To Awaken a Monster (In the Arms of Monsters 1) - Page 21

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Several of the men walked away, and she watched Bishop stare at his cupcake, close his eyes, and blow out the candle.

He opened his eyes and groaned. “My wish didn’t come true.”

“How come? You’ve only just made it. You can’t expect it to come true immediately. Wishes take a lot of time.”

“I wanted you naked and offering yourself up to me.”

She saw a couple of the guys were laughing.

“Bishop, seriously, stop it.”

“What? It’s what I wanted.” He took her hand and started to kiss her knuckles, leading up her arm. “Wouldn’t you like to give yourself to me? I’d be your first and only.”

She pulled her arm from his. “Try the cupcake.”

Bishop sighed. He took a bite out of the cupcake. “It’s wonderful. You know it is. You’re an amazing baker.”

She smiled, but she knew she’d upset him.

“The boy doesn’t want your fucking cupcakes, Robin.”

She tensed up as her mother stood beside her. Rebecca gripped her shoulder tightly, and she tried not to wince at the sudden pain. There would certainly be a bruise tomorrow just from the grip.

“Men want one thing. He wants you to sleep with him. To spread your thighs for his dick.”

“That’s enough, Rebecca,” Bear said.

Now this was becoming even more humiliating.

Bishop took her hand and ran his thumb across her knuckles. In his own way he was trying to offer her comfort rather than accepting the fact he’d caused this disagreement. She wasn’t angry at him though. It would be pointless to be angry at him, especially as he wouldn’t understand what he’d done.

“What? You think anyone here thinks I’m lying? You’re all willing men. You tell me what it is you want? A wet pussy or a nice cupcake? I mean seriously. She is your daughter. She needs to know what she’ll be good for. That’s what women are good for here, right? Fucking, not thinking.”

“Why would it even bother you?” Bear asked. “You were only good for one thing, and you’ve proven that. Get your fucking hands off my daughter.”

Robin tensed up, flinching as her mother removed her hand. She hated this. Glancing up, she saw people were watching them. Bishop hadn’t let go of her hand. She didn’t want him to either.

“She’s my daughter as well. I know you wish she wasn’t, but you can’t fucking change genetics, can you? We all share it, and she’s mine just as much as she is yours.”

“Robin is nothing like you and never will be.”

“She certainly won’t be like you, fucking all the whores in this place.” Rebecca turned around. “Come on. Which one of you nasty sluts have had a chance at my man? I hope your dick falls off from all the holes you’ve stuck it in.”

Bishop got to his feet, and while her parents were distracted, they escaped inside, going to his room. She had her own, but Bishop went straight to his.

“I figured you wanted to get out of there,” he said.

“You’re right.”

The window was open, and she could still hear them fighting.

“Why would I want your pussy? It’s been with half the men in town.”

“They really know how to make a party.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not. This party wasn’t really for me, and besides, it’s only four o’clock, plenty of time for the real party to begin.”

“They’ll fight like this,” Robin said, closing the window. “Then they’ll get angry drunk, and then end up in bed together.”

“It’s the way of your parents, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Don’t you get tired of their childish behavior?” she asked. “All of it?”

“I don’t see it all that often, babe. Come here.”

He sat on the bed, and he had his bed eyes.

Going to the bed, she lay down beside him. He pushed some of her hair off her face, and she smiled up at him. “How does it feel to be eighteen years old?”

“No different,” he said. “I’m legally allowed to do shit I’ve been doing for a long time.”

He tilted her head back and kissed her lips. “Have I told you how pretty you look?”

“Not today.”

“You’re very pretty, Robin.” He pressed a kiss to her lips.

She closed her eyes and kissed him back.

At first, it was a sweet kiss. He took his time, loving her mouth, and she closed her eyes, enjoying him. All too soon, the hand cupping her cheek started to move down, grazing over her breast. He cupped the flesh, giving it a squeeze.

Don’t worry about it.

It’s Bishop.

The hand didn’t stay on her breast for long.

He moved down, cupping her between the thighs.

She pulled away, breaking from the kiss, and sitting up.

“For fuck’s sake,” he said. “It’s my birthday.”

“I know it’s your birthday, but I’m not ready.”

“What are you waiting for? You know there is never going to be a magical time to lose your virginity, and men, we don’t like being teased.” Bishop collapsed to the bed. “There are plenty of chicks who want me.”

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