Credence

Last chance,” he says softly, rubbing his cock through his pants. “You should leave.”

Pretty little cunt.

But then Kaleb quirks a smile, and I’m not sure why, but it pisses Jake off more, and he jerks his head, ordering his son out.

God, they look alike when they’re angry.

We take care of her pretty good,” he tells Kaleb, reaching around me to squeeze hot water over my breasts. “She doesn’t need Daddy. Do you?”

“Maybe if I take you over my knee, too, you’ll get wet?” he asks.

“You know, it just occurred to me.” His eyes crinkle as he studies me. “I’m actually the only man in this house who hasn’t hit you,” he states. “And I’m the one you don’t want. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I want to make love to you, Tiernan. I wanna fuck my father’s little whore.”

He makes me feel powerful. With Noah, I’m not embarrassed to demand or refuse. He dangles on my line and not the other way around.

“Maybe you’ve done without for so long, you’re confused that sex means love.”