Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Ted, can you drive me home, to Astoria,” I said to him as I locked the door.
“But Mr. Evans,” Ted hesitated.
“Oh, trust me, Ted, Mr. Evans won’t be saying anything to you or to me,” I hissed. “Now drive!”
I entered my father’s home, not surprised I found him on the couch watching TV.
“Addie? What are you doing here?” he asked shocked.
“I'm here to see you. I missed you.” I smiled.
“You saw me last week,” he smiled.
“Dad, don’t you want me here?” I asked.
“Of course I do. I just don’t want Daimon to think I'm trying to come between you two.” The very mention of his name made me want to throw up.
“Don’t worry about what Daimon thinks. He may be my husband, but you’re my father,” I reassured him.
“I'm just going to go up and change out of these clothes,” I said as I headed up to my room.
“Okay, Addie. Do you want anything to eat or drink?” he shouted.
“Just water.” I walked into my room, where not one thing had changed.
He probably never entered it. I rummaged through my small closet, found a pair of yoga pants and a small t-shirt.
“Dad? I’m going to take a shower,” I cried out.
“Okay.”
I felt much better once I got out of the shower. Better meaning physically, but emotionally, I was still fucked up. I heard murmuring and some laughter as I walked down the stairs.
“Oh, Addie, Daimon came by to pick you up,” my father said, smiling at Daimon. Daimon looked up from the couch and smirked.
“Didn’t I tell you I was staying with my father tonight? You said it was okay.” I smiled.
“That’s right, you did. I guess wanting my wife with me all the time got me confused,” he joked. “Well, since I'm here. I guess I could stay,” he shrugged.
“Oh, of course you can. You guys can stay in Addie’s and Sofia’s old room.” My father pointed up the stairs.
“Don’t you have that very important meeting in the morning?” I asked, trying hard not to lunge and choke him.
“No, I canceled it,” he smiled. “So if you would excuse me, I’m a bit tired. I’ll head up now.”
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” I grabbed his arm at the stairs.
“I'm spending the night with my wife, because if I don’t, she’s going to get stupid ideas again,” he said in a hushed voice closer to my ear. “I’ll be waiting for you upstairs.”
I made sure I spent most of the night with my father, ignoring the fact that Daimon was just above us sleeping, or worse, planning something sinister.
“Well, good night, Dad,” I finally said, hoping enough time had passed and Daimon was now asleep.
I entered the room quietly. Thank God, the lights were out, which meant he was asleep. I slowly went around my bed. I could vaguely see him asleep on his belly. Shirtless like always, right down to his boxers. The bastard should have stayed at the penthouse. I peeled back Sofia’s duvet when I felt Daimon’s hand grab at me. I turned; there he was, his eyes wide awake, grinning devilishly.
“Don’t…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before he pulled me into my old bed next to him. I tried fighting him off. I really did.
“This bed smells like you.”
“Get off me,” I said in a muffled voice, afraid my father might hear us.
“No,” he said gruffly.
“Daimon, get off me, now,” I whispered loudly.
“I promised you something,” he murmured near my ear. Daimon inched closer to my neck and gently licked my lobe.
“Get. Off. Me.” I could barely fight him now.
“No,” he repeated. He pushed me down onto my bed and hovered over me.
“What are you doing?” I asked in low voice.
“I want you to remember me. I want you to see me everywhere you go. I want you to enter this room and remember me going down into your pants and feeling your pussy,” he said in a soothing voice as he gently peeled back my pants.
“Daimon, no!” I nearly cried out but had to keep it down.
“You can’t fight me here. Your father might hear,” he smiled.
“Daimon, I will scream,” I warned in a hushed voice.
“No, you won’t. You want this and I want to taste you. Over ten years, Addie. Over ten fucking years, I’ve wanted to taste your juices on my tongue. I want to see you come as I eat you all up.” He finally yanked my yoga pants off, leaving me naked from the waist down.
Daimon positioned himself between my legs and slowly spread me, his eyes only looking at my pussy; he then licked his lips as though anticipating the taste.
“I can smell you. You’re already wet.” He sucked in his breath as he leaned down.
“Daimon,” I hissed.
“Shh, Addie, you don’t want your father coming in here and seeing you like this,” he warned. He grabbed onto my thighs and brought them up closer to his face. Daimon closed his eyes and took in one more whiff.