Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(68)

She blushed. “Don’t bring that up.”

“Why not? You sure as hell liked me back then. You liked my thick cock between your legs. You liked getting f*cked by me.”

“That was a long time ago.”

“Not that long. You still think about it, I bet. Probably soaked right now just thinking about how I worked that perfect f*cking * of yours.”

“Is that all you came here for, to talk about that night?”

I shook my head. “No. But that little outfit you’re wearing has my cock hard, so I can’t think of much else.”

“Well why don’t you go deal with that yourself and come back later.”

“How about you come over here and let me deal with it now.”

She crossed her arms, annoyed. “What do you want, Vincent?”

I sighed. “Fine. Down to business.” I put my hands behind my head, leaning back in my chair. “I want to know how you can be of use to this family.”

She stared at me for a second. “What do you mean?”

“Listen, princess,” I said. “It doesn’t matter if that brat is my kid or not. Truth is, we need something from you if you plan on hanging around here under our protection.”

“I don’t have anything to give you,” she said.

“Maybe you don’t think so, but you’re Anatoli’s daughter. You know things, as much as you pretend like you don’t.”

“I’m not going to betray my family.”

I grinned at her. “Think of it as helping your new family. I am your daddy, now aren’t I?”

She made a face. “You’re Alex’s father. And don’t be gross.”

“Not being gross, princess. Just stating a fact.” I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, grinning at her. “Now, what can you do for me?”

“Asshole. Protecting your son isn’t enough?”

“I’m not sure he’s my son,” I said. “And I have to answer to other people.”

“I don’t know what you want from me.”

“Names. Addresses. Dates. Shit like that. You give us something, we’ll help you out.”

I could see the anger rising on her face. That had finally pissed her off, pushed her over the edge.

“Fuck you, dick,” she snapped. “I’m not betraying my family.”

I sat back and shrugged. “Okay. Suit yourself.” I stood up.

“That’s it? You’re just going to kick me out?”

“No, not yet.” I moved closer to her, and she took a half step back. I could see the excitement on her face mingled in with the anger.

“I want to keep you nice and close,” I said. “Very, very nice.” I stopped, inches away from her, and reached around to grab her ass nice and hard.

She shoved me away and I laughed. My cock was so f*cking hard.

“Don’t touch me,” she said.

“Don’t pretend like you’re not soaking wet right now,” I said, laughing. “You want to feel the way you felt that night again, don’t you? When was the last time you had some good cock between your legs?”

“It’s none of your business,” she said, blushing.

I could f*cking tell she wanted me. I knew she wanted it badly, could practically smell it on her. I knew grabbing her ass was going too far, maybe pushing her a little hard, but I needed her to know who was in charge. She was so defiant and angry, and plus, I’d wanted to touch her. I wanted her to know that I wanted to f*ck her sweet body again, even if she was pretending like she didn’t want it.

So I had to push her, tease her. Maybe then we could both get what we wanted.

Before I could say anything more, there was the sound of a crying baby. Kaley’s head snapped over to the baby monitor. “I have to check on him,” she said.

“Go,” I replied. “I’ll be back later. Let the nanny take care of the brat then.”

She glared at me but said nothing, just walked quickly out of the room and into her bedroom.

I stared after her for a second. I wanted to follow her in there, tear her shorts off, f*ck her nice and rough.

But I wasn’t going to. I wanted her to beg for it first. I needed to get under her skin and find out the truth about her.

I walked out of her room, smiling to myself.





9





Kaley





He was so frustrating.

I’d never met a man who felt like he could just come up to me and grab my ass. Maybe that was because I had a reputation as the protected daughter of a scary Russian mobster, but still. Vince was totally unlike anyone I’d ever known.

He’d made it clear what he wanted form me, and every dirty word sent thrills through my soaked *. Even when he touched me, I couldn’t help but feel excited. I liked that he simply walked up to me and grabbed my ass while looking in my eyes. It drove me wild that he was pushing me that way, pressing my buttons, seeing what my limits were.

That man was a total mystery to me. One second he was bringing me in under his protection and the next he was denying that Alex was even his son. It was so obvious that Vince was the father, and yet he insisted on the paternity test.

That was fine. I had no problem with it. I understood his hesitation; we had used a condom, after all, but condoms sometimes break. Especially when you f*ck as rough and dirty as Vince did.