My Dad's Bestfriend novel Chapter 154

Jacob.

In my mind, I counted to three. Slowly, I took control of my rage, my pent-up frustration, and my sexual desires that were teetering on the edge as I watched her, all riled up. Even in her anger and drunkenness, she looked beautiful.

But beauty didn't excuse her misbehavior.

She thought she could do whatever she wanted—she needed to think again.

"Don't blame me later. You fucking asked for it." Without a shred of doubt, I leaned down, slid my hands around the back of her knees, and hoisted her over my shoulder. Her perfectly round butt was so close to my face—I almost had the urge to bite it, but then again, we were in front of her friends.

God! I couldn't even describe my emotions—I was mad, pissed, and, above all, I was incredibly horny. She turned me on as much as she made me angry.

"What the fuck!" she yelled, throwing her tiny fists against my back—they felt like raindrops against my skin. "Let me go, you fucking asshole!" I ignored her and flashed a smile towards her friends, who watched the scene with utter bewilderment.

"Bye, guys. Drive home safely."

With that, I turned around and walked into the house with Evelyn.

"You have no fucking right to tell me what to do, you lying, despicable piece of shit!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, but her words were weak—she was too drunk to form proper sentences, and I still wondered how she had managed to spit those words out moments ago—maybe for a moment, her anger had overpowered the drunken haze.

"Let me go! Jerkface!"

"Mind you, you've sat on this face more than once."

I felt her freeze for a split second, but then she was back at it. "Let me fucking down, you bastard!"

"I'm not a bastard. Your dad might be."

I stepped into her room and dropped her onto her bed. Her silky smooth hair fell out of its messy bun, sprawling all over her face. She hurriedly pushed it back, emitting a huff before her expression suddenly changed. It seemed like it took her a few moments to register my words, and then anger flashed across her face. "You fucking—"

She stood up on the bed and charged at me with her fists, but I grabbed her wrists, pressing her down onto the bed, trapping her beneath me. Our faces were inches apart. "If I were you, first of all, drunk as a skunk; second of all, having pissed me off by letting that boy-toy get near you; third of all, disrespecting me in front of those kids who don't give a damn about the world and drink like there's no tomorrow; and lastly, daring to run that fragile mouth I've fucked so many times—I would mind my words," I spoke against her lips, noticing how her breathing quickened and how she shivered beneath me. "You and I both know, if I want to fuck you now, there's nothing you'd say or do to stop me. You've always been on the edge when drunk, haven't you?"

I locked her wrists with one hand and let the other travel down her side, stopping at her waist. She was still in that bikini with just a shirt over her beautiful body. I could easily strip her and fuck her until she dropped her stubbornness and started acting right. Maybe she wouldn't forgive me, but at least she'd stay away from those young boys looking for a fresh piece of pussy and nothing else.

"Get off of me," she breathed out after a few moments of silence, avoiding my gaze by looking to the side. I realized she was probably wet by now, and I was tempted to slip my hand inside her panties, but I held myself back.