Ray's POV — Washroom Distraction
She excuses herself like a fucking princess.
"Freshen up, Daddy," she says, all sugar and poise, napkin folded neatly on the table.
I watch her hips sway under that prim white dress as she walks away.
So good. So perfect.
And I know exactly how she tastes when that mouth is moaning filth.
She's two steps past the kitchen corridor when I stand up.
No one at this overpriced lunch spot notices—I'm Ray Maddox, I can do whatever the fuck I want.
The hallway to the washrooms is all marble and gold fixtures.
I wait till I hear the restroom door click shut before following.
One knock. No answer.
I slide in and lock it behind me.
She's standing at the sink, hand frozen on a tube of lip gloss. Her eyes find mine in the mirror.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she snaps, but her voice is already shaky.
"I texted you seven times, princess. Don't act surprised."
Her lips part, ready to curse me out—so I grab her face and kiss her instead.
Open-mouthed. Unforgiving.
Her back hits the sink. She gasps into my mouth.
"You're insane," she hisses.
"And you're wet."
My hand finds her thigh, slides up the slit in that pure white dress.
She jerks—but not away.
"You wore this," I mutter, dragging my lips down her neck. "After last night? After I left marks on you?"
She shudders when my mouth finds the bruise she missed covering.
"You look like a virgin sacrifice," I whisper. "Too bad you're anything but."
She grips the edge of the sink, knuckles white. Her legs shake as I press against her.
I should take her right here.
Against the mirror.
On her knees in that stupid little white dress.
But I don't.
Instead, I press two fingers under her chin, making her meet my eyes in the mirror.
"You don't belong to Daddy anymore," I say softly. "You know that, right?"
She trembles. Doesn't respond.
That's all the answer I need.
I smirk. Step back.
Fix my cuffs. Unlock the door.
As I leave, I hear her shaky exhale behind me.
Let her walk back out with swollen lips and shaking legs.
Let her daddy wonder why she can't finish her food.
I already had my dessert.