All Chapters of Dirty Seduction: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

NICKTHE GIRL JOLTS to life as I grip her arm, big blue eyes staring up at mine, lashes dripping. Her mouth is open, just a little. Her breath is misty.She’s young.She’s pretty.And she’s scared. Really fucking scared.Footsteps pound the ground to my right, and I see him, the piece of shit waster.The girl flinches, tugs away, but I keep a grip on her, placing myself between her fragile little body and the dickhead chasing her.He’s wasted. Buzzing with some shit. Speed probably.“Beat it,” I say. “Fuck off back to where you came from.”He shrugs. “Just hanging with little Laine, bro. Ain’t no problem here.C’mon, little girl.”Hell will freeze over before she goes anywhere with this piece of shit.I smile at the loser. “I’m not your bro. Do yourself a favor and run the fuck along before there is a fucking problem here.”He looks me up and down, and even through the rain he clocks the cut of my suit. His eyes flick to the Mercedes, to the keys still clearly in the ignition.“I woul

NICKTHE MACULINEA ARION is the largest and rarest of the blue English butterflies. Little, blue-eyed Laine reminds me of one — fragile and delicate and inviting predators, with no idea of its beauty.I collect butterflies.Not in a put-the-lotion-in-the-basket style, just because I find them both fascinating and beautiful.Unfortunately, they’re usually dead by the time I’m able to admire them now. Long gone are long summer days in the meadow, armed with a butterfly net and a spotter guide to British wildlife.Laine’s breath is a wisp, her eyes sparkling for a moment as she makes her birthday wish.I want to ask what a girl like Laine wishes for, but I don’t.“You have a beautiful house,” she says, and the color is back in her cheeks.“Thank you.”She asks me if I want to share her cake with her. I tell her it’s all for her. She giggles as she gets cream down her chin, and I smile and laugh along with her, even though it makes my dick twitch.It shouldn’t, but it does.She tells me s

NICKI tell myself I always leave the bathroom door open when I take my morning shower, that’s one of the advantages of living alone. I tell myself I’ve always preferred the shower in the main bathroom — the one on the landing that opens directly across from Jane’s door. I tell myself that Laine is asleep, that she’s probably exhausted and I’ll be long finished and dressed by the time she surfaces.I wish to God I hadn’t heard her last night. I wish I hadn’t lingered, hadn’t pressed my ear to her bedroom door to hear her exploring Jane’s toys with curious fingers. Only those toys aren’t Jane’s toys. I never got a chance to give most of those beautiful toys to my little girl.I wanted to make sure Laine went to sleep ok, that’s what I tell myself. I wanted to be sure she wasn’t still scared, wouldn’t lie awake all night fretting over the piece of shit who tried to molest her in an alleyway.My cock wasn’t hard. It didn’t take all of my restraint not to jack myself off like a cheap perv

NICKI only caught a glimpse of her. A flash of pink as she darted from the bathroom, her presence confirmed by the sound of Jane’s bedroom door closing across the landing. I don’t know how long she’d been watching, but the thought of her blue eyes staring at my nakedness through the steamy glass makes my balls tingle all over again.I remind myself that this is unacceptable. I also remind myself that this is also going to be short-lived. A dirty flash in a very dangerous pan, but one I’ll relive over and over in my fantasies when little Laine is long gone.I rap at her door and give her a few seconds before turning the handle.Her eyes are wide as I swing the door open and step inside, the bedcovers up to her chin, her pretty cheeks flushed pink. She looks guilty.Embarrassed. Gorgeous.It suits her and does nothing whatsoever to ease the temptation.“Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” I say, as though I haven’t got any inkling she’s just watched me whack one off in the shower. I cross the

NICK“ALL SET?” I ask, and then I see the defeat in Laine’s eyes.She shakes her head, buckling herself into her seat with shaky fingers.Her voice comes out so weak, barely more than a whisper.“Kelly Anne doesn’t have my things. Not any of them. She left them, in the club.”“In the club?” I pull out my phone. “What was the name of the place? I’ll call lost property.”Her dainty fingers reach out and land on my wrist, so gently. “There’s no point…” she says. “She left them on the table… with some guys… whenI was in the bathroom…”My expression must speak volumes because her eyes widen as she continues. “She was drunk. She doesn’t mean it. Kelly Anne is just…”“Kelly Anne is a selfish fool,” I say. “And you’re so much better than friends like her, Laine.”She doesn’t look like she believes me. Her eyes are sad and glassy, her cheeks pale. I put the car in gear and reversed out onto the street. “We’ll go to yours,” I say. “See what we can do.”“There may be a window open… upstairs… I