Does she know about what her parents are up to? The thought slips away as she falls silent. Everything she’s said is right. Except she left off the part where I’m truly concerned for her. The moment she swallowed the blow replays in my head and juxtaposes with her freefall into the swimming pool.
She thinks no one cares about her, so she doesn’t care about herself. The Grim Reaper is getting a boner—pun intended—waiting for her final fuck-up, so he can swoop in and take her away.
The door behind me opens and I turn. Anger burns through me when Crowell struts into the room. His smile fades when he sees me.
“You told me you were alone, George.” His accusing voice slaps the tense air.
“I thought Sloane had left,” she responds defensively.
“I changed my mind,” I say lazily, closing the distance between her and me, and planting my body in front of her to remove her from Crowell’s line of vision. “Three’s a fucking crowd, so leave.”
A knowing smile lights his eyes. “Possessive behind George. Imagine what your fans will think of that.”
If only I could, I might keep a cooler head, but Crowell’s pissing me the fuck off. “About as much as what your fucking pals will think when they discover you stick your tongue up her pussy and supply her with drugs.”
Behind me, Georgie’s gasp ends on a strangled choke.
Crowell’s stare is hard and ugly and I see a hint of cruelty. I wonder if he’s ever shown that side to Georgie.
“Later, George,” he sneers before turning and leaving with a loud slam of the door.
“How could you?” she asks the moment we’re alone.
I whirl on her, ignoring her vanilla scent. It’s soft and sweet, but, on Georgie, it stimulates my dirty thoughts of her taste and her mouth all over me, especially on my cock.
“You just humiliated me in front of Crowell!” she snarls, thumping my shoulder.
“What the fuck was he doing here?” Her annoyance with me over him pisses me off and I stiffen. His reasons for being here isn’t any of my business, but I have a good fucking idea. This is what she needs saving from.
“None of your fucking business.”
The urge to shake her overwhelms me. I grab her, gripping her slender arms. “I’m asking you again and I want an answer. He gives you blow and you take another fucking dive from your balcony, no one will be here to save you.”
Her eyes fill with tears and she opens her mouth, then snaps it shut. “Fuck you,” she spits and snatches herself away from my slackened hold, rushing toward the door.
She’s an undisciplined, unsupervised, goddamned brat and she needs structure and a firm fucking hand. In the time that I’ve known her, she’s been high. Sucked my dick. Forgot she didn’t have fucking wings and jumped from her balcony. She’s almost drowned and she’s been hospitalized.
Who I want to be to her is blurring in my head. My desire to fuck her is already established. But I also want to save her. Now, though, I want to fucking discipline her and I close my eyes.
I can’t…I’ve got to behave. That means in all fucking areas. No guns. No drugs. No indecent exposure on stage. No fights. No orgies. No fucking one woman while I’m still involved with another one. Although there’s no chance of that happening, since I’m not involved with anyone. No destroying sisters-in-law. And no fucking domination.
A sob escapes her and, just as she opens the door, I move, rushing behind her and pulling her back. I close the door and crowd her against it, thrusting my hard dick against her back and nuzzling her neck.
“Shhhh.” I press harder into her when her shoulders shake. “It’s okay, baby. Don’t cry.”
My heart is pounding. I half hope she continues to behave and I completely fear that she won’t. I’m on edge, near to losing my control. If she pushes, she’ll tip me over the edge.
I kiss the smooth column of her neck. She smells delicious, a subtle scent that wreaks havoc. I want to mark her as mine and possess her so she’ll have no doubt as to who she belongs to. Her pulse thrums beneath my lips, firing my blood to a raging degree.
“No more drugs, Georgiana. No more Crowell.”
She stiffens and I know she’s going to push every one of my buttons, so I tighten my hold on her.
“Shut the fuck up,” I order. “Before you push me too far and I fucking give you what you’re lacking.”
“What’s—“
“Discipline,” I bark, her hostile tone chafing my balls. “Maybe, you need that?” My fingers slide along the curve of her hip, up the indent of her waist, and to the slope of one of her small breasts. I flick a thumb over her nipple and she sucks in a breath. “Do you like your nipples sucked?”
A tremble reverberates through her and her nipple pebbles beneath my touch. “I’ve never had them sucked,” she admits on a gasp. “Crowell only licks my pussy.”
My dick grows at her words, but I have to know. “Is that the reason he was here today?”