Unbeautifully (Undeniable, #2)(42)

Yeah. Right.

Jesus, what the f*ck was he supposed to say?

Dude, I’ve been f*ckin’ your daughter since her prom night and I just wanted to give you a heads-up ’cause I ain’t gonna stop f*ckin’ her.

Yep, he’d die.

He knew Deuce deserved his respect; he’d owed it to his prez to tell him the truth. In fact, he owed Deuce a lot more than that. The man had taken him in when he was still a kid, gave him a place to live and a family, a way to financially pull himself together. Deuce had been a father to him after he’d lost his.

And how was he repaying him? He was f*cking his daughter behind his back, something Deuce had made explicitly clear to all the boys they were not to do. They were not even to think about doing it.

And he wouldn’t have.

If it hadn’t been for Frankie f*cking him up and the drunken wallowing that had followed, he would have never touched Danny.

Too late, he thought.

Not only had Ripper touched her many, many times inside and out, she was firmly rooted inside him now. He wasn’t giving her up. Not only that, but he didn’t want to have to keep her a secret.

It wasn’t ever going to happen, but that didn’t stop him from fantasizing about her hanging off him at the club, wearing leather and heels, her eyes trained on him, looking at him in that hungry way she did. He wanted everyone to see her hands on him, her nails digging into his skin, claiming him. He wanted them knowing that her thoughts…were always on him.

He wanted every motherf*cker out there knowing her * was his, that when he went to sleep at night, he did it with her in his arms.

Yeah, he wanted the whole f*cking world to know that eighteen-year-old Danielle West, the most beautiful female he’d ever laid eyes on, loved…him.

Jesus, he was hard again. As if he hadn’t already f*cked himself into oblivion. That f*cking * of hers was Viagra in the form of sweet and soft pink flesh.

But there was no way…

“What the f*ck!” he bellowed, seeing Danny exit his bedroom, fully dressed in head-to-toe pink, her stupid bag with some weird cat on it slung over her shoulder, heading for the front door. Moving fast, he made it there before she could.

“Move,” she ground out. “I’m leaving.”

“Nope, and no you’re not.”

“Fine,” she hissed, spinning around. “Then I’ll call my dad for a ride!”

Ripper gritted his teeth. Bitches. Crazy. All of them.

Dumping her bag out on the floor, she bent over, reaching for her cell phone, forcing her skirt up and giving him a first class view of her ass.

“You wanna play it that way, Danny?” he growled, fighting the urge to slam her up against the refrigerator and take her from behind. “Fine. You either do what I say or you can act f*ckin’ stupid and let your old man in on the secret. And if you choose actin’ stupid, you can take to the f*ckin’ bank that I’m gonna be tellin’ your old man this shit was your fault, that you’d been beggin’ me for cock all summer.”

She went still and for a moment he thought he’d won whatever round of stupid female shit she was forcing him to play.

Then, standing up straight, she slowly turned around. “Go ahead,” she spat. “And I’ll tell him everything you did to me! In detail!”

Holy hell. If she was anyone else pulling this shit, he’d slap that attitude right the f*ck out of her.

“You do that, baby,” he gritted out, “and it’s my funeral. Is that what you f*ckin’ want? Me goin’ to ground?”

“I’m sure Kami will be devastated,” she hissed.

“Jesus Christ, bitch!” he yelled. “Who’s f*ckin’ talkin’ about Kami! The only * I’m wantin’ is yours, you crazy shit, only right now I’m wantin’ to slap it!”

“You’re the one who doesn’t want anyone to know about us!” she cried and he half-expected her to stomp her feet like a cranky toddler.

He was going to kill her. Right now. She was going to be dead in about five seconds.

“Ripper!” she cried out as he barreled into her, hefting her over his shoulder “Let me go!”

“Did you hear what I f*ckin’ said?” he yelled, slapping her ass. “You ain’t leavin’!”

“You can’t tell me what to do!” she shrieked.

In his bedroom, he threw her on the bed and bent over her, bringing them nose-to-nose.

“I can and I will, ’cause you actin’ crazy like this isn’t gonna do nothin’ but get us caught and me sent straight to ground. And bitch, if your old man caps me, you better be front and center at my f*ckin’ funeral, cryin’ your goddamn eyes out.”

She went quiet and the angry lines in her face disappeared.

The next thing he knew she was giggling.

“Laugh it up,” he bit out angrily.

And the crazy bitch started laughing even harder.

Since it didn’t look like she was going to stop anytime soon, he figured he had two choices to shut her up. Knock her out or…

He slammed his mouth down on hers and kissed her hard, ignoring her protests and pathetic attempts at fighting him off, until she was kissing him back with equal desperation and turning him on something fierce.

“You’re gonna drive me motherf*ckin’ crazy, ain’t you, baby?” he mumbled against her mouth as he pushed her thighs open and settled his hips between them.