Chapter 18

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Viper

I'm at Satin Dreams when I see my daughter walk into the club. Allegra doesn't belong here, and when she sees me, her face goes white.

"Allegra," I growl.

"What do you want?" she hisses, and the anger in her eyes is too much.

"I don't want you here. I told you that. Now, go home," I say.

"Fuck you," Allegra spits, and the second her eyes fall on Jaxon, I see the pain in her eyes.

"What the fuck did you just say?" I growl.

"You heard me," Allegra hisses, and before I know what's happening, Jaxon's standing beside her.

"This isn't a good idea, man. Get her out of here," Jaxon says.

"Allegra, you're not allowed at the club," I say.

"Who are you kidding? This isn't even a club. It's a strip joint," she hisses.

"What are you doing here?" I hiss, and the anger in my chest is too much to handle. "Get out. Now."

"No," she cries, and when her eyes fill with tears, I almost break.

"Allegra, come with me. Please," I beg, and the moment her eyes meet mine, my heart shatters.

"Why? So, you can lock me up? Take away my freedom? Like always?" Allegra cries.

"That's not fair, and you know it," I hiss.

"You're not my father. You're not anything. To me, anyway," Allegra cries.

"That's not true," I growl.

"Isn't it? Look, if you're not going to let me be, then, I'll go," she cries, and the pain in her eyes is almost too much to handle. "Jaxon, are you coming? We have things to do."

"What?" I hiss, and the fear in her eyes makes my blood boil.

"Allegra, go home," Jaxon says, and the way he's looking at her is making me sick.

"No. I'm not going home. I don't have one. Not anymore. It's gone. All of it," she cries.

"Stop being so dramatic," I hiss.

"And, you. Don't talk to me. Don't ever talk to me. I hate you. You ruined my life," Allegra hisses, and before anyone can say another word, she's gone.

"What the fuck was that?" I hiss, turning to Jaxon. "I'm sorry, man. She's been like this for weeks. And, now, she's taken off."

"She'll come back," Jaxon shrugs.

"Will she? She's eighteen. What's stopping her from running away?" I hiss, and the realization that my daughter is gone hits. "Jesus Christ. She's never coming back. Is she?"

"If she does, we'll let you know," Jaxon says.

"She doesn't want me. And, after the way I've treated her, who could blame her?" I mutter, running my hands through my hair. "Fuck. I'm no good for her."

"You're her father. Of course, she does. But, she needs some time. Listen, talk to her. She'll come around," Jaxon says, patting me on the back. "I'll keep an eye out. If I see her, I'll let you know."

"Okay," I sigh.

"It's going to be okay," Jaxon nods.

"Is it? Nothing's ever been right since the day she was born. Every single thing I've done, it's all been wrong," I sigh.

"Go home," Jaxon says, pushing me away from the club. "I'll take care of things."

I nod, and the weight of the world is on my shoulders. I walk to the bar first, spotting Rosa working.

"Hey, Rosa. Have you seen Iris tonight?" I ask.

"Not yet. Why?"

"I wanted to talk to her," I say.

"Well, good luck. I haven't seen her all night," Rosa says, and the look in her eyes makes my skin crawl.

"Rosa. What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing. Look, go talk to your daughter. She's coming around too much lately. The girls are worried about her," Rosa says, and when her eyes meet mine, her expression darkens.

"Allegra won't be a problem," I mutter, and the words make my stomach turn.

"Good. Then, you have no reason to be here. I have work," Rosa says, and without a second thought, I'm outside.

I can't face Iris tonight.

Not like this.

Not with the guilt.

Not when the shame is almost too much to handle.

The second I'm behind the wheel, I pull out my phone, and before I can think, I'm dialing.

"Dad. Hey," Allegra says, and the sound of her voice breaks my heart.

"Hey. Can we talk?"

"What is there to talk about?"

"Us. Everything. Where are you? Come home," I beg.

"It's not home, not anymore. It's a prison," Allegra hisses, and before she can say another word, the call goes dead.

"Fuck," I hiss, tossing my phone onto the seat. I try calling her again, but the call goes to voicemail, and after the fourth try, I know it's hopeless. The house is silent when I walk inside, and the emptiness is almost too much to bear.

As I'm standing by the window, a text comes through, and the second I read the message, the breath leaves my lungs.

Allegra: Bring your daughter to work day was fun.

I type out a reply, my hands shaking.

Where are you?

Allegra: None of your business.

I groan, the pain in my gut making me feel like I'm going to be sick.

Please, come home. Let's talk.

Allegra: No.

I sigh, pacing the living room, trying to figure out what to say. When another text comes through, the blood rushes to my dick.

Iris: Hi, Daddy.

The moment my eyes land on the text, the blood in my veins runs cold. She must be drunk, or high, or something, because there's no way she'd send this message.

Viper: What the fuck?

Iris: I'm lonely. I need you.

Viper: Iris, don't.

Iris: Daddy, please.

I'm alone, and the need to feel someone against me is almost too much to handle. The phone rings, and when I answer, the sound of Iris's voice makes my heart skip a beat.

"Iris. What's going on? Where are you?"

"Come get me. Now," my girl purrs.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the house," Iris says.

"I'm on my way," I say, and the moment the call ends, I'm in the car. The house is empty when I get there, and I'm about to call her when the backdoor opens. Iris is standing there, the light from the moon shining behind her.

"Hey," she says, her voice breaking.

"Iris, are you okay?"

"No," she cries, and before another word is spoken, she's running toward me. When her arms wrap around my neck, the guilt in my chest makes it hard to breathe. "Allegra's seeing Jaxon in secret."

"Iris. Baby," I say, pulling her closer.

"No, Viper. Listen. They're dating. Like, together. He's with her. She's with him," Iris cries.

"She's eighteen, baby. What can I do?" I ask.

"Fix this. Stop them," Iris hisses.

"It's not up to me," I sigh, and the feeling in the pit of my stomach is making me feel sick.

"Please," Iris begs.

"I'll try, but I can't promise anything," I say.

"Thank you," Iris whispers, and the pain in her eyes is almost too much. "Are you busy tonight?"

"No," I say, and when her eyes meet mine, my dick starts to pulse.

"Good," she nods.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask.

"Let's go inside. I'll show you," Iris purrs, and before she can pull away, my mouth's on hers.

"Oh, god," she cries, and the desperation in her voice is driving me crazy. "Take me to your place. Can we? I can't sleep alone."

"Of course, baby," I say, and the second her mouth is back on mine, the need is intense.

"Let's go. Hurry," Iris says, pulling away. The drive is silent, and when we pull up to the house, Iris's hand slides onto my thigh.

"Come on. Let's go inside," Iris says, and as we're walking up the stairs, the silence is deafening.

I should tell her.

Tell her that I'm no better than I was years ago.

That I'm worse.

So much worse.

And, that she deserves more.

But, the second she's pressed against the door, the thoughts fade away.

"Kiss me," she whispers, and the need is almost too much to bear. My hand falls on her neck, and when her eyes meet mine, her legs start to shake.

"You're sure?"

"Yes," she says, her lips parting, and the moment my tongue slips inside, the passion is too much.

"I'm not sure, Viper. I don't know. This is the last time. The last time ever. We have to stop," Iris cries.

"Baby," I moan, and the sound of her voice makes my dick throb.

"I need this. Please. Just one more time," Iris whimpers.

"One more," I say, and when my mouth is back on hers, the air between us grows hot.

"Please," Iris moans, and the sound of her voice is making me crazy.

"Fuck. Come here," I hiss, and the moment she's lifted into my arms, her legs wrap around my waist. The walk to the bedroom is quick, and the second she's on the bed, I can't stop myself. "You're so fucking beautiful, Iris. So fucking perfect for Daddy."

"Daddy," Iris moans, and when my fingers find the button of her jeans, the need is almost too much.

"Lift up, baby," I hiss, tugging the jeans over her hips.

"More. Take more," she cries, and when the thong follows, her eyes go wide.

"God damn, you're gorgeous," I growl, and the need to taste her is overwhelming.

"Please. Fuck me, Daddy," she cries, and the second my mouth is between her legs, she screams. "Yes."

"Fuck," I growl, and the second my tongue slips inside her, the need is almost too much. "Your pussy tastes so sweet. So fucking good."

With Christmas right around the corner, I can't think of a better gift than having her like this. Spread open, dripping wet, her pussy pulsing on my tongue.

"Oh, Daddy," she cries, and the pleasure's evident. Her thighs tighten, her body shakes, and the orgasm is too much to bear. "Please. Give it to me."

"Fuck. Come for me, baby," I hiss, and the moment her eyes fall on mine, I slip a finger inside her, stretching her around my knuckles.

"Viper. Fuck. Daddy," she cries, and the sound is like music to my ears.

"Come," I hiss, and with the command, she explodes. "Merry fucking Christmas, baby."

"Fuck," Iris cries, and the tears in her eyes make me smile. "Oh, god."

"Baby," I hiss, and the moment her body's on top of mine, my cock starts to pulse.

"I've missed this. I've missed you," Iris says, and when her mouth's on mine, the need is so strong, it takes my breath away.

"You don't have to miss me. You're here now," I whisper, and the words hit harder than they should.

"Tonight. Tomorrow. I'll be here tonight. Not tomorrow," Iris says, and the sadness in her voice is too much as she pulls away. But I'm not letting her go anywhere.

I grab some Christmas lights from the closet, and when her eyes light up, the happiness in her face is everything.

"What are you doing? Viper," Iris giggles, and the joy is infectious.

"I'm hanging lights," I shrug, and the look on her face is making me feel alive.

"It's a little late for decorations," Iris giggles, and when her mouth's back on mine, the world's perfect.

"Not really." I drape her in the lights, tying her up in them, and the need in her eyes is enough to break me.

"Daddy," she cries, and the pleasure is too much.

"You're so perfect. So fucking beautiful," I hiss, and the desperation is unlike anything I've ever felt.

"Don't," Iris says, pulling back, and the rejection hits hard.

"What? Why?" I hiss.

"You said it's just one more night. You can't say things like that," she says.

"Okay. Okay," I sigh, and when she's pressed against the mattress, my body covers hers. "You're right. But, fuck. It's not easy."

"I know," Iris whispers.

"Come on, baby. I'm here, and you're here, and right now, that's all that matters," I hiss, and the heat between us is making me crazy.

"One more night," Iris says.

"Yes," I moan, and the second her legs are around my waist, I slide inside.

"Oh, Daddy," she cries.

"Iris," I groan, and when her mouth's back on mine, the intensity is too much.

The moment is everything. The lights turn on, burning bright against Iris's pale skin, and when her hands pull at the bulbs, the heat is unlike anything I've ever known.

"Please," Iris cries.

"Tell me. Say it," I hiss, and the moment my hand lands on her ass, she screams.

"Daddy, fuck me," Iris whimpers, and the sound of her voice is almost enough to set me off.

"Fuck. Baby. You're so fucking tight. Your pussy feels so good," I growl, and when my mouth's back on hers, the pressure is too much.

"Harder," Iris cries, and when her nails dig into my skin, the pain is exquisite.

"You want it harder? You want Daddy to fuck your sweet pussy harder, baby?" I demand. "Spread your legs wider. Daddy's gonna take what he wants."

"Daddy," Iris hisses, and when the need's almost too much, I can't stop.

"Take it, baby," I hiss, and with one more thrust, the release is so strong, the room starts to spin. "Iris. Fuck."

"Merry Christmas," she whispers, and the words are like a punch in the gut "Ouch. These lights are hot."

"Let's get you out of them," I whisper, and the second the lights are off, she's pressed against the sheets.

"I love you, Viper," Iris says, and the sound of her voice is almost too much to handle.

"Baby," I whisper, and when her arms wrap around me, the moment's perfect.

The guilt in my chest is eating away at me, and the shame is almost too much to handle.

How many times have I fucked her now?

How many times have I kissed her...

Touched her.

Been inside her.

How many times have I told her she's perfect?

I'm such a bastard.