Page 96 of Sweet Little Thing

She had flirted with him, dressed in barely any clothing when he was around, and successfully reeled him in. She got what she wanted. It was time she learned what it meant to be his wife. His constant absence was part of it.

“He will rarely be home. You’ll be given unlimited funds to spend. Slowly, you will grow apart, and in time, he’ll replace you. You’ll get a nice home, enough money to live comfortably, and you can even join the ex-wives club. I hear the others have started one.” That last bit was a lie. My mother and former stepmother hated each other.

“I don’t care if he’s here. He’s not the one I want. My body craves you. I miss your touch. I miss having you inside me. I need you to make me come.” I heard my sheets moving as she spoke. I wasn’t sure what she was doing, and my annoyance level was breaking records. The reason for the sheets shuffling was soon unveiled. “I’m naked. Come back to bed. Fuck my mouth.”

The thought of seeing Hilda naked in my bed, sucking my dick, had me hardening against my better judgment. I wouldn’t do anything about it, though. I wasn’t an idiot, but I would get myself off with that image once I got her out of here. Girls my age didn’t suck cocks like she did. Her cock sucking ability was pretty damn perfect.

“No.” That didn’t sound nearly as threatening as I’d wanted to.

“I’m so wet. I’ve thought of you all day. Knowing I’d see you tonight. Come back here and fuck me, Winston. Make me moan.”

Dammit, she had me swollen, verging on painful now. I was glad I couldn’t see her. That would make this worse. I knew she was my stepmother, but she still had a killer body. As good as any I’d seen watching porn. She also did dirty shit like the women did in porn. Girls my age weren’t that adventurous.

“Leave. Please get out. We are done. You’re his wife and what happened before is finished.”

She was silent for a moment. I listened, afraid she would stand from the bed and walk over to press her naked body against me. If she got on her knees and went for my dick with her mouth, I wasn’t sure I had the strength to stop that. No man did.

“You’re going to miss me. You’ll want my body again. And when you do, I will be waiting. It’s an adjustment. I’m here, and I understand it’s different because I’m your stepmother now. But nothing else changed. I still want you.”

“Then why did you marry him?” I shot back. She’d come to me the night before the wedding. We’d fucked. She had said she loved me. I had loved fucking her. I had thought she’d changed her mind about marrying him. But she hadn’t.

“You’re too young. He had the ability to give me a new life. One with things I’d never had. Expensive things. Travel. It was all I had ever wanted in life—or thought it was. After the wedding, it sank in that he would never be you. He would never make me feel like you do.”

Hilda was thirty. I was sixteen. Did she seriously think I believed this? How did I make her feel? Every time we were together, she was the one teaching me things.

“You married him. That’s all that matters now.”

We both remained silent for a while. I wondered if she’d fallen asleep naked in my bed. And if she had, I wondered how I wasgoing to get her out of my room.

My father could never know about us fucking. Or tonight. I wasn’t scared of anything in this world. I’d always been fearless. I took things as they came. I dealt with whatever life threw me, except when it came to my father. I had been scared of him for as long as I could remember.

One day, he wouldn’t control me. At least the beatings he doled out stopped once I had grown a head taller than him. He wasn’t bigger than me anymore. But he could still get violent in other ways.

My affair with Hilda would likely get me killed. The man didn’t love me. I was his only son and his heir. That was it. Nothing more.

“Okay, I’ll go. But we aren’t done. I’m not giving up on you. On us.”

I didn’t reply. I waited until the door closed behind her to breathe again. I’d arrange to leave for boarding school sooner rather than later. Staying in this house was impossible.

Chapter

Fifty-Eight

Beulah

The resemblance was impossible to deny. Even with my heart screaming no, my head had acknowledged the truth.

“Stone’s father abused him. Beat him and yet he left his son to be raised by that very same man,” Jasper’s voice sounded pained as he said the words. As if this hurt him to verbalize.

I felt as if he had punched me in the gut. Both the fact Stone had been abused and that he’d left his child to suffer the same cruelty were twin boulders demolishing all I had thought I knew and believed about Stone.

“How old is he?” I asked as I heard Stone’s footsteps echo up the stairs. He’d be here any moment. I’d see him—his face. And when I looked at him, I’d see the boy.

“Six or seven. I’m not sure,” Jasper replied.

I scrutinized the last photo. It was the most recent from the pile Jasper had handed me. I could feel Stone’s presence without lifting my eyes from the photo to see him. He was focused on me.The tingle of awareness whenever he was near prickled my skin.

“What did you give her?” His voice was hard. Cold. Threatening.

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