Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

Matthew

"Busy? We need to talk!"

I slump into the chair across from my father. His oak table is piled high with papers. Papers, old photos, from which he reluctantly takes his eyes off to look at me.

"Actually, Matthew, when people want to come in, they knock."

"I'm ill-mannered" I shrug my shoulders and put my feet up on the table.

I know it always pisses my father off when his things are disregarded, but I don't give a shit. He's been treating us the same way his whole life.

"I've noticed. Talk fast, I'm busy"

I cast my eyes over the pile of shriveled papers. Yeah, well, they're obviously more important.

"I move out."

Perhaps if I didn't know my own father, I'd be surprised that the news didn't even make him take his eyes off the file he was looking at. But I'm used to it.

"And where to?"

"I found an apartment downtown"

"Hmm. Well, it's about time. Not a little boy. Just keep in mind that I'm gonna control all your spending. If you think you're gonna start living on your own and get back into drugs, you're dead wrong. I'm not going to make any more excuses to my acquaintances for my son being an addict. I'm not going to lock you up this time for six months, I'll lock you up for at least a few years"

"Yes, the most important thing is what your friends will think of you" I chuckle, as I look indifferently around the few pictures that are scattered around the room.

I pick up some of them, rather to keep my hands busy, and indifferently look at the faces.

" Don't be sarcastic! You know very well that my reputation is very important to me! You'll never embarrass me again"

"Of course I won't! Neither will you be able to keep me under control, because I earn my own money"

One picture is of a father and mother. They look to be in their twenties. I bring the picture closer, peering into the almost unfamiliar faces. Mom looks really happy. She smiles and snuggles up to him. They weren't even married then. In the second one, Mom is with the two girls, looking at the camera and laughing. It breaks my heart to see her like that. I can't remember the last time she laughed. I strain my memory, trying to dig out at least the sound of her laughter, but no. I can't. I don't think she ever laughed.

"And how do you make a living for yourself?" My father's voice is saturated with sarcasm, but I've been able to ignore it for a long time.

For him, we are dust, which needs to be allocated dough.

I take the third photo, in which a large company is relaxing in nature. I find the father immediately. Mom, too. I stare indifferently at the others, when suddenly one young dude catches my eye.

He stands next to my father and puts his arm around his shoulders. I don't understand why I'm still hung up on him, but something in the man's expression keeps me going. I stare at the smile and the broad cheekbones. I squint, catching details. Strange. I change to the next photo, which shows the same dude closer. Here it's just the two of them with my father. The portrait image gives me a closer look. And I only now understand why he won't let me go. The facial features, the dark hair, the defiant gaze, the span of the eyebrows...

"Who is it? - I turn the photo back to my father"

He glances over the card, and then sets his eyes down in his papers again.

"Peter"

"Peter who?"

"Hall"

I feel a strange dissonance. I know Hall. An old acquaintance of our family. We often cross paths at events that my father drags us to. This dude is directly dependent on my father, and has been under him for years with his big firm. Except...

"Isn't Hall's name Liam?"

It doesn't escape from me how my father stops scribbling in the document for a moment. Just a second, but I notice.

"Yes, Liam. I misspoke"

At this second I can't formulate the exact thought, because the threads of communication are too tangled, but while my father does not see, I hide the last photo in my windbreaker pocket.

"You still haven't told me what you're going to live on, have you?" I hear the sound of his voice as I put the doorknob down.

" My own, Pa, my own"

***

"Why did we come here?"

Rie puts arms around my waist and cocks her head as we ride the elevator up to the top floor.

"You'll see in a minute!"

I pull the dark hair into a fist and open my mouth as if I'm going to kiss the plump lips. I haven't seen savage in half a day, and I missed her so fucking much. Reenah opens her lips, but as I get closer, I stop and hover over her mouth.

I tease, sticking out my tongue and diving it through her lipstick-untouched lips to see the fire in the darkened eyes. The savage rises on her toes to catch my mouth, but I pull away, preventing her from reaching. I love the way we play. From the way my cock rises to her response. The visibly hardening nipples that immediately protrude from beneath the thin fabric of her top and crash into my breasts.

A wave of desire rushes from within as my girl lowers her hand and squeezes my cock with force through the tight fabric of my jeans, awakening the ravenous beast inside me.

- Kiss me, now," she commands menacingly, her gaze eating away at my lips.

Instead of answering, I push her against the wall and squeeze her thin throat with my fist. She's so fucking hot! That unyielding rod inside the savage, the desire to get her way evokes a cocktail of admiration, vicious desire, and something else no one before her has ever done.

I bring two fingers to the open lips in front of her and trace a contour around them.

Her palm clenches harder on my groin, teasing me back, encouraging me to continue, and then the beastie wraps her lips around my fingers and pulls them audaciously into the mouth. Fuck*fuck. Someone borrow me some stamina, because mine is fucking cracking at the seams.