David's POV.
Thanks.” I let out as Irene quickly helps me to remove my suit. She hurried over to the very moment
she heard driver sweep into the garage of the mansion.“My pleasure, sir.” She whispers in response, a smile flavoring her words. She tries to step away and take the suit to my room but my question makes her stop.
“You haven’t gone home yet?” I ask, wondering why she’s still in the mansion. Usually, she goes home once it strikes ten p.m and now it’s
already 1 a.m.Irene’s in her mid-forties, just a few years older than me. She’s married to one Andrew White, who works as a cab driver.They literally got married just a few months ago and she’s been caring for Andrew’s two children.
Initially, Irene was a live-in maid but things changed when she and Andrew got married. She requested to still work for me and so to make things easy for her, I asked her to no longer be my live-in maid.Hence, every day Irene ends her shift around 10 p.m.
She turns to face me with a touch of smile on he face. “Andrew went to visit his parents with the kids. So I decided to sleep over. I hope it’s still accepted?” She drops her voice at the last sentence.
I give her a shrug, I don’t
mind her staying the night or however long it takes. She thanks me again and skid away to tuck my suitcase and suit in my room.I huff a short breath as I pad into the house. My eyes search for Andrei. I know by now Vee would be asleep. Yet, my blood pulses to go and check up on her.At that conclusion, I wander up the staircase and hightail it down the hallway to her room. I get of glimpse of my room door ajar and Irene’s there tucking my sheets perfectly into the edges of the bed.
When I get to Vee's door I stop briefly with my eyes closed. I want to tamp my feelings down before I venture into her room.
Fuck, it hasn’t been easy for me to have Vee around since the moment she turned eighteen.I always find myself
fantasizing about having her as mine. That’s the fucked up reason I don’t want her to have a boyfriend. No matter how much I try to convince myself I’m hoarding Vee away from men because of my fear of the mafia wanting to lay hands on her, I know it’s not entirely true.No, I damn want to keep the little angel for myself. To make her mine. It’s being my greatest fantasy but I sure as hell knows it won’t happen.This is reality and I can’t
slip ‘cause if I do…it won’t bode well in the end for my status, my life in general and most importantly hers!Vee is a gem I promised to shield, to protect until she’s
old enough to make her own decisions.I shake away the mind-pinning thoughts and dive my hand over the door handle. I gently swing it and the hook leaves the safe, fluttering the door open.
That instant, her fucking sensual flora scent snap into my nostrils, working it’s way to my blood stream. I grit my teeth as I see her lying in a spoon position on her queen sized bed. Her left hand is tucked between her thighs.
The blanket hangs loosely around her waist, not completely covering her up. I gently push the door further open, careful not to wake her. The hinges sing in a warbled manner as I slide inside the room.
My feet slam on the floorboard as I reach her in six short strides.Up-close, her scent harasses me more. I take her in, her olive skin dusted with little hairs gleaming as the bedside lamp strokes against it.
Her wavy hair cascades over the pillows behind her. I lean closer and smell her. My fingers work gently in her jet-black
hair and I relish the silky texture of it.Careful not to wake her, my fingers skid over the hand lounging between her thighs, intentionally hovering a little over her groin.
Fuck!Shock grips me the moment she jerks and I draw up and back away. I could swear I noticed the light pur that light her lips and it sends blood rushing to my cock. I look more closely and see goosebumps splurge against her skin.I’m hard…so fucking hard. I step back while my eyes peg her in place. This is how I battle my emotions for the past one year.Shit, the girl suddenly
grew flesh in the right places, drawing my attention. So…I just can’t help but be drawn to her body.I rake my hand through my hair as I fight the need to curl up behind her on that bed and sink my cock deep into her body.
There, she rolls over to her side and I stall, holding my breath. I don’t want her to see me here nor find out the truth I’ve been holding back.
I can’t do this here. I can’t hurt the girl who's been calling me dad for over ten years now.
I turn around as the last string of voices hover around me and take my leave. I've made it my priority
to stay away from Vera as much as I can.I want things to be the way they used to be. I don’t want to ruin our relationship. I snake away from the room with a raging hard-on and stealthily shut the door.
Just as I aim to pad down the hallway to the kitchen where I can grab a bite to eat, my cell rings.I put my fingers into my pocket and fish it out. Claire?
Why is she calling? We literally separated a few minutes ago. Is she in some kind of trouble? I wonder.I swipe my finger over the screen and then voice out.
“Claire, are you okay?” My voice holds a shred of concern while I speak.
I hear her sigh. “My car broke down sweetie.”“The heck? Why don’t
you call your dad’s men to pick you up?” I walk downstairs while I converse with her.“Shit, David. My battery’s low and you’re the first person that flashed through my mind, so I opted to call you.” She literally
speaks like a damsel in distress.I’m no knight in a shining armor but it’s
already dark and the August mid-night must be chilling her bones. Plus, I’m the last person she was with. So if anything happens to her, her father will gun me down.I don’t want that. With a huff of breath, I utter. “Where are you?”
And then Claire tells me her exact location and I quickly send my driver to pick her up. As I make it to the kitchen, I clamp the fridge open and grab some milk and cookies.While on my munching feast, Andrei walks up to me. The man only grabs a few minutes sleep and is back on guard.I didn’t bother checking up on him before because I knew he'd be asleep.“David.” His bass voice gets to me and I grin at him.
“Already awake?” I ask, taking a gulp of milk from the glass.
“Yeah…”
“Tell me about her day?” I demand, interrupting his words.It’s my ritual every day. I always make Andrei recount all that Vera did during the day out. I feel a sense of satisfaction knowing her whereabouts and shits.It gives me the assurance she doesn’t cheat nor mess around. And mostly that she’s safe from the men wanting to get her. I grimace at the last thought.
Andrei sighs and says. “She’s angry…at you.”
I pause, knowing she'll be. I disappointed her on her day. Andrei looks at me and huffs.
“What’s there to look? Make it up to her.” He advises.
Andrei has been with me for years so he knows me front and back. He knows fully my feelings for her.I’m fucking thankful he takes my side and wasn’t judgmental that I have feelings for her like I did for her mother.“I'll try. But you know it’s not that easy, right?” I probe with a sagging shoulder.Vee can be one strong-headed girl. Nothing begs to differ between her and Helen. Like mother like daughter.
“Anyways…” Andrei’s voice cuts through my thoughts and I gaze up at him. “She went to her friend’s
pool party. A debauched one.”A line forms between my brows at his words. How could he have allowed her to attend such parties, dammit! I curse inwardly, only to realize I literally voiced out my curse words.“I didn’t know she was heading there. You know how She could be? She didn’t make it known it was something of that nature she was attending.”Whatever else Andrei was intoning didn’t permeate through my fuzzy mind. I all but picture these high school boys touching what’s mine to keep and I growl inwardly. Too bad, the growl fizzed outside too.“Did someone touch her?” I ask and upon Andrei's nod, I stand on my feet and launch myself at him!
“How could you fucking let that happen?” my blood boil as I fuss over him, tightening my fist around his nape as anger rain down on me.
David's POV. “Fuck! David….” Andrei coughs. He tries to pry my hand away from his throat but I refuse to let go. I hold him still.Images of the shit that usually happens during a pool party occupy my mind.The heck? How many high school boys…those horny teenagers touched her?Jeez, I hate to think of that. If not for one thing I'd search those guys out and fucking cut off their tiny dicks.Jeez….Vera’s messing with my mind for real. How’s it possible that a girl in her eighteen is messing with the mind of a man in his fourth two years?The voice in my mind mock-laughs at me. It’s funny really. It’s so funny that I even let that happen. But c'mon you can’t blame me.I’m a man with full fledge hormones and a working cock. And she? She’s a damn girl with voluptuous hips, fucking huge ass, two tantalizing globes of breasts and skin all men would want to sink into and lose themselves.Andrei’s cough reminds me that I’m still holding him in place with my hand. I snap my eyes to his
Vera's POV. He was here! I realize as I roll around my bed.He was here there’s no doubt about that. That means he’s back. I can smell his masculine scent accosting the air. I felt it the moment his fingers preyed on my skin.I was half aware, though. I thought it was happening in my dream because I was practically dreaming about him but then the fingers swept again and again.I cunningly stirred and heard when he backed away. He didn’t want me to know he was here. Or maybe he didn’t want to wake me up. Too bad I found out.That moment he touched me, my whole body was on fire. My core started humming with need, so strong it almost drove me crazy.I nearly opened my eyes and begged him to at least sink a finger into me and quench the fire but I just pretended to know why my daddy was here.Unfortunately, he didn’t do more than he initially did and that left my heart gaping with sorrow.Am I not attractive enough for him to desire me? Oh, fuck.That man destroys me with his presence
Vera's POV “Holy shit!” I curse long and hard the instant I run into my room. I pin my back against the door and reach behind me to lock it up.Shit, shit, shit!Andrei almost caught me fingering myself while watching David hammer a pussy in his bedroom.Thank goodness I heard his footsteps on time and made it look like I was just passing by.With a growl of displeasure, I curl my fingers into a fist as I remember the graphic scene of David’s cock. Knowing he's across the hallway, in his room enjoying a pussy that isn’t mine makes me angry.Fuck that shit! I already have this hatred for that woman he's with. I hate all of them. All the women he brings home to fuck end up in my blacklist ‘cause they’re practically enjoying what I desire the most.Oh, I bury my head into my palm almost sobbing.Will the man I desire ever want me? Will he ever desire me? I sigh, feeling a throb spearing my sex.Gosh, this pulsing need I feel for him is always distracting me. Always keeping me on edge,
David's POV.I snort, forcing a smile on my face as Andrei watches me from the distance I created between us. However, the smile I cast on my face is the exact opposite of what I feel.I’m confused, torn between going for what I desire and doing what’s right.With a huff, I turn around and continue with my movement into the house. I swerve around the lounge chairs clustered by the pool.While walking away, Andrei's heavy sigh carry through the air to hit my ears.I know why he's doing this…he’s not just trying to convince me into accepting my feelings but also because he sees Vera as his daughter too. And as a father, he thinks giving Vera off to me will be better.That she’ll be safe with me. Andrei was once a Bratva member. He once worked as the Byki of the Baranov clan.He knows exactly what constitutes the war going on in the mafia clans in New York, Russia and Greece. He doesn’t want Vera to be tangled in the mess, maybe because of his relationship with Helen.Yes, when Helen was
Vera's POV. My alarm wakes me up. I toss on the bed, fliting my hand over the nightstand, searching for the annoying thing to shut it off.I successfully do that and turn to face the ceiling. Shit, I feel so goddamn spent after the endless orgasm I gave myself last night.After the first cum, I continued to watch more arousing, hot as hell porno and it really got me off.I only slept around four a.m….Wait a minute? Four a.m?I erect quickly from my bed at the glaring realization. I set my alarm to wake up around 8a.m. and the fucking alarm has rang more than five times now.Jesus, I gasp as I look over at the clock and realize it’s almost night thirty.I scoot away from the bed and I hurry over to the bathroom.I've have a swimming session roughly around ten thirty this morning and I’m this late already?Yeah, that’s what thinking about David does to me. I wasn’t bluffing when I said he's driving me nuts. He really is.I bet our coach will lash out at me. The man’s is one of
David's POV. “Alright. My regards to your father.” I say to Claire as she’s about to step out of my car.I'm only hanging on a thin thread, keeping myself from transferring my aggression to anyone around. The stunt Vera pulled some moments ago is enough to make me go wild and vent.I swear. I almost threw things just to get off some steam.That girl… knows just the right string to pull and have me dancing to the tune she literally wants.Wasn’t it last night that she was fucking that little cunt of hers and was begging I lick her nipples?Damn! I’m screwed, really. I got off on the idea that she was thinking about me while fingering her pussy, that I imagined a grand reunion between us this morning.Only for her to act funny.Dammit, my whole body went haywire that instant I stared up at her and saw her in that flimsy tank top with her pert nipples gazing at me.I could swear my gaze over her nipples made them more hard. Jeez!The girl is doing shitty things to me. I can’t tamp dow
Vera's POVMr. Blacksmith, our coach blows the whistle and all five of us swimmers adjust our goggles and quickly make a dive into the water.“Woo-hoo!” All the Dame high school students in the stadium shout praises at us and clap.“Go girl!! Yeah kill it, Vee!!” I hear Sage shout my name amongst the audience and I increase my swimming pace.My hands shove in and out of the blue waters of the pool. I wade carefully enough not to swim over to the hurdle.It'll take about five more seconds to reach the end of the pool where the coach is watching us with those dark eyes of his.“Shit!” I curse as I realize I’m almost reaching the hurdle and swerve back into the middle.I close my mouth tightly to avoid water finding its way into my mouth…and…“Yeah!!” Everyone screams as I reach the edge first and climb out.A loud ovation flies through the air while I breathe in short pants. Mr. Blacksmith gives me a long look.But, hell…I realize too late that he's only looking at my breasts. The sport
David's POV.Of course, the message Vera sent increased my anger. Shit, she’s still pulling at my strings of control.I’m just right about to snap. And yes, I snapped. I turned to Charlie who was following me rattling off the usual from his iPad without a single care in the world and hollered.“Don’t, Charlie! I need space. Just…fuck off and give me a goddamn space!”The boy’s face tinged with fear at my outburst. I almost apologizedbut I want to get off on the idea that my outrage really got at someone.No…Charlie isn’t the goddamn person that’s supposed to be on the receiving end of this.It’s that stupid ass boy…that’s trying to get my priceless daughter to be his girlfriend.All hell will let loose if I get to her school.I’m going to take down any fucking Male I see around her. Dang it! Vera...oh that girl is a devil and she’s lolling me in her web.Maybe she’s not but somehow…somewhere along the line, I found myself trapped. Inescapable.My feet clomp on the tiled floor as I he