Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Get your head and thoughts away from her ass.
She’s fucking eighteen.
Not yours to touch.
Not yours to do anything with.
Just ignore it.
Not yours at all!
Getting to his feet, he made his way into his office. Pouring himself a good shot of strong whiskey, he took a generous sip as he stared out of his office window that overlooked his gardens.
When he’d come to this ranch so many years ago, it had been derelict. No cattle remained, and the house was in disarray and decay due to years of neglect. He’d taken it from nothing and made it something. This was what he’d done.
This home was his entire life.
It gave him a sanctuary away from that world that had sucked him in and spat him out when he no longer looked the part.
Mavis going to boarding school wouldn’t have been Ryan’s fault. Her mother wouldn’t have liked her. He remembered that gold-digging bitch from their high school days. There had been many times he’d wanted to throttle the whore, but he wasn’t going to get that chance. At least he could give Mavis a good life away from all that bullshit.
That was what he was going to do.
****
Mavis flicked over the page in the book that she wasn’t reading. Another week of silent dinners had gone by. She liked that he wanted to talk to her.
Most of the time his questions didn’t really require much in the way of talking. Besides, she loved hearing him speak. He had one of those soothing voices that always calmed her.
Still, three weeks had gone by, and she wondered if the school had been back in touch. She’d not done any of her work. When she was on the internet, she either watched videos of cute dogs or cats, or porn.
It was nice not having a restriction anymore.
She could watch as much dirty fucking as she wanted to.
Maybe she needed to see a therapist.
Not because of her parents dying on her or the fact she still hadn’t cried or even cared. It wasn’t like she saw them all that much in the past few years. No, it was the fascination of watching a cock slide into a pussy.
The porn wasn’t even that good. The women were always moaning and grunting, yet they were always bone dry.
How could that even be enjoyable?
It wasn’t the sex at times, it was the aftermath. Cleaning up the white cum that had either been shoved into her mouth, pussy, or ass. Mavis didn’t even know why she was fascinated by it.
Still, at times, she found it boring.
Then of course, all it would take to get her all excited was to think of her new guardian. The man supposed to take care of her. She wondered what he’d think if he knew at night, she’d touch herself, thinking about him. How she’d slide her finger between her slit, feeling how wet she was, imagining his fingers or tongue dancing across her skin.
She’d stopped wearing a nightshirt, opting to go to bed naked so that she could spread her legs and touch herself.
“Mavis!”
Her name echoed through the house, and she put the book down.
Luca didn’t sound happy. In fact, he sounded really fucking furious with her.
Leaving the library, she made her way to the top of the stairs as he yelled her name again. Staring down at him where he stood at the bottom of the stairs, his face red, she liked seeing him like this.
The anger.
The annoyance.
Even a flash of disappointment.
“I’m here,” she said.
He turned toward the stairs and started up toward her.
Her heart sped up, and her pulse jumped. She felt an answering tingle between her thighs as he came closer.
“Do you want to fucking explain to me why you’ve been telling me one thing and doing another?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t play coy with me, Mavis. You’ve not done a single piece of schoolwork. In fact, the school hasn’t heard from you. They’ve been showing you some consideration since your parents died, but they’re growing tired of this fucking bullshit.”
She couldn’t help but wince.
She didn’t care what the school had been showing her. It was how angry Luca sounded and her body’s response to it.
Just another thing to add to the long list of problems as to why she felt weird. Why she always felt so distant from everything.
“You’ve got nothing to say?”
“No.”
“No? That’s it? Why have you lied to me?”
“I didn’t want to do it, and it’s not like you are around anyway to watch me. I’ve done all the crap they want me to do. I’m bored of it.”
“So because you’re bored that’s it? You’re just going to quit?”
“Do you really care?” she asked.
“This is your education.”
“So?”
“So. You’re not going to do anything to make your parents proud of you? To accomplish anything?”
“They didn’t give a shit about me when they were alive. Why should I care about what they think now that they’re fucking dead?”