Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“Uh… huh?” Her cheeks deepen in color. “Isn’t there just… well you know.”
I smile. Her innocence draws me in like a moth to the flame and fuck does she make me want to burn.
“I’m going to fuck you there, sweetheart, but I’m also going to fuck your ass.” I pause as I watch her entire body shiver. Her eyes almost glaze over. She likes it. If her body’s reaction is anything to go by, she loves it. Fucking-A. “I’m also going to fuck these,” I nearly groan, moving my hand up and cupping one of her tits that definitely overfills my hand. “These are perfect to wrap around my cock, choking it until I come over you and that pretty face of yours.”
“Oh my God,” she whimpers her body moving from a shiver to a tremble.
“You’d let me do that wouldn’t you, Ena. You’d beg me to paint your body with my cum because you want to make Daddy happy.”
I see my words hit her. Helena knows what I’m saying and realizes I’ve let her see a side of me that I don’t share. She may be young, but she’s here with me and if the look on her face and the way her body is trembling is any indication… she likes it.
“Daddy…”
My eyes close. It has been so fucking long. I wasn’t lying. I have been waiting for her, even if I made it appear I wasn’t. She asked me to hold off and I did, but I also walked a tightrope to protect her from my father. Hearing her whisper, the one word that I’ve wanted from her lips since standing on the other side of my sister’s door and listening to her needing me, undoes me.
My control fucking crumbles.
“Tell me you’re going to give that to me,” I order.
“I will,” she confirms, setting my fucking soul free. For the promise of this, I will bleed, fight, lie, cheat, and steal. I will run myself down in the fucking ground, knowing that when I come out of this and my father is six feet under the ground, Helena is mine.
“I’m going to use your mouth, too—be the first man to push your head down and make you swallow my cock down, sweet Ena.”
“Oh…” she breathes, her hips rocking against the mattress, pushing out towards me. “I’m going to be the first to kiss your lips, thrust my tongue into…” I stop talking because for the first time since I let my control slip, Helena is avoiding my eyes. Something hideously evil unfurls inside of me. “Look at me.” She continues to look down. “Look at me, Ena,” I command. Slowly her face comes up to look at me, nibbling on her lip, with a face full of trepidation.
Motherfucker.
“Have you let another man have your mouth, Ena?” When she still doesn’t answer, I bring my hand to her chin, and I force her to keep eye contact. “Did you suck another man’s cock? Did you give him the pleasure that belongs to only me?”
“No,” she cries panicked.
I breathe easier. There were two options. She’s shit at hiding her thoughts, so I know she either gave some fucker a blow job or let him kiss her. Both options fill me with rage, but I can live with the kiss. I will probably hunt the bastard down and kill him, but I can punish her and move on. If she had taken another man’s cock? I don’t think either of us are prepared for how that would play out.
“Kissed,” I spit the word out.
Her tongue darts out and the tip moistens her lips. That tongue has been in another man’s mouth—a mouth it shouldn’t have been in because she belongs to me.
“It’s not what you’re thinking.” She stumbles over her words, rushing to reassure me. I hate to tell her, nothing she can say will make this an easy fix. Helena doesn’t understand me yet. She’s about to get a crash course.
“I’m thinking you let another man stick his tongue in your mouth and now I need to know who he is so I can teach him that touching what belongs to me is bad for his health.”
“Uh, what?” she squeaks.
“What’s his name?”
“Who?” she responds.
“The man you let kiss you,” I growl, my patience wearing thin.
“The only boy I ever kissed was my brother’s best friend.”
“I’ll find him—”
“Why? You’re being crazy. I was five and he was seven.”
I frown. “That’s what you’re feeling guilty about?”
“I never said I felt guilty.”
“No, but your body language did. You would suck at poker, Helena.”
“It’s not what you think,” she began again.
“That’s what you said, but I’m still waiting for you to explain.”
She lets out a soft sigh. My hand moves along the side of her neck and I rub my fingers against her pulse point.