Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
"Who me?"
She blushed with a look of uncertainty on her face. My poor baby, so unaccustomed to attention, I felt my hands clench into fists. I refuse to let thoughts of her father and what I would like to do to him intrude on our time any more this evening.
My only thought from now on would be of her, of making her life something beautiful.
It was pure torture taking her home after all that. I had stolen more than a few kisses in the back of the car. Like now, we were almost to her house and I had her on my lap as I taught her how to kiss me the way I liked, with lots of tongue and playfulness.
"Give me your tongue."
She obeyed hurriedly and I took her tongue into my mouth. She’d put on her new lip-gloss, I knew it would torment me, she tasted like innocence and sin.
I wanted to plunder and devour but reminded myself of my promise. Not until after her birthday, Damn I hope I can last that long. She drew forth such strong emotion in me I wondered how I would keep myself in check when already I wanted her so badly it was like a gnawing pain in my gut that would not be assuaged until I had her for the first time, and perhaps not even then.
"Sir we're here." Dammit, not enough time, never enough time. I held her away from me holding her little face in my hands.
"You call me if you need me do you hear me Ashley?" Fuck I don’t want to leave her. Beg me to take you home with me baby, just say the fucking words.
She looked at me questioningly, with a light frown until she got my meaning. I saw shame and embarrassment cloud her face and wanted to walk into that house and beat the shit out if him, soon. That's another promise to myself he'll pay, not only for what he had done to her all her life, but also for what he’d intended.
GIDEON
It was with a heavy heart that I left her there. I'm not usually one to go against my instincts, and it bothered the hell out of me, that now, when it was most important, I had no choice but I couldn't just remove a seventeen year old girl from her fathers' house on a whim.
He was the only family she had and she had no idea what he really felt about her, well maybe a little bit but I don’t think my baby really understood all that was at play here. What child can accept that he or she isn’t loved unconditionally by their own parent?
I will eventually have to tell her these things but our relationship was too new. For all that the attraction between us was very strong I’m still relatively a stranger to her. This was the man who’d been the only constant in her life, and no matter his treatment of her, I was sure my Blossom had strong feelings for him, it's just who she is.
Back at my place I paced the floor in worry while sipping a snifter of cognac. I found myself checking my phone every five minutes to see if she'd called and I somehow missed it. I had eyes and ears on the house so that gave me a peace of mind but still every second that she was in his presence was like torture. I wanted to just go over there and take her, bring her home. But I was afraid of alienating her; what if she blamed me?
I need for our relationship as unconventional as it already is to go smoothly, that wouldn't happen if I acted on the caveman mentality that she seems to draw forth from me. Being with her this afternoon had only solidified my feelings, that this was right, that we were right society be damned. I will let nothing and no one stand in my way, least of all her bastard of a father.
I hate the position I must take, knowing what I know about him and about his plans for her future. I hope he took my threats seriously, because I would have no problem destroying him if he harmed one hair on her fucking head. As for his sick twisted plans against his own flesh and blood, I could only be thankful that I came along when I did.
The mere thought of it was sickening to think that anyone could think to do such a thing to their own flesh and blood was beyond the realm of human decency.
I have to stop thinking of these things, for now anyway, otherwise my well laid out plans would go up in smoke. I have to tread very carefully. When she does eventually come to be with me here, or in our new home, which I’m hoping she would help me pick out sometime in the near future, I want it to be a happy occasion, and not because I had to drag her from the clutches of her deranged father.