Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
She senses her demise and lowers her chin.
“So beautiful in that dress,” I say, dropping my lips to her ear. “And don’t you worry that we didn’t take pictures of our big day.” I raise her chin with a pinch of my fingers, gesturing to the corners of the room. “Everything is being recorded so we can enjoy it over and over. I’ll have pictures made from the best parts. It’s all so exciting, isn’t it?”
She nods as I lean down and pepper her face with soft kisses. She may be outwardly fighting me but the way she gushed on my face and took my ring on her finger without kicking me in the balls, she’s just overthinking things.
“I’ll never love you,” she murmurs as if to punctuate my thoughts.
“Never is a long time. You’ll learn to love me, Bijou. I’ll give you everything you ever need. Everything you want. Except your freedom. I know you better than you know yourself. You need me.”
“I hate you.”
“Ahhh, now we’re getting somewhere. Hate is a strong emotion and underneath hate, is something else. Something I know all too well.”
My little lamb covers her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking. I gather her against my chest, her softness in my hands making my already-stiff erection more painful.
“Now, now. No tears. Come. Sit.” I ease her up to a sitting position, then grab a chair from the desk on the other side of the room and drag it behind me, placing it just in front of her and taking a seat.
“Give me your foot. I remember how much you like foot rubs.”
She nods, a tentative look in her eyes as I tap my knee, giving her a look that tells her I’m not going to ask twice.
“When mom made me take ballet. I hated it. Those pointe shoes? I got Charlie horses in my feet. the other girls made fun of me because I wasn’t…like them.” She mutters as her dirty little foot with its pink and yellow nails comes to rest on my knee. I cover it with my hand, running both thumbs up and down over the little bones in the top of her foot. “That’s the only time you touched me before today.”
“I didn’t dare touch you anywhere else. You were my stepdaughter. And jailbait.”
“What about Mom? You didn’t feel bad about her?”
“Bad about your mom?” I shake my head, letting my fingers work the arch of her foot, watching the defiance in her eyes soften as I rub. “I fulfilled my obligation to your mother. Well, to your grandfather really.”
“My granddad?” Her lips tighten. They were close, and he’s been gone a few years now.
“Yes, princess. I married your mother as a favor to him when she left your dad. He wanted you both to have the best protection possible. Your mother was beautiful, but not very smart and when she left your father, she was penniless as well as in danger. I was happy to do it, I owed your grandfather my life. I told him if he ever needed me, I would be there for him and I never break a promise.”
“So, you and Mom…”
“Business, baby. All business. But she clearly had some toxic feelings for your dad, bastard that he is, because she sure as shit is right back where she started from. Fine by me, my oath is fulfilled. She’s on her own unless you ask me for something. I’ll take care of you and that means your family as well. Best I can.”
I work on her toes, gently pulling on each one, listening to a few of them softly pop as she leans her head back, arms braced on the bed next to her.
“She said you cheated on her. That’s why she left.”
I grin. “You think that’s true?”
She shakes her head, blowing out a slow breath. “That’s why she said you didn’t want to see us anymore. You were a monster and a horrible man and wanted nothing to do with us. So…she went back to dad.”
“I’ll tell you anything you want about all of that baby. I am sorry I was gone for so long. That I regret.”
She looks so beautiful. Still dirty, but it’s perfect. She’s perfect.
I ease her foot to the floor and start on the other one, loving the feel of her tiny bones moving under my fingers. The way she’s breathing heavier as I kneed the ball of her foot with my thumbs. By the time I’m done, she’s lying back on the bed, arms wide, eyes closed.
It’s time.
I fling her foot off my leg, her eyes popping open as I throw the skirt of her wedding dress over her face, grabbing her body and flipping her over into the center of the bed.
I work her legs wide, giving me a good view of her already-glistening pussy as her hands flap under the layers of lace and silk until she’s uncovered her face, panic rising on her face.