Free Having Her: Lies We Tell, Book 2 by Jackie Ashenden

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    Jesus Christ. She’d just lost her virginity to Vincent Fox.
    And she’d loved every second of it.

Chapter Five
    Vin came out of the family meeting with the psychiatrist so angry he could barely speak. Despite the guy’s assurances, despite what they’d agreed on earlier, he’d been informed they were going to have to release Lillian. She wasn’t able to stay in hospital because technically she was better and the bed was needed.
    Technically . Such a ridiculous term.
    Lillian had schizophrenia. She wasn’t ever going to get better. And once again it meant he was going to have to scour her belongings for knives. Once again he was going to have to make sure the police were notified. Once again he was going to have to visit Lillian every day to make sure she took her meds and she was okay.
    And once again the fear for Ellie’s safety would lodge itself in his gut like a piece of barbed wire.
    Jesus, he wasn’t ever going to get a fucking break, was he?
    Vin got into the Corvette in the hospital car-park and slammed the door. Then he leaned back in the seat, his head against the expensive leather, and shut his eyes for a second, trying to get his anger under control so he could at least drive without wanting to run someone over.
    Ellie would be gone in three weeks. Then he could finally let out the breath he’d been holding for the last fifteen years. The one he’d taken the day his father had at last washed his hands of his wife’s mental illness and walked away, leaving his son to pick up the pieces.
    Just three weeks. Okay, so no, Lillian being released now wasn’t ideal but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. He’d already pushed as much as he’d been able to and that had done nothing but get the doc as pissed with Vin as Vin had been pissed with him. So he’d just have to deal with the situation as it was. He’d managed this long—another three weeks wasn’t going to make much difference, was it?
    From out of nowhere came a memory he’d been very carefully ignoring for the past two days.
    Kara. Naked, apart from her slave chain. Sitting in his lap with her head thrown back. Her beautiful curvy body all flushed and pink. The heat of her as he moved inside her. The intense, incredible pleasure…
    Christ, why was he thinking about that? Now? Because he didn’t want to, no, he didn’t. Had been actively trying to forget about it in fact.
    “Fuck,” he whispered into the silence, his body tightening as the memory got a grip on him and refused to let go.
    Vin opened his eyes, reaching for the key in the ignition, hoping the sight of the hospital car-park was enough reality to banish the memory. He couldn’t think about it. He couldn’t afford to. There was other stuff he had to do. Important stuff. Besides, it was just sex, nothing more.
    But images of her, the memories of how good it had been swamped him. So good it had shocked him. Better than anything he’d ever had. So much better than the reality of Lillian’s imminent release.
    He sat there, mouth dry, cock hard, reliving them. The moment she’d opened her coat in the pool bar to reveal her costume, and he’d made the decision then and there that if she wanted to lose her virginity, she was bloody going to lose it to him. Then in her apartment, seeing her nervousness, her fear. Wanting to make it okay for her, help her out by taking charge of the situation. Making the decisions so she didn’t have to.
    Except it had gotten out of hand and words had come spilling out of him. Orders. Demands. He’d never treated a woman like that in his whole goddamned life. Never thought that ordering her around, telling her what to do, and having her obey him would be so good. So fucking good. He hadn’t been able to stop himself. Because he’d never had anything in his life that was just for him before. For his pleasure alone.
    The last fifteen years had been about putting other people first. Ellie. His mother. His business. He’d done