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Chapter

Eight

PIPER

So the break room coffee isn’t so bad. It’s hot. And sorta brown.

Oh, fucking hell. Who am I kidding? I miss Rainy Day lattes. But there’s no way I’m venturing back to my worst nightmare of my family all together again, along with grumpy Daddy Don. Especially after he assaulted me in the alleyway.

It doesn’t matter that I wanted it, or that I’m wet just thinking about how huge the man is, stretching my insides until I thought they would be outside. Damn it ! Now my panties are soaked.

I shove a borrowed mug that reads Please Do Not Confuse Your Google Search with My Library Science Degree back onto the dripping pot of black goo, then hustle to the staff bathroom and shimmy out of my thong. Tucking them into my belted corduroy mini-skirt pocket, I look at myself in the mirror. Could I pass for a pink-haired Twiggy with my turtleneck and knee boots? Probably. But after daddy left me a gifted hickey, I really had nothing else to wear that Shanna, our librarian, wouldn’t complain about.

The spigot makes a sick groan when I turn it on to wash my hands, then run my fingers through my locks, straightening them. It’s getting longer, falling just above my eyes. Almost time for a cut. I approve my outfit with a nod at my reflection, then get back to work.

Shanna gives me a judgmental eyebrow raise behind the checkout counter when I emerge from the back, then flicks her eyes to the large clock on the wall. She monitors my break time with more scrutiny than guards over a bank vault. I give her a half curtsy and push the squeaky wheeled book trolley toward the children’s section to put away returns.

Essa

Hey, can I come over and discuss something?

Me

Is it your costume for Halloween? Because I have some ideas.

Essa

Haha, just wanting to hang out with my friend.

Me

See you soon, then.

As I find my way to the dusty back reference section that no one goes to, except one person who checked out some crusty looking tome, I heave a sigh that the day is almost half done. A shadow lurks down the aisle, and I brace myself for Shanna’s harsh whisper, telling me to do some inane task I don’t want to do.

Dropping to a squat, I pretend to examine a National Geographic with the utmost care, turning it over in my hands. But soft footfalls squish toward me at a slow pace until I give up and stand.

Large hands squeeze my waist, holding me in place as a deep voice whispers, “Don’t make a fucking sound, except to say ‘ Yes, daddy .’ Do you understand?”

The bass of his voice makes my blood sing in my veins, and I press back into him. No. No, Piper. Come on. Adon is a menace. A grouch. And he just took you in an alley like a common street whore.

When I don’t answer quickly enough, he grasps my hair and bends me over until my fingers claw at the metal shelf in front of me for some stability. His broad palm slides up my bare outer thigh, sending sparks down to my toes with his warm touch. The hem of my skirt slowly rises as his wrist reaches it. And then, he shoves it up until my entire naked ass is exposed. In my place of business. To anyone who may walk by.

A small gasp comes from the back of his throat as he spies my lack of underwear.

With a harsh tone cast over my shoulder, I whisper, “Someone could see!”

The breath is knocked out of my lungs as he swats my ass, the sound surely carrying to the front of the building and anyone sitting nearby. Darting my widened eyes to the ends of the aisle, I try to steady my pulse, but it races like I’ve just been on a roller coaster.

“Do you understand?”

Nodding, I refuse to say what he wants. Until I feel his hand leave my skin in preparation for another spanking. “Yes! Yes, daddy!” My voice is ragged and desperate. For him to fuck me again? If my pussy could answer, it would be a resounding yes.

One of his fingers trails through my opening with such tenderness, it almost tickles. My legs quiver as he teases my entrance. “ Fuck , Rosy. You’re soaked.”

I whimper and press my hips back against his intrusion, but he won’t give me anything. The distinct sound of a zipper being lowered makes me swallow a breath. My core clenches in anticipation of the violation it’s about to receive. Especially when he grabs both of my hips, lines up behind me, and dips his tip just inside.

Instead of plunging in, he pulls my hair so hard, I have to stand up, my back hitting his chest with a wince. His teeth find my earlobe and he tugs on it to get my attention. It’s almost hesitant as he coughs words against my neck. “Are you clean?”

Blinking, I try to figure out why he’d be asking. Oh shit. We never used protection, did we? Turning my head toward him, he backs up quickly as our lips brush. “Are you ?”

His jaw clenches, and he snorts a breath through his widened nostrils. “Yes.”

“Me, too—” The word gets cut off as he shoves into me, and I naturally bend just to fit him in without straining. Ugh! Essa says her boyfriend has a porn star cock, and I’ve teased her about it, but his brother has to be bigger. At least he feels like it.

Not even hesitating, Adon rampages inside me as if he’s in a hurry. Part of me is glad. Anyone could come around the corner at any second. Hell, if someone passes the aisle in front of us and takes a book, I have no idea how to explain what’s happening behind the stack. Our skin melds with rhythmic slaps, the music of our sex slightly absorbed by the high-traffic orange carpet beneath my boots.

The shelf cuts into my fingers as I grip it, trying to wiggle away from the monster thrusting hard into me. As if Adon feels the resistance, he grips my thigh and lifts it, then sets it down in front of the letter W of an encyclopedia volume. “Need to get in deeper,” he grits out, then shoves himself in until my ass hits the waistband of his jeans. My eyes roll back at the full sensation of him .

Glancing back, I whisper, “Essa’s on her way here now.”

Firm fingers latch around my throat, and he groans a response. “Then you better be quiet, filthy slut. Taking backshots like a dirty little girl.”

While I grimace at his gritty talk, he spanks me again, and my eyes widen, scanning the library. I slap my hand over his, so he won’t do it again and make more noise. He, in turn, covers my mouth with his available palm.

My eyes squeeze shut, tears leaking from the sides as pleasure overrides my utter terror that I’ll get caught, fired, and have to live with one of my family members. I sink my teeth into one of his large fingers that hooks into my cheek until he grunts, shoving deeper in and hurrying toward the finish line. His warm palm slides from around my ass to my front, then finds my soaked clit, pulsing with need, and rubs vigorously until I know I can’t hold back any longer.

Sucking the digit farther into my mouth to quiet the raging storm of ravishment, I go to that mental heaven, where every desire is fulfilled. There’s comfort. And safety. The place where I feel close to someone, even if only one neuron holds on to the knowledge that once I come down, bitterness and loneliness will replace the euphoria at a rapid pace. For this tiny moment, I can pretend I’m not alone.

Adon’s fingers grapple to keep hold of my wiggling hips as he comes while pressing an open-mouthed hot kiss on my shoulder. The clipped hairs of his groomed beard scratch at my skin until I shiver as his fingers slip into my skirt pocket and pull out my thong, just as his dick slips from between my legs. His come drizzles down my thighs as I hurriedly force my skirt back over my ass and press the back of a hand against my hot cheeks. Suppressing a growl, I snatch at the fabric he shoves in his face, but he holds it out of my reach. With dazed chocolate eyes, he takes a big inhale, then stuffs them in his pocket.

The urge to slap him again overwhelms me. Because he used me like a cheap whore. But if I were honest, the truth is, I’m angry because…

I liked it.

When he leans forward to raise my chin with a crooked finger, I step back into the shelf. His rugged face and fierce expression lock me in place. “You be available for me whenever I need you. Got it?”

It’s difficult to swallow, but I manage it, then spit out my simple retort. “No.”

His eyebrow crooks with confusion. “No? I think the words you’re looking for are ‘ Yes, Daddy Don.’ And that’s the only thing I need to hear from your smart mouth other than ‘ harder’ and ‘spank me. ’”

“Sorry. I think twice with you was enough for me.” Smacking his broad chest, I squeeze out from his formidable arms, push my cart two steps away, and whisper, “Thanks for playing.”

I walk softly down the aisle, feeling him seethe at my backside. Predictably, a firm grip on my bicep spins me around to face him before I get too far. “I’m your daddy and you will behave.”

A satisfied smile creeps over my lips. Oh, he’s so mad. A little vein pops in his temple and throbs with his pulse. I raise a finger and stroke along his cheek and sigh. “I don’t think I will, daddy. Now, if you don’t leave, I’ll call the cops and have you all over the news. I don’t think it would look good for Griffin Motors if I told them how the owner of such a prominent city business has been stalking me.”

Immediately, he drops his hand and steps away, his brow dipping until his eyes look murderous. Without another word, he leaves.

I roll my eyes. He can’t even handle a little threat.

Is he the best dick I’ve ever had? Most assuredly. But that just means more trouble. A man like that, one who’s so much older, is simply looking to control a young girl. He probably wants a nanny for his kids or a chef to cook him dinner at night. A cleaner for his house…

I would wreck his quiet life. He’s not ready for me .

These types of guys always hang around me for that reason. They think they want a taste of danger and excitement. But really, they want to tame me. It’s not going to happen. And I’ll show him that.

No more Daddy Don dick, Piper. I mean it. You must stop him before you get addicted .

After cleaning myself up in the bathroom, I ignore Shanna’s nasty stare and slide behind the counter. Her whisper sounds like a lecture. “I’m taking off. You’re here tomorrow by yourself, remember?”

If she noticed the nasty thing I just did in the stacks, she’s pretending she didn’t. Relief floods my system as I flop into the squeaky wheeled chair and pick up my latest read, Milking The Meter Maid . “I’ll be fine, Shanna. I know you’re so worried about me, but I think I can manage.”

She scoffs and slings her quilted tote bag over her shoulder while tucking her cardigan tighter around her middle. If the glass door with hydraulics could slam, she’d probably do it on her way out. As she leaves, a young girl with long brown hair enters with another girl with a black bob of box braids.

My heart beats faster as I recognize Avery, Adon’s daughter, from our brief meeting at Griffin Motors. We chatted about books. Of course, this was before I knew who her father was.

As she walks by, her eyes widen when she spots me. She whispers something to her friend, who ventures off toward the computers. Avery saunters to me like she’s shy to approach but wants to.

“Avery, right?” I ask.

Her coloring and features look like Adon, but her eyes are bright green. Must be from her mother. “Yeah, you’re Piper. Essa’s friend?”

Nodding, I give her a smile. “What can I do for you? Come for those vampire book recommendations?”

She relaxes her shoulders and snorts. “Yeah. My mom will be here to pick us up in about an hour. Told me to do my homework, but I want a new book.”

Oddly, at the mention of her mother, my stomach tightens. Looking at this girl, who I’m closer to in age than her dad, who I just fucked , makes me feel weird. Adon seems so much older than me. He was married and had children with someone. That means he’s been in love and probably had some nasty divorce where they fought all the time, knowing him.

Anxiety makes sweat form on my forehead. “Oh. Sure. Your mom will be here ?” What will I do if I see her? What if she’s gorgeous? Or a total bitch? Why do I care? I’m not interested in Adon. I can’t be. We don’t mesh. And the guy just ran away after one itsy-bitsy no.

Avery shrugs one shoulder and nods. She seems shy. But I love introverts. It’s my mission to make sure everyone feels comfortable. So, I stand up and skirt around the counter and point toward the young adult section. “Come on, I’ll show you the good ones.”

Somehow, an hour flies by with Avery and her friend sitting on the floor on either side of me as we whisper about the book series I handed them. Around us lay several other books, but they found the one they wanted to read.

Footsteps approach, and I glance up, almost wishing I hadn’t. A beautiful woman with olive skin, dark hair, and bright green eyes smiles broadly, flashing perfect teeth. God, her body is incredible, too, with full tits and thick hips. Just fucking kill me.

Scrambling to our feet, I gather the books they wanted to take and smile at Avery’s mom. “Uh, hi. I’m Piper, the library assistant. She just wanted some reading recommendations.”

Her dark eyebrows stitch together, but there’s still a mocking grin on her face. “Well, she was supposed to do homework. But I’ll allow it.” She holds her hand out for her daughter, who takes it and gets off the floor. “Let’s check out and get you girls home for dinner.”

She probably makes real food at home. Something like mashed potatoes from scratch with milk squeezed from a cow in her backyard. Grows her own wheat for cereal and harvests her own vegetables from a garden. She could own a farm with the fancy rain boots that cover her feet. And not a dirty one that smells like manure, where kids pet sad donkeys. No. The kind on social media that has a cloudy filter over everything to make it appear wistful and romantic.

When I scan the books, slowly and carefully, I refrain from staring at her. She’s perfect. Her nails are short and strong, painted in a neutral beige. My chipped yellow polish is so childish in comparison.

An urge to destroy her takes over inside me. Maybe I’ll fill her fancy leather purse with dirty tissues. Or have Avery tell her dad that her mom had been cheating on him their whole marriage…

Instead, I smile and sigh. “Thanks for stopping by.” The crew waves as they leave, and I slump back in my uncomfortable chair.

This is exactly why I need to stay away from Adon Griffin. He’s someone’s daddy. Just not mine.