Mistake Me Again, Daddy! 5 (17)

~Sadie

Garret stared down at me, his chest heaving under his white dress shirt, his large hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. For a long, dangerous second, the heavy silence in the room stretched so taut it felt like it would snap.

"Get out," he spat, his voice dropping into a low, lethal whisper that sent a cold shiver straight down my spine. "Put your clothes on and get the fuck out of my house before I lead you on your way out of this world."

I didn't flinch. I sat there on the edge of his bed, naked and completely unbothered, letting my eyes slowly trail down his broad, hardened frame.

"I'm going," I said softly, standing up with unhurried grace. "But don't act like this is over, Garret. You can yell all you want, but you know as well as I do that you'll be thinking about last night every single time you look at me."

I reached down, picking up my torn crimson dress and my shredded lace panties from the hardwood floor.

I didn't bother trying to put them on, they were completely ruined anyway. Instead, I grabbed the plush white bath towel, wrapped it securely around my body, and collected the thick stack of hundred dollar bills he had left on the mattress.

He didn't say another word. He stood frozen near the foot of the bed, his dark eyes locked on me with a mixture of burning fury and something far more dangerous, a lingering, dark hunger he couldn't completely hide.

I gave him one last, slow smirk, turned on my heel, and walked straight out of his master suite, my bare feet making soft, quiet sounds against the floor.

By the time I drove my dad's car back to my family's house, my whole body was thrumming with adrenaline.

My lip still stung where he had bitten it, and my inner thighs were wonderfully sore, but my mind was completely consumed by him.

I took a long, boiling hot shower, watching the water run off my skin, but closing my eyes only brought back the memory of his heavy hands, his deep growls, and the sheer, overwhelming size of him inside me.

I laid in my bed that afternoon, my hand slipping down between my legs as his dark, commanding voice echoed in my head. I stroked myself to a breathless, shaking orgasm right there in the quiet of my bedroom, whispering his name into my pillow.

Garret.

I was completely addicted. One night wasn't enough. I needed him to break his control again, and I already knew exactly how I was going to make it happen.

The very next morning, I texted Avery to check up on her. She replied that she was back from the clinic, feeling much better, and needed help going through our university study guides.

It was the perfect excuse.

I picked out a short, soft floral sundress, one that didn't require a bra and drove straight over to the estate. When I arrived, the guards let me right in, assuming I was just visiting Avery like I always did.

"Hey, Avery!" I called out, walking into her room with a bright, innocent smile, holding our study binders in my arm.

"Sadie! Thank God you're here," Avery sighed, sprawling out on her bed surrounded by textbook notes. "My head is still spinning from all these formulas."

We spent the next two hours going over the material, but my mind was miles away, listening for any sign of movement down the hallway.

Finally, around noon, I stood up, stretching my arms above my head and letting my sundress ride up dangerously high on my thighs.

"I need to use the bathroom, Avery," I said casually. "And I think I accidentally spilled a little coffee on my dress earlier... mind if I take a quick shower in your bathroom?"

"Sure, go ahead," Avery replied without looking up from her notes. "There are clean towels in the cabinet."

I walked out of her bedroom, but I didn't turn toward her private bathroom.

Instead, I tiptoed down the long, carpeted corridor straight toward Garret's master suite.

I knew he was working from his home office inside the room today, I had seen his sleek black Mercedes parked in the driveway when I arrived.

I gently pushed his master bedroom door open. It was empty, but the door leading into his master bathroom was slightly ajar, steam billowing out from under the frame.

I slipped inside, closing the bedroom door quietly behind me. I stripped off my floral sundress, dropping it right onto the floor, leaving myself completely bare.

I turned on the shower head, letting the water run for a few minutes to make it convincing, wetting my hair and skin under the warm spray so I glistened from head to toe.

Then, hearing heavy footsteps approaching the master bedroom from his attached study, I turned off the tap, stepped out of the frosted glass enclosure, and deliberately walked right out of his bathroom, stark naked, water droplets trailing down my heavy breasts and thighs straight into Garret's path.

Garret stopped dead in his tracks, a stack of financial documents slipping right out of his hand and scattering across the hardwood floor.

His dark eyes widened in absolute shock before flashing with instant, molten fire as they swept over every inch of my wet, exposed body.

"I... oh," I purred softly, putting on a sweet, innocent, startled expression as I stopped right in front of him. "I thought this was Avery's room... I must have missed the door."

Garret took a heavy, imposing step toward me, his chest heaving under his dark suit vest, his jaw tightly set as his gaze dropped down to my wet, pink nipples and the slick curve of my hips.

"Missed the room?" Garret growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through the quiet room. "The same fucking room we fucked in yesterday?”

"I... I got confused, Garret," I murmured, my voice dripping with deliberate innocence as I took a tiny step closer, letting a droplet of warm water slide slowly down the slope of my bare breast.

"The hallways look so similar..."

"Don't lie to me, Sadie," Garret growled, his voice thick and rough. He took another step forward, closing the distance until I could feel the intense, overwhelming heat radiating off his broad chest.

He didn't look away. His dark, storm filled eyes devoured every inch of my glistening, naked skin, from my wet hair clinging to my shoulders down to my bare hips and thighs.

The rigid, cold restraint he was trying so hard to maintain was cracking right in front of my eyes.

"You did this on purpose," he rasped out, his large hands clenching into tight fists at his sides as if fighting every primal instinct in his body. "You walked in here naked on purpose."

"Maybe I did," I whispered, lifting my head up, my wet lips parting slightly as I locked eyes with him. "Because I can't stop thinking about what you did to me in that bed. I know you can't stop thinking about it either."

A low, dangerous sound rumbled from deep within his chest.

His jaw went completely rigid, his eyes darkening into pure, dangerous fury as he violently pushed me away.

I stumbled back against the vanity, my bare heels slipping slightly on the wet floor tiles.

"Get your clothes on and get the fuck out of my house," he snarled, his voice dropping into a lethal, quiet warning. "Now, Sadie."

Instead of reaching for a towel, I let a slow, wicked smile spread across my face. "If you won't do it, Garret... then I will," I whispered softly.

I leaned back against the edge of the marble counter, lifting one leg slightly and sliding two fingers straight down between my soaking thighs.

I began fingering myself right in front of him, my eyes locked directly on his as a quiet, breathless moan escaped my red lips.

"Fuck!" Garret cursed, turning his head away as his fists clenched so hard his knuckles turned white. "Stop it! Get the fuck out!"

"Make me," I taunted, my fingers moving faster, the wet slick sound echoing in the quiet bathroom. "Throw me out then! You're a ruthless man, aren't you? Prove it."

In a split second, Garret snapped.

He crossed the space between us in one massive stride, his large hand shooting out and clamping tightly around my neck.

He slammed my back hard against the tiled wall, shutting down my air as his dark, terrifying glare locked onto mine from inches away.

The force of his grip made my eyes widen, a wave of intense, dangerous heat shooting straight down to my core.

"Do you realize my daughter, your best friend is downstairs right now while we talk?!" he growled into my face, his chest heaving under his suit vest.

I gripped his wrist with my trembling hands, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps under his tight hold, but I didn't back down.

"Fuck me, Garret..." I whispered, my voice a ragged, desperate plea right against his lips. "Fuck me... I'm begging you.”