Page 17 of Your Daddy Does It Better
Suddenly, I’m tackled to the forest floor. Dirt puffs under my harsh breath as I crawl forward, my fingernails clawing at the cold, hard ground.
Bryce grabs my ankle and yanks me toward him. “You’re fucking crazy. It’s freezing out here, and you’re being dramatic.”
“Let me go!” I scream.
I shiver as his body moves along with mine. He pins my arms over my head like Paul did when he wanted something I didn’t want to give. But my body isn’t shutting down with Bryce the way it did with Paul. My legs spread and cradle his knee. My hips rise, desperate for friction. I can’t think straight. I don’t know what this man’s going to do. “Just don’t hurt me.”
“Damn it, Isla. I won’t hurt you. I’ll never hurt you.”
“Why don’t you feel anything about killing your son?”
A moment of silence. It’s not uncomfortable, but it lingers between us. I asked, and he’s now forced to answer.
“I killed my father, too. Paul was never really my son. As much as I tried to fix him, I couldn’t. You can’t save people like my father and Paul. They hatched straight from hell. Maybe it’s my punishment because I’m a sinner, but my burden in life was putting them down.”
I’m frozen between desire and despair, unsure of what to do or what approach to take. I don’t know this man. I wrapped all my experiences up with his psychotic son, the brutality in Paul’s fist, the venom in his words, and the cruel way he convinced me of my worthlessness. How Paul would crush me into thinking his abuse was care and compassion.
Bryce claims that all he wants is to protect me, to help me, and even though I’ve witnessed the lengths he’ll go to keep me safe, I’m still hesitant to surrender to him fully.
But I also realize it’s not him I’m doubting but myself. How do I know I’m not gonna go from being his son’s prisoner to being his?
I pull myself along, but I can’t get a grip on the solid mud under my fingers. Still, I try. Maybe this is what they mean about not realizing your strength until you’re forced to. So why didn’t I have this strength when I was with Paul? Why did I stay? Why was I so weak? Would I have left if Bryce hadn’t confronted him? Did Bryce give me a choice or an ultimatum?
Shaking my head, I scream, “I don’t need you!”
I’m not sure who my words are meant for. Will anyone other than Bryce and I hear them, or will the forest swallow them up? Maybe they’ll reach the ears of a running fox or a mother bird feeding her chick in her nest.
“You may notwantme, but youneedme.”
Tears fill my eyes at his words. As much as I want to deny it, they’re laced with the truth. I have nowhere to go and no one to turn to. I’m alone, and he knows my only hope is to trust a man I barely know.
My body falls limp at the resounding certainty of my fate. No choice. No options. No hope.
“Look at me, Isla.”
Our eyes connect, and I find a spark of hope in the depths of his dark irises.
Bryce leans in, his lips barely touching mine. “I’m not a good man. I’m a killer. A criminal. My moral compass is skewed at best, and at worst, it’s completely broken. I’m capable of unimaginable depravity, but I promise I’ll never harm you. Back there in the cabin, I wasn’t rejecting you. I was trying to save you.”
“I’m not an idiot. I know you’re a criminal. I don’t have any expectations of you being some knight on a white horse who’ll ride off with me into the sunset. I don’t even expect to see sunsets. All I want is one thing that’s mine. One thing that’s my choice.”
Bryce jumps off me and paces back and forth. I watch his feet walk beside my body as he whispers profanities under his breath. He growls before bending over me again. “You don’t understand. I like violent sex, Isla. It’s the only way I get off. I’m not abusive. I won’t hurt you to feel powerful, but I will fuck you hard and get off on your tears.”
“Will you stop if I ask you to?”
Bryce appears taken back, the look on his face pure horror, like I’ve struck him somehow. “Of course.”
“Then don’t deprive me of a choice.”
ChapterFifteen
BRYCE
My pants are about to bust open cause my cock is hard as steel. I want to rip her clothes off and fuck her until she passes out, drenched in my cum. I have an animalist need to mark her as mine so that no other man will dare to look at her because they’ll know I’ll snuff them out. But a part of me is frightened that once we go through with this, she’ll never look at me the same way again.
I rub the back of my neck as Isla pushes to her feet, and we stand facing each other. She says she wants a choice, but a choice in what exactly? A choice in getting railed like an animal on the ground?
I take in every mouthwatering curve. My fingers twitch at the thought of grabbing her large tits and biting her nipples. “Pick a word.”
