Vicious Desire by Leslie V. Walker

Chapter Eleven

Brendan

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Danny Wilson, Ayanna’s father, curses as he stands in front of us. He creates a dark atmosphere as he demands me to answer him. His eyes with rage consuming him as his hands form fist-clenching every now and then as if he’s forcing himself back from pummeling my face.

Come on. Hit me.

My blood boils hot, and I tug at Ayanna pushing her behind me as if to protect her from a sudden threat. Her dad being the threat.

She slaps my wrist away but stays slightly behind me as the music dies down and whispers are heard. A stretch of silence forms between us as we stare each other down.

Probably as a kid I used to do the same thing but now it makes me want to chuckle.

“What does it look like?” I tilt my head mocking him as a grin stretches across my face, “Dancing.” I take a hold of Ayanna’s wrist again spinning her around until she lands with her back against my chest.

My pulse roars with the heat of her against me, causing something devious to crave inside me. Something primal and possessive overtakes me. Hating the way her father stares at her with distaste, I press her closer against me causing a small gasp to leave her sinful lips.

“This is family only. You’re not invited. Nor do you have any reason to be with my daughter.”

“I was invited by your daughter. And we were just about to head out so no need to fuss.” A growl leaves his lips and the pure satisfaction of making him angry consumes me.

I’ve had this hatred for Danny Wilson ever since the fallout between him and my parents. When he and my father had a fallout and Danny was taken out of our family’s company name after dad wanted to go independent, Danny has had a hatred for us Carters since I can remember. Always spitting venom to our name as if he has the power to bring in fear.

I take a hold of Ayanna’s waist as she stares at her dad in fear. Fear I’ve never seen fully portrayed in her eyes. Why is she afraid of him?

Anger burns through me and all of a sudden. I don’t want her anywhere near her father. Grabbing a hold of her waist I push her to start walking so we can get out of here. The guys are probably wondering where the fuck we are from the number of times my phone vibrates in my pocket.

“You are not going anywhere, Ayanna.” Danny’s voice carries through the disastrous party. People stare at us in shock wondering what is going on and why their precious Danny boy is acting like this.

Ayanna’s back stiffens before she turns to face her father. Her face is fierce completely done with his and my bullshit and wanting to get this all over with.

“I’m going to hang out with a group of friends, Danny. And if you have a problem with that tell me why? What did they do to you?” She quirks an eyebrow using her father’s name and my dick hardens at her attitude.

Fuck, she’s beautiful when she spits venom. I wonder how she’d be like talking back as I fuck her into the sheets of my bed. Just the thought of seeing those perky small yet round tips begging me to bite them gets me hornier than ever.

“I demand you to––”

“They’re just kids, honey. Let them have some fun. Halloween is in a week.” Ayanna’s mother, Olivia Wilson, steps up to her husband hugging him close to her. She flinches when he looks at her, but she covers it up with a soft smile as she turns her attention back to her daughter.

“Go. Have fun. Just don’t come home too late. And in the meantime, let this party continue.” People cheer, happy this so-called standoff is over, and they can continue to celebrate.

“Mom.”

“Go, Ayanna,” Olivia persists.

Worry coats Ayanna’s features before it turns to fury at her father. Taking in a deep breath with clenched fists she turns around and marches her way outside.

I follow her through the house watching as her firm ass begs for my hands. Fuck me. I feel as horny as a thirteen-year-old boy in bible camp.

“Your father has a way of running his mouth. Tell me was it the first time you heard him speak to my uncle?” I approach closer to where she stands right next to my car, her chest moves rapidly as she tries to calm down.

I would’ve teased her about controlling her violent urges if it weren’t for the shaking of her hands.

“Hey, look at me.” I tug her by her forearm to face me. One arm wrapped around her waist as my other hand takes a hold of her black strands and yank her head back to look me in the eye.

“Why are you afraid of your dad?” Something dark passes through me as I try to come up with the right answer.

Her breathing comes out uneven, her gaze drifting down to my lips, and it takes everything in me not to bite down on those luscious lips and make them bleed just to suck them clean.

Ayanna shakes her head. “No. I just had this vision thing of this dark... I’m not afraid of my dad.” She wanders off, his thoughts lost, I stare into those brown eyes trying to see through them and all her hidden secrets.

“Then why did you react that way when your mom approached you both?” I demand to know.

“It’s none of your business,” she bites out, turning around to open the door to my car, but I tug her back to me not giving her the chance to protest.

“Tell me.” I tug harder bending her head back.

“Fuck. Off.”

I lose control.

I lose my ability to think.

My lips crash with hers filled with anger and lust. A lust so vicious it consumes my body wanting her and only her.

A gasp leaves her lips as she stumbles back, hitting the hood of my car. I devour her never once letting go. My tall frame overpowering hers. I tug her hair harder as my other hand roams up and down her body loving the feel of her.

Missing her.

Heat burns around us as Ayanna finally starts to kiss me back, just as violently. Teeth clash, tongue, moans. Something possessive takes over.

I want it all.

I want her body. I want her in my bed, in my arms, and her screams of pleasure.

Now until the day I fucking die.