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He had had the nerve to laugh at her. Laugh at her as his fingers sank into the wet,

tight grip of her pussy and her orgasm rippled over her body. She’d gasped, feeling the

slick heat as it pulsed through her vagina, washing over his fingers. Then he had slid

them down to the tight little hole he had promised to fuck, one finger sinking in to its

first knuckle, sending a flare of pain through her body that she had enjoyed too much to

be comfortable with.

Tess remembered her fear, throbbing as hot as her lust. She had pushed him away,

trembling, unfamiliar with the hot pulse of hunger that had flared in her, unlike

anything she had known before. And he had watched her, his cock a thick, hard outline

beneath his pants, his eyes dark as she stood before him trembling.

“Pervert!” she had accused him.

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His lips had quirked, his eyes flaring in anger.

“And you?” he asked her. “What does that make you, baby? Because sooner or

later, you’ll have to admit you want it.”

“What, raped?” she had bit out.

His eyes suddenly softened, a strange smile quirking his lips.

“Never rape, Tess. You’ll beg me for it. Because we both know you want it as much

as I do. My cock sliding up your tight ass while you scream for me to stop, then

screaming for me to never stop. You’re mine Tess, and I know what it takes to give you

what you need. When you’re ready to accept that, let me know.”

Tess shook her head. Wanting it and accepting it were two different things. She had

dreamed of it ever since, too humiliated to ask him for it, and he refused to offer a

second time.

She touched her smooth, waxed pussy, her eyes closing as she lay back on the bed.

The thought of what he wanted terrified her, yet it aroused her to the point of pain. The

thought of his cock, so thick and hard, easing into her ass as he penetrated her wet,

pleading cunt with a dildo, her tied down, unable to fight, unable to escape whatever he

desired, had her soaked with need. He wouldn’t hurt her. She knew enough about Cole

to know he would never hurt her, but he could show her things she wasn’t sure she was

ready to know about herself. He could show her a part of herself that she wasn’t certain

she could handle. That was a frightening thought.

Her fingers eased through the shallow, narrow crease of her cunt, circled her clit.

He had promised to eat her there. To run his tongue around her clit, suck it, eat her like

honey, a lick at a time. She shuddered, moaning, imagining her finger was his tongue,

licking at her cunt, lapping at the slick heat that soaked her pussy. She circled her clit,

whispering his name, then moved her fingers back down to the desperate ache in her

vagina. She penetrated the tight channel with two of her fingers, biting her lip,

wondering how thick and long Cole’s fingers would be inside her. He had such a big

hands, he would fill her, make her scream for more.

He had whispered the dark promise that he would fuck her ass, take her there,

make her scream for him. She bit her lips, her fingers moving, one inserting into that

tiny, dark hole while she wished she hadn’t packed her vibrator so quickly. As her

finger passed the tight entrance, she allowed two fingers of her other hand to sink into

her vagina. She could hear his voice in the back of her mind, feel his finger, thicker than

hers, spearing a dart of pleasurable pain through her as he pierced her ass. And he had

told her, warned her he would fuck her there.

Her knees bent, her hips thrusting harder against her own fingers as she imagined

Cole between her thighs, licking her, fucking her with his fingers, driving her over the

edge as they fucked into her; her cunt, her ass, until—

She cried out as the soft ripples of release washed over her. Her vagina clenched on

her fingers, her womb trembling with pleasure. It wasn’t the release she had

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experienced with Cole’s fingers or her vibrator, but it took the edge off the lust that

seemed to only grow over time.

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It wasn’t enough. An hour and a cold shower later, Tess’s body still simmered with

need. Stretched on her bed, her body sheened with sweat as she fought for orgasm, she

cursed the phone when it rang at her side. Grimacing when it refused to stop, Tess

reached over, grabbing the receiver.

“Hello.” She tried to clear her throat, to still her rapid breaths, and hoped she could

explain it away if it was her father. She didn’t want him to know his daughter was a

raging mass of horny hormones ready to explode.

There was a brief silence, as though the caller were weighing his words.

“Feeling better?” A trace of knowing mockery, a deep, sensually husky voice

whispered the words.

Tess flushed at Cole’s voice. Damn him.

“I haven’t been sick,” she bit out, her eyes closing as her vagina pulsed. She

smoothed her fingers over her clit, feeling the increased stimulation there. Damn, she

could get off with just his voice.

“No, just trying to get off,” he said lazily. “I would help. All you have to do is ask.”

Ask, ask, her inner voice begged.

“In your dreams.” She winced as the words burst from her mouth. Damn him, he

put her on the defensive faster than anyone she knew.

“It would appear in yours as well,” he said, his mockery suddenly gone. “I know

how you sound when you’re aroused, Tess. Don’t try to lie to me. Let me hear you.

Touch yourself for me.”

Tess felt her breath strangle in her throat.

“You’re a pervert, Cole.” She fought for her own control at the sound of that sexy

voice. “Isn’t phone sex illegal?”

“I’m sure most of what I want to do with you could be termed illegal,” he chuckled.

“Let’s talk about it, Tess. Come on, tell me what you were doing to yourself. Are you

using your fingers or a vibrator?”

“I do not have a vibrator.” She clenched her teeth over the lie.

“Dildo?” he whispered the words heatedly. “Are you fucking yourself, Tess?

Thinking about me, how much I want you?”

“No!” She clenched the receiver in her hand, shaking her head despite the fact that

her fingers had returned to her suddenly pulsing cunt.

“I’d like to see you in my bed, Tess, your legs spread, your hands touching your

pretty cunt, fucking yourself. Did I ever tell you I bought that dildo I promised you? It’s

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nice and thick, Tess. Almost as large as my cock. I want to watch you use it. See you

fuck yourself with it.”

“God, Cole,” she gasped. “We’re on the phone. This is indecent.” But her fingers

were sinking into her cunt.

“What were you doing before I called, Tess?” His voice was dark, hot. “I know you

were touching yourself. I know the sound of your voice when you’re ready to come,

and you’re ready to come, baby.”

“No—” She tried to deny the obvious truth, but she couldn’t keep her breath from

catching as her fingers grazed her clit once again.

“Son of a bitch, Tess,” he growled. “Are you close, baby?” His voice deepened. “If I

were there, I’d make you scream for it. I’d fuck you so deep and hard you wouldn’t be

able to stop it. You’d cum for me, Tess. Come for me now, baby. Let me hear you.”

His voice was so deep, so sensual and aroused it caused her womb to contract

almost painfully. Her body bowed, her breath catching on a near sob. He brought all

her darkest desires, her deepest fantasies to the forefront of her mind. It terrified her.

“Cole,” she whispered his name, wanting to deny him, but her fingers weren’t

listening as they stroked her clit, sank into her vagina, then moved back to repeat the

action.

She was so hot she could barely stand it. So horny she was on the verge of

screaming for relief.

“I’m stroking my cock, Tess, listening to you lay there, imagining you touching

your juicy cunt, wishing I were with you, watching you fuck yourself with the dildo I

bought you.” His words caused her to gasp, her womb to contract painfully, her hips to

surge into her plunging fingers.

“No.” She tossed her head. She couldn’t do this.

“Damn, Tess, I want to fuck you,” he growled, his voice rough. “I want to be buried

so deep and hard inside you you’ll never forget it or deny me again. Come for me,

damn you. At least let me hear what I can’t have. Fuck yourself Tess, give this to me.

Those aren’t your fingers buried in your pussy, it’s my cock. Mine, and I’m going to

fuck you until you scream.”

Tess’s orgasm ripped through her. She shuddered, whimpered, her body tightening

to the point of pain before she felt her vagina explode.

“Oh God, Cole,” she cried his name, then heard his hard exclamation of pleasure,

knew he was coming, knew her climax had triggered his own as well.

“Tess,” he groaned. “Damn you, when I get hold of you I’ll fuck you until you can’t

walk.”

Tess trembled at the erotic promise in his voice, the dark sensuality that terrified her,

made her want to give him whatever he wanted.

“No,” she whispered, fighting for breath, fighting for sanity. “I asked you to stay

away.”

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She wanted to whimper, she wanted to beg.

There was silence over the line.

“Stay away?” he asked her carefully. “I don’t think so, baby. I’ve stayed away too

long as it is. You’re mine Tess, and I’m going to prove it to you. All mine. In every way

mine, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let you deny it any longer.”

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Her mother was waiting on her when she came down the stairs, her suitcase in

hand. Ella Delacourte was a small, spare woman, with dark brown hair and sharp hazel

eyes. There were few things she missed, and even less that she was tolerant of.

“So you’re still going,” she snapped out as she eyed the suitcase Tess set by the

front door. “I thought you would have more pride than that, Tess.”

Tess pressed her lips together as she fought to keep her sarcastic reply in check.

“This has nothing to do with pride, Mother,” she told her quietly. “He’s still my

father.”

“The same father who destroyed your family. Who ensured you lost the home you

were raised in,” Ella reminded her bitterly. “The same father that married the whore

who meant more to him than you did.”

Tess’s chest clenched with pain, and with anger. She wasn’t a child anymore, and

there were times when she could clearly see why her father had been unable to get

along with her mother. Ella saw only one view, and that was hers.

“He took care of us, Mother,” she pointed out. “Even after the divorce.”

“As though he had a choice.” Ella crossed her arms over her breasts as she stared at

Tess in anger.

“Yes, Mother, he had a choice after I reached eighteen,” Tess reminded her bleakly.

“But I believe he still sends you money and provides whatever you need, just as he does

me. He doesn’t have to do this.”

“Conscience money,” Ella spat out, her pretty face twisting into lines of anger and

bitter fury. “He knows he did us wrong, Tess. He threw us out—“

“No, you elected to leave, if I remember correctly.” Tess wanted to scream in

frustration.

The argument never ended. It was never over. She felt as though she continually

paid for her father’s choices because her mother had no way of making him pay.

“He’s depraved. As though you need to spend a week in his house.” Ella was

shaking now with fury, contempt lacing each word out of her mouth. “Those parties he

throws are excuses for orgies, and that wife of his—“

“I don’t want to hear it, Mother—“

“You think your father and his new family are so respectable and kind,” she

sneered. “You think I don’t know how you watched that brother of hers. That I didn’t

know about the flowers he sent you last year. They’re monsters, Tess.” She pointed a

thin, accusing finger at Tess. “Depraved and conscienceless. He’ll turn you into a

tramp.”

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Tess felt her face flame. She had fought for years to hide her attraction to Cole. She

had heard all the rumors, knew his sexual exploits were often gossiped about. He had

more or less admitted them to her on several occasions.

“No one can turn me into a tramp, Mother,” she bit out. “Just as there’s no way you

can change the fact that I have a father. I can’t ignore him or pretend he doesn’t exist,

and I don’t want to.”

Tess faced her parent, feeling the same, horrible fear that always filled her at the

thought of making her too angry. Of disappointing her in any way. But as she faced her