Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
None of this was making sense. As he went to pick her up, he spotted something in her hand.
He gently pried her fingers open.
“No,” she mumbled. “Don’t wanna do Christmas. Just gonna sleep.”
Finally, he pulled out the small bottle. And his insides froze.
It held sleeping pills. They were old, dated soon after her kidnapping. She’d had a lot of trouble sleeping back then.
Was she going to take these on top of all the alcohol she’d drunk? What if she’d taken too many?
She could have overdosed.
Fuck. He opened the lid. The bottle looked half full. But he had no idea how many had been in there before.
Fuck. Fuck.
Reaching for her face, he grabbed her jaw firmly. “Baby, wake up.”
“No, Daddy. Wanna sleep.”
Okay, he couldn’t let himself be distracted by her calling him Daddy. As good as it made him feel.
“I need you to wake up.”
“No.” She pouted.
Brat.
Still, relief filled him. She was responding to him. He didn’t think she’d even be semi-conscious if she’d taken any pills.
“Yes,” he replied sternly. “You need to listen to me. And do as you are told.”
“Daddy. That’s so mean. Why you got to be that guy?”
He shook his head at her antics. Such a brat. But he liked that. He liked that she still had some fire despite the hell she’d been through.
She was a fighter.
She whimpered.
“You’re fine, baby.” He brushed her hair off her face.
Seriously. He needed some sort of award for being this patient and caring. He hadn’t realized he even had this in him.
“Daddy needs to make sure you’re healthy.”
“I is. Where my milk?”
Her milk? Was she referring to her bottle of cream liqueur?
“No more milk,” he said firmly.
“Aww, Daddy. Such a meanie. I needs it.”
“What you need to do is tell me if you swallowed any of these pills.”
“Whatcha gonna give me if I tell you?”
“I can elaborate on what I will give you if you don’t tell me.”
She waved a hand in the air. “Elaborate away, Daddy.”
“You’ll be getting my finger down your throat for a start.”
“Ew. Daddy. I think you mean dick.”
“What?”
“You’ll put your dick down my throat. I don’t really like that much. Brad did. He always liked me sucking away on little Brad. And it was little. It was more like sucking on a lollipop than a popsicle if you get my meaning.”
She held up her little finger and then made it droop.
Then she giggled as though she was hilarious.
Someone. Help. Him.
“I’m not sticking my dick down your throat.”
And that just made him want to make Brad even more miserable. Perhaps it was time to clear out his bank account. The Fox charity he favored needed another boost from an arrogant, selfish prick.
“Aww, why not?”
Okay, she was making his head spin. She wanted him to fuck her throat?
To his shock, he grew hard at the thought. He’d been trained to control his need for sex. His dick never got hard without his permission.
Until now.
“Because I’m sticking my finger down it to make you puke.”
“Gross, Daddy. You got a puke kink?”
“What the hell is a puke kink?”
“You know, where you get turned on by my puke. Weird. Puke ain’t sexy.”
He knew that.
He didn’t even understand why they were talking about this.
She’s running rings around you.
That couldn’t be allowed.
“You need to puke to get these pills out of your system.”
“But I didn’t take no pills.”
“Are you sure?”
She started sniffling. “Are you calling me a liar, Daddy?”
What was going on now? Why was she near tears? He hadn’t called her a liar.
Fuck. What should he do?
How did he get her to stop?
“I didn’t call you a liar. I just need to ensure you didn’t take them, or you might get ill.”
He was ninety-nine percent certain that she was just drunk. But he still had to be sure.
“Tell me again that you didn’t take them.”
She sobbed. Tears dripped down her face. “I didn’t. I didn’t take any. I was gonna. I just wanted to sleep and forget this stupid holiday and my pathetic life. Is that so bad? To just want a break? Why can’t I catch a break? Why can’t I be normal?”
Her words stabbed at him. He wasn’t what anyone would consider normal. “Normal is overrated.”
“Yeah? Well, so is being the weird one. I can do magical pirouettes, but I have a panic attack after going to the grocery store. I’m a basket case.”
“You are not a basket case,” he told her fiercely. “Stop this.”
“I am.”
More tears. He could not deal with tears. They were . . . they were upsetting him. He didn’t allow things to unsettle him.
So, there was only one thing he could do. Command her. She couldn’t resist an order from him. Impossible.
“Stop crying.”
She just cried louder.
What the hell? That . . . that wasn’t supposed to happen.
Why wasn’t that working? He’d told her to stop! Shouldn’t she be doing as he told her to? He was the Daddy. He was in charge.