Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
With the knowledge of who Branwen was, I wanted to study her more. See if there was anything of the girl I remembered there. I’d immediately seen it in Stevie the moment I got off the phone with Garrett. It was like blinders had been ripped off my eyes, and I wondered how the fuck I had missed it. I couldn’t not see the little girl at the stables when I looked at Stevie.
Stevie was making a plate of pretend food and taking it to her mother. I watched them as I took a drink from my glass of whiskey the attendant had brought me.
I hadn’t expected the dentist to handle it as well as he had. I wanted him out of Stevie’s life. No other man was going to act like her father. She had me.
Seeing him put his hands on Branwen and kiss her had pissed me off. It shouldn’t have, and I didn’t like that it had. Stevie was mine, not Branwen. She’d lied to me. Kept my kid from me. I should despise the sight of her. I’d kill a man for less.
If she wasn’t so fucking gorgeous, then it would be easier to hate her. The flashbacks of her tight cunt weren’t helping me either. I wasn’t sure how much of it was real and how much of it was just from the dreams I’d had about her since that night. My subconscious had conjured her up—and still did often. Many times, my head was between her legs, like a crazed man who couldn’t get enough of her taste. She’d either tasted like a candy with a hint of lemon or I’d made that shit up in my head. I had eaten a lot of pussies, and they were either slightly salty, metallic, or perfumy, like they’d sprayed it, which always turned me off, and then some had no taste. None had tasted sweet or lemony. I’d even kept bags of hard lemon candy so I had it to suck on when I woke up from dreaming about licking her cunt for well over a year after fucking her.
Maybe my dreams had been memories. Looking at her could get a dick hard. If she truly fucked and tasted like my dreams said she did, then getting rid of the dentist might be harder than I’d thought it would be. Problem was, when I got rid of him, another one would come along. When I moved her into somewhere else in a year, she’d get a job and meet people, like a man who wanted her.
I tossed back the rest of the amber liquid in my glass. I wanted to punish her for what she’d done to me and to Stevie. Make her pay for it. Have her feel half of what I did when I thought of the years I’d lost with my daughter.
I also wanted to fuck her. Get my mouth on her pussy. See those big pink nipples. Suck on them. Hear her scream while I stretched her and slammed into her tight hole over and over. I might not get owned by a cunt, but I could make one addicted to my dick. I could control her with it. Keep her from bringing another man into my daughter’s life. I didn’t have to like her. I sure as hell would never love her. But that didn’t mean fucking her was off the table. It would fix this dentist shit. Get him to move on without violence being required.
Just thinking about it had my cock throbbing painfully.
“Can I get you another drink, Mr. Shephard?” the attractive brunette asked, bending down in front of me to take my glass, taking her time. She knew her tits were pushed up and right in my direct view.
I didn’t know her name, but she’d been an attendant for us more than once. Luther had bent her over one of the sofas and fucked her on a flight while I watched. Her tits weren’t that big from what I could remember of them bouncing as he pounded into her, but they were nice.
When I lifted my gaze from her cleavage to her eyes, the invitation was clear. She stood up, smiling at me, then walked back to the front of the plane, closing the door behind her. I could sit here with my raging hard dick, thinking about the dirty shit I wanted to do to Branwen, or go let the pretty attendant’s mouth suck me off.
I chose the latter. When I stood up, Stevie was too busy with one of her toys to notice, but Branwen’s eyes met mine. Thinking about how they looked, hooded and needy, only made my erection worse. I headed in the direction the attendant had gone, making sure to lock the door behind me. I knew it was soundproof for the purpose of needing privacy in the main cabin.