The last thing scarred and reclusive Luca Brown wants is the guardianship of an eighteen-year-old girl. Now that his friend is dead, he’s the one that’s got to take charge of Mavis Miller. The only problem … she’s not a girl. From the first moment he sees Mavis, his reaction to her scares the shit out of him. He’s now responsible for her, and that means he shouldn’t be thinking about her in anyway at all.
Mavis has never fitted in. Even her parents hated her and shipped her off to boarding school. Luca is different, and the scar on his face doesn’t scare her. After eighteen years of being ignored, she’s shocked when Luca takes her over his knee and punishes her for putting herself in danger. His touch. His hands. They drive her wild, and she wants him.
She’s the first woman to not flinch away. He should tell her no. He’s the guardian, but he doesn’t see her as his ward. No, he sees her as his, and he doesn’t want to just protect her—he wants to own her.
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Fuck!
Shit!
Bastard!
Fuck!
Luca couldn’t believe he’d been so stupid watching porn. After watching Mavis for the past couple of weeks, he’d needed a little something to relax. The only thing he could think to do was to go back to his collection of porn. He’d not watched it in a long time, and he only used it when he really needed to.
Growing up, he’d not needed it, not even to get off.
A long line of willing women had meant porn was no good for him. He didn’t need it.
Now, however, being trapped with Mavis, he was close to losing his mind.
She’d seen him.
She’d been at the door, watching, and she’d seen enough to know.
He didn’t like that she’d run off, nor did he like that she’d run outside. It was cold, dark, raining, and dangerous.
She should have been in bed, and when he got his hands on her, he was going to smack her ass. She’d learn to stay in bed at night and not go running outside. Charging out of the house, he followed close behind her. He didn’t attack her as the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
“Mavis! Stop!”
She kept on running.
He followed her.
The moment she hit the bottom of his garden near the pool and the small pool house that he’d built near it for after he’d taken a swim, she’d have no choice but to turn back to look at him. The ranch was huge, and rather than run toward one of the open fields, which would have made it impossible for him to catch her, she’d come here, to where he’d find it quite easy to do so. A few feet, and he stopped, blocking her escape. This was where he came when he wanted to get away from it all and to remember what his life used to be like before the accident that scarred him.
She looked left and right before turning to face him. Her tits pressed against the front of her vest, the rain making it so he saw the red tips of her nipples. She took several deep breaths as she faced him.
“What?” she asked.
“You shouldn’t have seen that.”
“Why not? It’s not uncommon for a man to get his rocks off to porn.” Her cheeks were red.
“Did you like it?”
“Did I like what?”
“Seeing it. I know you watched a little.” He didn’t have a clue if she had, but something in her eyes told him she did. “Did you touch yourself, Mavis? Are you wet?”
She didn’t tell him to stop as he took a step toward her.
She stayed perfectly still as he moved that final step that put him directly in front of her. Neither of them was touching. She looked up at him, and he wanted to know what she was thinking.
“Answer my questions.”
“Didn’t you hear me?” she asked.
“What?”
“I was watching you for a lot longer than the final scene, Luca.” She took his hand, and before he could stop her, she pressed his hand between her thighs. The shorts she wore were so big that it was easy for him to slide his fingers beneath the fabric and feel how wet she was.
Fine hair coated the lips of her pussy, and as he slid a finger between those wet lips, he found the evidence of her orgasm.
“You came?”
“Yes.”
He grazed her clit, and she gasped, grabbing his arms to hold herself up. He stared into her eyes as he pinched her swollen nub. She cried out and held onto him a little tighter. Pulling his hand away, he fingered the bottom of the wet vest. Rain was still coming down thick and fast, but he wasn’t going to move.
Not yet.
Not for a long time.
“Take it off.”
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