Chapter Three
John
I swear I’m going to put the little brat over my knee and spank that tight ass of hers for walking away from me. The only reason I haven’t yet is because I know once I watch that milky white flesh turn red under the palm of my hand, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking her.
I also know that if I fuck her, I won’t be gentle. She’s pushed my boundaries too far these last few months and I feel more like an animal than a man. All I can think about is rutting into her until she’s screaming my name.
She surprised me on the way home today with her demand that I show her my cock. And the memory of her hungry eyes dropping to my crotch as she had bitten that plump lower lip had me harder than fucking steel. All I wanted to do was pull off the road, yank open my pants, and force my rock-hard dick into that hot and wet little mouth of hers.
Fuck.
This is getting ridiculous. If I don’t have her soon, I’m going to lose every ounce of my control. She takes up every thought, every fantasy, that runs through my mind.
I follow behind her like a dog in heat, absolutely livid with the thought that she may have touched another man or been touched by another man. I know I’m being irrational, but I hate the images it puts in my mind.
Jasmine is mine and it’s about time that she realized that.
I nod absently toward Karen as I pass her and follow Jasmine down the long hallway to her room.
Can her mother see what I’m thinking? I wonder absently if I look as obsessed as I feel. Do I look like a man on the edge of claiming what’s his? Do I look like a man that has every intention of fucking her daughter so thoroughly that she screams hard enough to shake the rafters?
I must not. If I did, surely she would have stopped me. Thank God she doesn’t. I’m not sure what I would do if she stood between me and her daughter right now.
Her parents know nothing of the turmoil their daughter puts me through. To them, I’m just John. Their friend of seven years. Her Uncle.
I’m the man that used to ruffle her hair when she was sixteen, just to annoy her. The man that taught her how to drive a stick because neither of her parents could. Hell, I’d even taught her how to ride a motorcycle to ensure she could always get herself home, no matter the available transportation.
And that’s what makes this so completely twisted. Back then, she was just a cute kid that I picked on so I could watch her eyes go silver, and now? Now my intentions are darker, more carnal. I need her like I need my next fucking breath.
They think she’s safe with me. And physically she is, I’d never harm a hair on her head, and I’d die to keep her safe. But if they knew what I wanted to do to her, do with her, they’d lock me out of their lives and throw away the key.
Hell, maybe they should have a year ago.
I walk into Jasmine’s bedroom and softly close the door behind me. She’s going to answer my questions, or I will take her over my knee and consequences be damned.
I turn the lock and watch her pause as the small sound registers.
They definitely should have locked me out of their lives, because now it’s just her and me.
Game over.