Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
She might be the daughter he never had, but I am the son he always wanted. In other words, if she was expecting him to save her from me, she was shit outta luck.
That night when I walked away from her door, I was pissed enough to slap the shit out of her, but then I decided that was too easy. I needed to teach her little ass a lesson. One that she’d never forget. Ergo the plan.
It hadn’t taken me long at all to come up with that shit. After giving it some thought, it seemed like the perfect thing to do. She’d already laid the groundwork hadn’t she? I just had to take it from there.
But in order for the plan to work, I had to have her under my complete control for an extended period of time. How the fuck was I gonna do that shit?
It was simple really, just get her out of the family home and into mine, but I had to do it in a way that our parents wouldn’t miss her or become alarmed by her absence.
Pops was very protective of her and now that she was older and a knockout to boot, he was like a fucking grandma.
So once I came up with the perfect idea, I set my plan in motion. I just had to wait for the perfect time. For the next couple of weeks she flirted and teased to her heart’s content. I never said fuck one to her again about her shit, just let it slide.
Dante
I put together my scheme very well after giving it much thought. I’d come up with something that I knew would work. All that was needed was for me to keep my cool and not give shit away, which I’m very good at usually.
But I’d grown impatient in the days leading up to me carrying that shit out because it seemed as soon as the thought took root in my head I was ready to get my dick inside her young tight pussy. It was hell waiting.
My plan was brilliant if I do say so myself. I’d remembered while in plot mode that when mom was younger, before she got married, her family had sent her off to a convent. Some tradition or other that ran in her family that I never understood.
I think the shit dated back to like the thirteenth century or some fuck. The thing is, the women in pops’ family did it too. So I knew even though she wasn’t his blood, he wouldn’t think twice.
I just dropped the word in his ear, all concerned big brother like and he fucking bought it. I offered to take care of it since I’d already done all the research on the place. And once he agreed, which was my biggest hurdle, getting him to give me the reins, I made the arrangements to have her flown out.
I even watched the parents say goodbye to her at the airport on the appointed day. The pilot had strict orders to land on my airstrip in the country, two hours away, which should take him about half the time.
I said my goodbyes because I had shit to do, and headed for my country estate while pops and his wife went back home without their little girl. The pilot knew to take a roundabout flight so that I would get there at about the same time he did. I wanted to be there to meet her.
I had emptied my country home of all staff a day earlier and made noise about taking the yacht down to the Greek Isles for some R and R. The least amount of people who knew she was here with me, the better.
I lost my detail, the one pop didn’t know I knew about, the one he’d sicced on me to keep me safe, in the city and went home. I’d pulled it off without a hitch and no one was the wiser. I was free and clear and her little ass was about to pay.
As I drove home that day my cock had stayed hard at just the thought of what laid ahead. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d looked forward to hitting some pussy that much. And the little shit had no idea what she had coming.
Imagine her surprise when the plane landed not in Sicily hours later, but just outside the city in my little private haven. She’d been here only once before, when I first bought the place, so I doubt she even recognized it.
I met her at the tarmac because I didn’t want her to be afraid, not yet. She’d looked at me in surprise when I took the little overnight bag from off her shoulder without a word.
The pilot put the rest of her shit in the trunk of my waiting car before leaving out. Leaving us alone; leaving her at my mercy.