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“Because I wasn’t down here.” I hesitate to say where I was. Maybe he doesn’t know? A girl can hope.

“You mean because you slept with my dad?” He snorts when I pale. “Ellie, I’m not mad. In fact, I kind of knew about you before I realized it was you.”

“What?” I’m so confused.

“After meeting you, Dad was acting strange. I pressured him for answers. I had no idea he was talking about you, though. Not until yesterday.” After warming up my plate, he places it with some syrup in front of me. I’m still confused, and he must see it on my face. “Ellie, my Dad is attracted to you.”

My cheeks immediately blaze, and I duck my head, attempting to hide my embarrassment. I don’t even know what to say to that. To him. Because he must be wrong.

“I’m excited about it,” he continues. “Dad has been alone for a long time. I know he’s hesitant because of your age and his involvement with your Dad's arrest, but he’ll cave eventually.” He’s so casual, so sure of the outcome.

“It’s not what you think,” I respond. My attraction to Lars isn’t something I expected, and I know I can never act on it. Not like I want to.

“Maybe not, but I’m just saying, I wouldn’t be sad to hear it was what I’ve been pushing since last night.” He shrugs and goes back to watching T.V. as I eat and think about what he said.

CHAPTER 5

Lars

Paperwork is the worst part of my job and what took up most of the Saturday I was supposed to have off. The first part of the day was spent speaking with Ellie’s social worker to let her know what was happening with their daughter at the Hillards’ house. After telling me they’d never had any complaints before and couldn’t just pull Ellie out, I was ready to explode.

She’s eighteen and should be able to choose where she lives, preferably with me, but things work a little differently because she’s still in school. Especially with the way her life has been turned upside down.

I’m pissed, to say the least. All I want to do is fix this for her, but I’m helpless due to the system I’ve believed in most of my life.

Entering the house, it’s after ten, and I know Damon and Ellie are watching more movies. My son has kept me up to date on everything they’ve done today, and so far, it’s not much more than being couch potatoes.

I don’t mind. It means Ellie is safe and somewhere she’s wanted. The more I learn about her past, the more I realize she has always been a means to an end for everyone who was supposed to love and cherish her.

Her mother used her to get money from her father.

Her father used her for appearance's sake so he could kill.

And the Hillards see her as a paycheck, too. Maybe they care; I can’t be sure.

The school now looks at her as a pity project from what I’ve learned, and I’m mad as hell. They plan to have a school bake sale to raise funds for her education after high school, spreading information about her life as a way to reach more people. To gain their pity. She’ll hate it.

“Sshhh,” Damon says, pointing to Ellie lying on the sofa, fast asleep while some racing movie plays. “You should take her to bed, though.” He grins like he’s got it all figured out.

Much as I’d love to spend the night holding Ellie again, she was too much temptation last night, and I just can’t. I won’t be able to restrain myself from sliding between her thighs and settling deep inside her pussy, right where I belong.

“I’m going to shower,” I respond instead, ignoring the disappointed look on his face.

I have to, or I might cave, and I can’t do that to Ellie. Things are bad enough without people accusing me of taking advantage of her and the filthy things that could be said to her. She’s been hurt enough in this lifetime; I can’t and won’t be the reason adding to it.

Closing my bedroom door, I strip off my clothes and head to the shower. I’m tense from a stressful day and what became a rough night, unable to work off my hunger for Ellie with her in my bed, and there was no time in the shower earlier.

Blasting the hot water with a slight mix of cold, I step into the spray, allowing the massage jets to work away the day before cleaning myself up. As the soap slides down my body, my hands rubbing it in, and the heat of the shower, it’s all a perfect storm for my dick to grow. To beg for something we can’t have. Something so forbidden we can’t imagine living without it.

In the shower, however, I can have her. Ellie can be mine in here, and I can picture her on her knees, mouth open, eyes begging for me to feed her my cock. It’s so vivid. The heat of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the rough pad of her tongue as she licks me like her favorite lollipop.

It’s almost too real, and I force open my eyes to make sure I’m not dreaming.

Finding my hand wrapped around my cock, disappointment nearly withers the horny bastard. Stroking roughly from root to tip, I allow the image of Ellie sucking me down to fuel my fire.

“Fuck, sweetheart, suck Daddy down like a good girl.” Groaning as I stroke, I imagine petting her head with my other hand, grabbing up the loose strands of her hair to force her head back. “Look how well you take this cock. Such a good girl.” My inflection is harsh in the quiet of the room.

Working my hand up and down faster, I imagine her breathy moans and the suction of her mouth as my release barrels forward. My ass clenches as my toes curl, and I expel a loud bellow they likely hear downstairs. I don’t care, though. That was the best orgasm of my life. The wasted seed down the drain, however, deflates my ego a little because I’d prefer it take root inside Ellie’s womb, creating the perfect mix of her and me.

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