Dick's grip loosened, and he pulled out, watching as Samantha collapsed onto the couch, completely spent. Her body trembled, her skin flushed and slick with sweat. She didn't move, barely able to breathe.
"Clean yourself up," Dick ordered, already zipping his pants. "And the house. You've got work to do."
Samantha didn't argue. She nodded weakly, too exhausted to even muster a word of protest. She scrambled off the couch, her body shaking as she gathered herself.
As she stumbled toward the mess left on the floor, Dick shot a glance at Adam, still tied to the chair, his face pale and slack with disbelief. The pathetic sight of him only fueled Dick's contempt. He walked over and freed Adam from his bounds with one swift motion.
Adam stood there for a second, his body shaking with barely contained rage. His fists clenched and before Dick could even turn, Adam swung wildly, aiming for his face.
But Dick had already anticipated it. He caught Adam's fist in midair, gripping it tightly, his expression flat, unimpressed. Without a word, he drove his knee into Adam's gut. The force was enough to send the boy crumpling forward, gasping for breath as he staggered, clutching his stomach in pain.
"Pathetic insect," Dick muttered, grabbing Adam by the hair, forcing him to look up. "Now, fuck off before I really hurt you."
Adam groaned, trying to stand, his face twisted in pain and humiliation. He shot one last, desperate glare, his eyes brimming with fury. "I'll—"
Before he could finish, Dick's foot connected with his face in a brutal kick, sending him sprawling to the floor. A sickening crunch echoed as Adam's nose broke under the impact, blood spurting onto the floor.
"You were saying?" Dick asked, his voice eerily calm, looking down at Adam's twitching body.
Adam didn't reply. He could barely move, one hand pressed to his face, trying to stem the flow of blood. His legs kicked weakly, scraping against the floor, but there was no fight left in him.
Dick stepped closer, his boot hovering over Adam's head, threatening to crush it. "If I see you again, I will kill you. Now get out of my sight."
Adam crawled away, dragging himself toward the door, his breath coming in shallow gasps. He didn't look back, didn't dare. The fear was written all over him. When he finally reached the door, he pulled himself to his feet, stumbling out without another word.
Dick walked toward Rebecca, who was still seated on the couch, her eyes glued to him as she watched everything unfold. Her breath was shallow, but there was no fear left in her gaze—only something deeper, something appreciative. He reached out, taking her hand gently.
[Reward: +10 NP for cucking Adam. +5 NP for avenging Rebecca and fucking Samantha before her.]
"Sorry you had to see all that, but—" Dick began, his voice softer now.
Before he could finish, Rebecca surged forward, pressing her lips against his in a fervent kiss. She clung to him, her hands gripping his shirt like she couldn't bear to let him go. "Thank you, Dick. Thank you," she whispered breathlessly between kisses, her voice laced with gratitude, her body trembling against him.
He pulled her closer, letting her take what she needed. When she finally broke the kiss, her eyes were glassy, filled with emotions she hadn't let herself feel in years.
"I didn't think anyone would ever stand up for me like that," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "You... you did more than just handle them. You gave me my home back."
Dick softly held her chin, his thumb brushing against her trembling lips. "Why didn't you call me?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm, eyes locked on hers.
Rebecca hesitated, her breath catching in her throat. She looked away for a moment, unable to hold his gaze, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her. "I... I didn't want to burden you. I thought I could handle it. But then..." She trailed off, her voice breaking slightly.
He tilted her chin up again, forcing her to look at him. "You should've known better," he said quietly, his tone filled with a kind of softness that only made her chest tighten. "This is what I do, Rebecca. I take care of what's mine."
Her eyes widened slightly at his words. The way he said it—mine—sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn't used to anyone claiming her, taking responsibility for her. Not like this. It felt strange, foreign, but there was a comfort in it she hadn't felt in years.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I was scared."
Dick's fingers brushed through her hair, his touch tender despite everything that had just happened. He didn't speak, but the look in his eyes said enough. He wasn't angry, just disappointed she hadn't reached out.
"Next time," he said, his voice calm, but with an unmistakable edge. "You don't wait. You don't hesitate. You come to me."
Rebecca nodded slowly, her heart racing. "I will."
Dick's hand slipped down her neck, his fingers tracing her collarbone, sending a ripple of heat through her. His touch was soft yet possessive. There was no rush in his movements, just a quiet control that made her body react without thinking. She felt her breath quicken, her chest rising and falling under his gaze.
"Good," he murmured, his thumb brushing the pulse at her throat, feeling how fast it beat for him.
He leaned in, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear, and Rebecca shuddered, her body responding to his proximity, the way he took charge of the space between them. Her fingers curled into his shirt, desperate for something solid to hold onto.
"I never want you to feel scared again," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Not while I'm here."
Rebecca's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation and relief. She nodded, unable to find the words. She didn't need to. Everything about the way she clung to him, the way her body responded to his touch, said enough.
Without warning, Dick pulled her closer, his hand slipping around her waist, holding her against him. His mouth found hers, the kiss slow but deep, each movement leaving her breathless. She melted into him, the weight of the day, the fear, the humiliation—all of it slipping away in the heat of his touch.
Rebecca's hands slid up his chest, fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with a hunger she hadn't allowed herself to feel in years. Her lips parted under his, a soft moan escaping as his tongue teased her, claiming her mouth with the ferocious intensity.
Dick pulled back, leaving her breathless, her lips still parted, yearning for more. His hand rested lightly on her waist as he whispered, "How about your husband? Doesn't he know about all this?" He was surprised the cuck was not bothered with what was going on in his house.
Rebecca flinched at the mention of her husband, her face paling slightly. She shook her head, her fingers still curled into his shirt as if afraid to let go. "He's been away... traveling for work. He's barely around," she murmured, her voice strained. "He doesn't see what happens here."
Dick raised an eyebrow, noticing the lie in her words. "So he doesn't know his daughter's been running wild, trashing the house and bringing in scum like Adam?"
Rebecca bit her lip, shaking her head again. "No. He wouldn't care anyway. It's like we're invisible to him." Her voice broke a little, the years of neglect seeping into every word. "He's too busy with his life... with his other family."
Dick's eyes narrowed at the mention of that. "Other family? Since when he have another family?"
Rebecca hesitated, her eyes flickering away from his. "I didn't tell you because I was embarrassed," she admitted quietly. "He has another family... a wife a nd a son." Her voice wavered as the weight of the truth settled in, a confession she'd been holding onto for years.
Dick's expression didn't change, but the grip on her waist tightened slightly. "So you've been living like this, under his thumb, while he plays house with someone else?"
Rebecca nodded, her breath shaky. "I thought I could handle it, you know? Keep things together for Samantha and Taylor, for the house. But it's... too much. The longer he's gone, the worse the girls get. They were spoiled rotten to begin with."
Dick hummed as he pulled her onto his lap, arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. The warmth of his touch seemed to calm her, if only slightly. "Is Taylor the same?" he asked, his voice low, almost a murmur against her ear. "I haven't seen her in years."
Rebecca sighed, resting her head against his chest, her fingers lightly tracing the fabric of his shirt. "Taylor... she's always been more distant. As wild as Samantha, but in her own way, she's just as hard to reach." Her voice softened, almost wistful. "She's smart. Too smart sometimes. But it's like she's always... disconnected, you know? Like she's watching everything from behind a wall."
Dick listened, his fingers gently brushing through her hair as she spoke. Taylor had always been a quiet presence, never as loud or demanding as her sister. But he knew better than to take that at face value. Silent were the most dangerous.
Rebecca shifted in his lap, her breath warm against his neck. "I tried to keep her close, but she slipped away as soon as she was old enough. She's off at college now, barely comes home unless it's for a holiday. I'm afraid she's... slipping through my fingers too."
Dick's hand moved to her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "You're doing more than anyone else would in your situation," he said, his voice firm but soft. "Holding this house together, dealing with Samantha's shit. It's not your fault they turned out like this. That's on him."
Rebecca's lips parted, but she didn't respond right away. Her eyes shimmered with gratitude and something deeper, something she hadn't allowed herself to feel in years. She pressed her face against his neck, her breath hitching slightly. "It feels like I've been carrying it all alone," she whispered. "Like I've been drowning, and no one even noticed."
"You're not alone anymore," Dick said, his arms tightening around her. "You've got me now. And things are going to change. I'll make sure of it."
Rebecca's breath caught in her throat, her body trembling slightly against his. She nodded against his chest, her fingers gripping his shirt a little tighter. "Thank you, Dick. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Samantha appeared at that moment, dressed in more modest but still relaxed clothes, with cleaning tools in her hand. Her eyes flicked between her mother and Dick, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Mom! What the hell?"
Rebecca sat still on Dick's lap but her cheeks flushing, but there was no guilt in her eyes. Only a quiet resignation, like she'd already given up the fight. "It's as you think, Sam," she said softly, brushing off her skirt.
Dick looked at Samantha, his gaze cold and unwavering. The intensity in his eyes made her freeze mid-step, and she instinctively lowered her gaze, retreating a step.
"Tell her, Rebecca," Dick said, his voice calm but carrying a weight that pressed down on the room. "Tell her what a good husband her father is."
Rebecca shifted uncomfortably on his lap, her face flushed, but she didn't avoid the command. She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, steadying her breath before speaking. "Your father," she began softly, her eyes flicking toward Samantha's confused expression, "has another family."
Samantha's eyes widened, the shock registering immediately. "What?" she whispered, her voice shaking with disbelief.
Rebecca sighed, the weight of years of resentment finally spilling out. "He's been with them for years, Sam. A wife. A son. He's built a life with them while we were left here to fend for ourselves." Her voice trembled slightly but grew stronger with each word. "That's why he's never around, why he doesn't care what happens to us anymore."
Samantha looked between her mother and Dick, her lips parting in confusion, then tightening with anger. "So... all this time, he's been screwing around while we—"
"While we were being forgotten," Rebecca cut in sharply. "I thought I could keep things together for you and Taylor, but it's been slipping away for years. He doesn't care, Sam. He never did."