask you one question.” He doesn’t say anything. Just stares at me with those evil eyes. “Why me and not her? Why did I get the abuse while Amber got all your love and devotion? I’m your daughter as well as she is, and yet you constantly shit on me.”
Shaking his head, he starts to walk towards the bathroom. “Don’t play the victim, Scarlet. It makes you look pathetic.”
I watch his big frame disappear into the bathroom. It’s when I hear the distinct sound of running water that my body reacts. I’m so full of anger. How fucking dare he?!
Walking into the bathroom, I watch as Richard feels the water. He’s about to step in when I say, “I’ll tell you what pathetic looks like. Pathetic is a man who can only get it up when he makes his teenage daughter cower in the corner from yet another hit from you. Pathetic is you chasing me and demanding I be with you whether I want to or not. Pathetic—” I intend to continue, but I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence. Richard turns, grabbing my neck again before slamming me up against the bathroom door so hard, I almost see stars.
“You say one more fucking word, and I’ll end you.”
I can see it in his eyes that he means it. No matter how angry I am with him right now, I keep my mouth shut because I know I’ve pushed him to a near breaking point. I may be a glutton for punishment, but I’m not fucking suicidal.
Once Richard realises I’m not talking, he releases his grip and continues his shower like nothing happened. I’m left up against the bathroom door—my face still stinging from his slap. But that’s nothing compared to the rage I feel inside of me with regards to Amber. I resent her. I’m not too ashamed to admit that. She had a life I could only wish for.
It’s then in those few moments of thinking about the past and everything that’s happened since that I realise I will never, ever be the daughter to Richard that Amber is to him. But, in a sense, that’s okay. I have something from him that Amber will never have. I not only have his body, but I also have his mind. And the reason why is because his thoughts are consumed by only me. I just wish Amber could see it.
Smirking to myself, I start to form a little plan in my head. I don’t know if it’ll ever work, but I’m going to try my hardest to make it happen.
Walking back to the bed, I climb in, facing away from the bathroom, so that when Richard walks back in, he’ll see me there and figure I’m sulking.
Sure enough, five minutes later, Richard strolls in, and soon after, I feel him slide into the bed next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist as he places his head at the crook of my neck. “Are you sulking?” he asks. He never could resist me when I sulked.
“No,” I say, quickly enough for him to think that I am. He starts laughing, and normally this would anger me, but surprisingly, I’m keeping my cool.
“Scarlet,” he sings, pulling me against him as I try and pull away from him. I know it’s fruitless, but I can’t help but push all his buttons. But then he says those words he knows will render me completely his.
“You know I love you, right?”
Taking in every word, I close my eyes as he runs his hand across my breast and down to my aching, wet pussy. It’s still pulsing from my need to orgasm. As he slides a finger between my wet folds, I can’t help the breathless moan that escapes me as I slightly part my legs for him.
He starts an achingly slow rhythm as he rubs my clit, and my body reacts to it violently. I start moving my body in time with his finger, grabbing his head and running my fingers through his hair.
“Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes,” I answer.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, please.” I still have my eyes gripped shut as I take in every single thing he’s doing to me.
He starts to kiss the side of my neck, nibbling areas only he knows will make me scream. I start to moan, and I know this is turning him on when I feel him press his hard cock against my back.
“Fuck me,” I say, riding his hand even harder. “I need Daddy’s cock.”
He doesn’t waste time in my plea. He slides his cock in, making both of us hiss our pleasure. I know my dirty, taboo talk turns him on. I feel it in the way he reacts to it every time I call him “Daddy” in bed. He won’t admit it, but he’s just as sick as I am in that respect.
“Tell me that I’m a good girl and that Daddy’s going to fill her with his seed.” He doesn’t say anything at first, but I hear his heavy breathing as he fucks me from behind. I’m close. With his fingers gliding effortlessly across my clit, and his cock sliding against another sweet spot, I’m about to blow. “Tell me,” I urge again, knowing that those words are what will put me over the edge.
“You’re a fucking naughty girl and Daddy’s going to punish you. He’s going fuck you till you scream his name over and over again.”
I cry out with his words, climaxing hard around his cock. “Fuck!” Richard screams, thrusting harder inside of me. All this does is make my orgasm ride on longer and harder. “You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, gripping my hips and pulling me relentlessly against his waiting cock. “You’re going to make me come now. Daddy’s going to come hard inside you.”
His words make me scream loudly as my orgasm continues. He knows full well what this does to me. I’ve never had an orgasm like this one.
“I’m coming,” he urges, slamming his hips against mine—our bodies making the most fantastic noises as we come together.
When I hear the sound that escapes Richard, I smile in the knowledge that he too has had the orgasm of the century. He knows he’ll never feel an ounce of anything for anyone else the way he feels for me.
And that’s what makes our relationship more special than the one he has with Amber.
I do have his heart. It may not be in the purest of ways, but I have it nonetheless. He will never be able to give anyone else what he gives to me. He knows it. We both know he knows it.
“You’re mine,” he growls into my ear.
Closing my eyes, I smile, pulling his arm around me. “All yours,” I reply.