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Legacy

I admire her defiance. Not that it’s going to get her out of this line of questioning.

She might think stripping naked and slamming the door behind her will end the argument, but she clearly underestimates me.

Raking my hand through my hair, I follow her to her room. She’s already disappeared into her bathroom when I let myself in because she probably assumes I’ll let this go.

She thinks I didn’t see her face pale when I said that asshole’s name. Or how her hands shook when he started calling her again.

And again.

Whoever this fucker is, he’s going to learn a very important lesson when I get my hands on him.

As I cross her bedroom, I fish my phone out of my pocket and shoot off a text .

Legacy : I need everything you can find out about a shitbag named Lincoln. He’s the principal at the school Reagan worked at in Glendale.

Ghost : On it.

No questions asked. No hesitation. One of the many reasons I appreciate my brother.

Setting my phone on the dresser, I open the bathroom door in time to see Reagan stepping into the shower. She pauses at the sound of me entering and spins around with pure shock on her face as water runs over her body.

She’s a fucking goddess if I’ve ever seen one.

But as much as I want to bend her over and fuck her until I’m no longer irritated, there’s another knot that needs working out first.

I need answers.

Crossing the room, I step into the shower and am immediately hit with the spray ricocheting off her luscious curves.

“Jesse,” she shrieks. “You’re fully clothed.”

I am.

Not that I give a fuck.

I reach for the back of her neck, pulling her to me, pressing her wet body flush with mine. Water pools where her tits press against my chest, and I’m solid steel at the sight.

“Yep. And you’re going to answer my question.”

She might have thought she could hide in here. That I’d cool off or let it go. Little does she know what the thought of someone messing with her does to me.

“Why do you care? ”

Defiance bleeds from her stare. Her pores. Reagan’s body wiggles against me, but she’s not fighting for freedom, even as she shoots me a beautifully vicious glare.

“Why do I care?” I repeat her question.

She nods, swallowing hard. “You avoid me whenever you get the chance. You’ve been trying to get me to leave since I got here. You barely said two words to me this morning even after we…” She doesn’t finish the sentence. “Even after last night.”

Her words are always so fucking sweet rolling off her tongue. All it makes me want to do is sully it. To cover it in cum until she’s as filthy as the thoughts I have about her.

“So yes, I’m asking you why all of a sudden you care, Jesse?” Her voice wobbles at the end.

She’s trying to be strong, but my hand on her hip has her composure faltering. Her body melts in my arms, and I wish I’d stripped before storming into the shower just so I could feel her wet body against mine.

“Because I tried to warn you, Reagan, but you just kept pushing. You think you can handle me and my world, but it will eat you alive. Trust me .” I swallow, knowing a little too much about that. “But now you’re here. You got under my skin. You forced yourself in. You made yourself mine to look out for. To fight for. To protect. Mine . Whether you like it or not. So if someone’s bothering you, you’re going to tell me so I can deal with it.”

Emotions war in her eyes. She barely blinked through my confession. Her mouth parts, but she snaps it shut again like she’s debating what to say to me.

I lift a hand to her jaw, dragging my thumb over her lower lip. “Why are you scared of him, Reagan? What did he do to you?”

That question is enough to snap her out of her trance, and I watch as her eyes gloss, and she throws her walls back up.

“Nothing.” The lie is nearly a whisper.

“I don’t believe you.” And I don’t understand why she’s refusing to tell me. “Answer my question.”

She tilts her chin up. “Or else what?”

Bratty defiance.

She’s so fucking young. So much life to live. So many things to learn.

Like the fact that I have ten years on her, and those years gave me enough patience that I’m not backing down.

Her eyes flare as she takes in my smirk. She knows without asking that she shouldn’t have challenged me. But it’s not regret in her gaze because whether she’ll admit it or not, this is what she wants.

I grab her hips with my hands and spin her around. Her wet ass presses against my jeans, and I can’t help rocking her body against my aching cock. That relief needs to wait, but I can’t resist just feeling her.

One arm wraps her waist, while I reach the other up and dislodge the showerhead from its brace .

“What are you doing, Jesse?” Nervous excitement skitters through her tone.

“I’m the one asking the questions, sweetheart.” I change the setting on the showerhead, lowering it down her front. “And you can come when I get my answers.”

“What—” Her words cut off as I pause with the showerhead between her legs. Her nails bite into my arms as she wiggles. “That feels… fuck.”

“Such a dirty word from your sweet little mouth.” I adjust the setting, and she crumbles against me.

I’m holding her up as she thrashes again. Her wet hair sticks to my neck. Water sticks my clothes to my skin.

Reagan looks up at me and her eyes flutter, dew making her cheeks shine. Droplets of water drip down her full tits. Every inch of her is soft and perfect.

And mine.

This woman brings out every dark, twisted, possessive part of me.

Her hips buck toward the showerhead as her eyelashes flutter. She’s on the brink, so I shift the stream of water from her clit to her stomach, cutting her off.

“Jesse—” Her eyes fly open.

Desperation spills with my name. She scratches at my arm, trying to force me to move the showerhead back to where she’s aching.

“Why’s he really calling you, Reagan?” I ask her again.

The groan that comes out of her is filled with irritation. “I told you. ”

“You told me what you think I want to hear.” Slowly, I trail the showerhead up her stomach, watching water spill over her perfect skin. “I want the truth.”

“It is the truth.” Her voice stutters when the water reaches her breast, beading her sensitive nipples. “I left quickly. He can’t accept it.”

“So he keeps calling you?” I palm her full breast, and her body shivers in my arms.

“I tried to block his number.” Her head tilts back, and her eyes flutter closed as she starts to get lost in the sensation. “He changes it again and again to get through.”

My body stiffens for a whole different reason than her naked in my arms. This asshole isn’t taking the hint, and I get the feeling this is only the start of it. Which I’m guessing is why she didn’t tell me. She either doesn’t trust me to know, or she’s worried what I’ll do about it.

Too late.

This fucker is dead.

And even if I don’t need Reagan to find him now that Ghost is on it, I need to know how long I need to make him suffer once I do get my hands on him.

“Your former boss is persistent.” My teeth clench.

“It’s not just that,” she says cautiously.

I figured. “You dated him?”

“One date.” She shakes her head. “It was a bad idea. We worked together, and he was really… aggressive.”

That word has my blood boiling.

“Did he hurt you? ”

“Not physically.” Her fingers dig into my arm. “I got a bad feeling, so I took a cab home from the restaurant, and I didn’t go out with him again.”

“Good girl.” I brush my fingers over her stomach, and she shivers. “What else has he done?”

I lower the showerhead to her core to reward her for her honest answers.

“He…” She moans, going soft in my arms as I settle the stream of water on the spot that makes her melt. “He fired me when I wouldn’t go out with him again. And he started coming by the house. Knocking to see if I was there and yelling when I didn’t answer.”

“Mm-hmm,” I hum, kissing her neck, trying to restrain myself from breaking something at the thought that he’s been fucking with her more than I would have thought. “What else?”

“He said he regretted it, and I should come back.” Reagan’s hands grip my forearm when I adjust the showerhead. “Oh, right there.”

“You like that?”

“Yes.” She rocks her hips into it. “He used his connections with the district to make sure I couldn’t find another job. He started following me everywhere I went. But then I came here, and I haven’t seen him since. That’s all. That’s it.”

“I believe you.” I kiss the side of her throat, swallowing down the bubble of rage storming inside me. “Thank you for telling me.”

I drop my free hand to her core and slip my fingers deep into her pussy. Even with the water, I feel her excitement dripping. I focus the showerhead on her clit, and she starts to ride my hand. Her desperate cunt gripping me as she accepts me deeper.

“Thank you for answering my questions. I want you to come for me now, Reagan. Let me take care of you.”

I mean that in so many ways as she goes soft against me. As she lets go of whatever weight she’s been carrying around and submits. She grabs my arm as she buckles over, folding forward and coming with a scream. I’m all that’s holding her up when her knees give out. I move the water and rock her through her climax. Slowly helping her ride out the waves as she comes down.

When she stands upright, I secure the showerhead overhead, and after a long, quiet moment, she turns in my arms. Her fingers clutch my soaking wet T-shirt as she stares up at me.

“You just tortured me with a showerhead.” Her eyes blink the water away.

“I did.”

“You’re ridiculous.” She laughs out a breath. “And possessive.”

“Not usually.”

Her cheeks heat. “That was intense.”

I angle her chin up. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

Reagan wets her lips, lust and thoughts brewing in her gaze. “What are you going to do about Lincoln?”

“You don’t need to worry about that.” I brush her wet hair off her cheek, and I’m thankful when she doesn’t push me on the subject because she won’t like the truth .

Her mascara is smudged under her eyes, and her lip gloss smears off the corner of her lip. I drag my thumb over it, smearing it more.

“No one gets to ruin you but me, sweetheart. Not anymore.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Both.” Leaning in, I brush my lips over her pouty mouth.

I claim her in a kiss that says everything I can’t. That I need her more than I’ve ever needed anyone. That I’ll never be the kind of man she deserves. That she consumes me.

Her hands frantically search my sides, working to peel off my wet T-shirt. It sticks to my chest as she pulls it off, tossing it to a corner of the shower. Her fingers work my belt, and her tits sway with her every movement.

Her curves are fucking irresistible. My calloused hands skate over her soft skin until I’m digging my fingers into her luscious hips.

I can’t remember the last time I was with a woman more than once, but Reagan’s in my blood. One time, and I can’t get enough of her.

She pulls out my cock, and when her hand wraps my shaft, she untethers me.

I pick her up and slam her back against the tiled wall while her legs lock at my waist. She’s wet, slippery, perfect .

My cock notches at her pussy, and with a needy thrust, I impale her.

That look …

That flash of excitement in her eyes.

I never knew I needed another person until I see Reagan’s brown gaze darken as I bottom out inside her. She tips her head back but doesn’t break our stare. Looking into my soul and opening her own.

I glance down to where our bodies connect. My jeans hang soaked at my hips. The spray of the shower pebbles water on her skin. She’s all curves and innocence, except when I fuck her. Then, she takes me how I want her—filthy and mine.

“Jesse.” She wiggles against my hips, and I realize I’m frozen with my cock inside her.

Her pussy is so desperate she’s swallowing me as deep as she can. And I’m hypnotized by her body taking me as I start to move.

I grip her ass so hard she’ll have marks tomorrow, and I don’t hate that. Maybe I’ll have her stand with them on display while I come all over her. She makes me want to do the most fucked up things.

“You don’t deserve what I’m going to do to you, sweetheart.” I pound my hips forward and steal her exhale with a kiss. “But you’re going to take it, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” She pulls me to her, holding us chest to chest against the wall as I fuck her. “Please, Jesse.”

I kiss the path down her jaw, her neck. “Do you have any idea the thoughts I have when it comes to you? The sweeter you are, the more you make me want to mess you up.”

She moans as I sink my teeth into her soft neck. “I want that. I want you. ”

“You shouldn’t.” For so many reasons.

She has her whole life ahead of her, but I don’t want to let her go.

Reagan grabs the sides of my face, forcing me to look her in the eyes. Our foreheads press together, and my chest whooshes with the gravity of the earth centralizing between us.

I fuck her slow and deep, watching her every reaction. Memorizing them.

“I want you, Jesse.” Her breath hitches when I fuck her deeper. “Jesse—Legacy. I want all of you.”

Those are dangerous words, and I feed on them. My soul sinks its teeth in and hangs on. Her body grips me, and she stares me in the eyes as I fuck her. And I watch those flecks of honey in her brown eyes sparkle as she squeezes my cock with her climax. Her pussy pulses, and I have no choice but to follow her over that edge, owning her with my cum.

I couldn’t pull out if I wanted to.

And I don’t.

I want to fill this girl to the brim and suffer the consequences.

Her nails dig into the back of my neck as she takes me. As she rides out the final, harsh thrusts and then we’re both relaxing, panting as we catch our breaths.

“Fuck,” she says, and my nostrils flare at her cursing, which she seems to notice. “You really do get excited when I swear, don’t you?”

I smirk, slowly pulling out of her so I can set her down on her feet. “I do.”

Stepping back, I look her over. Hand imprints are everywhere I grabbed her. Her makeup is smeared, and her cheeks and chest flushed. Her pussy is red from the shower and from me fucking her roughly. My cum drips down her legs.

A work of art.

I watch my release slide out of her, and she moves to clench her thighs.

“Don’t.” I reach forward, holding her hips against the tile.

“Jesse—”

I shake my head, stopping her from telling me why we should probably be using protection.

“Put it back where it belongs, Reagan.”

“Put what back?”

“My cum.”

Her eyes widen as she stares at me. An exhale falls from her lips, and I wait for her to argue. For her to tell me why she shouldn’t.

But because she’s perfect for me, she does none of those things. Instead, she reaches to her thigh, and I watch as she slowly slides her fingers up through the cum dripping out of her until she reaches her pussy. Her fingers pause for only a second before she sinks them into her, putting my release back where it belongs.

“Good girl.” I lean closer, pressing my forehead to hers and covering her hand with my own.

When her fingers pull out, I twist one of mine with hers and shove us both back in, pushing my cum deeper .

She rests her head against the back of the shower. Wincing at her soreness but not stopping me as I fuck her with both our fingers. As I fill her up.

As I claim her.

“What are we doing, Jesse?” she whispers, staring into my eyes.

“Making a mess,” I tell her.

And I want to say fuck the consequences, but I should know better.