Page 37 of My Fantasy Daddies

But she wasn’t done with her tantrum yet.

“You are mine.I saw you first.All three of you.But if I can only have one of you, then I choose you, because you were the first one I saw, Benson.I want you.I want you, and now you’re mine because I want you!”

“That doesn’t even make sense,” a female voice I didn’t recognize snickered from somewhere behind me.I stood there, my mind trapped somewhere between wanting to tear my sister away from Benson because she was touching what was mine and worried about her because it was so glaringly obvious that she needed mental help.

“No one asked you!”Eloise yelled, stomping one foot.Her wild eyes focused on Benson again.“You.Are.Mine.Esme can’t have you.”

“You don’t own me,” Benson argued, fed up with her.“I told you that more than once.I don’t like you.I don’t want you.And I never will.”

“No.No, no, no!”she screeched, turning faster than I anticipated and grabbing my hair, jerking my head back so hard I saw stars.“You dirty slut.You always take everything I want.Why do you get all the good things?It’s not fair.”

Wrapping my fingers around her wrist, I did exactly as Astro and Otto had taught me to.I swept her leg out from under her, the action causing her hand to tighten reflexively in my hair in an attempt to stop herself, but the bite of pain was momentary.And then she was on her back, and I was standing over her.I held her hand in mine as I kept her arm straight, ready to snap it like a twig.My heeled foot pressed into her throat, restricting her air supply a little more at a time as I stood over her, contemplating crushing her windpipe and ending it all.

I was sick of being called a dirty slut, and I was so, so tired of having to defend myself.Life was so much simpler without her.Easier.Quieter.I was calmer.Not volatile.

Lessvolatile.

“Whoa, angel,” Benson soothed.I felt him behind me, his thick, warm body carefully molding to mine.One arm slipped around my waist, his nose nuzzling my ear.“Think about what you’re doing.”

“Believe me, I am,” I told him, pressing my foot down a little harder.Around us, people gasped, but most of them were only pretending to be shocked and horrified.When in truth, they were eating this shit up like an episode of their favorite reality show.

Eloise gulped.I felt the movement more than heard the sound.She was scared, because she didn’t know if I would actually kill her.Why her guards weren’t there to save her, I didn’t know.But Astro and Otto wouldn’t save her.

A quick glance at our parents showed that they were too stunned by what they were seeing to step in.Maman’seyes were startled and full of trepidation.Papa’s mouth kept opening and closing like a fish, as if he was seeing this type of interaction between his children for the very first time.As if I hadn’t broken Eloise’s nose the last time she’d pulled my hair and nearly caused me to fall down the staircase.

They were used to their daughters arguing, fighting.Shedding blood.But that was while under their roof, behind closed doors.Never in public, around people they couldn’t control not to speak about what was happening.It had never been more glaringly obvious to me than in that moment just how incompetent they were as parents.

My blood pumped loudly through my ears.It would be so easy to take my sister’s life from her.

I closed my eyes, letting the memories of how Benson had made love to me that morning play through my mind, replacing the ones from mere moments ago, when Eloise had touched him.Tried to claim him.I could still feel the slight sting of his handprint from where he’d spanked me because I’d taunted him during breakfast.

A shudder went through me.

If he’d really wanted to stop me, all he would have had to do was lift me away.My weight was nothing for him.He proved that every day when he carried me around the house or fucked me against a random wall.He didn’t care if I killed her or not.Fuck, he probably would have helped me hide the body if he thought I truly wanted my sister dead.This man…all three of my daddies, they loved me.They wanted what was best for me.

Benson kissed my neck.“You’re better than this, sweet girl.You’re better than her.”

“No, she’s not!”Eloise cried.“I’m the good one.Not her.I’m good.I’m a good girl.”

Nausea rolled in my stomach at the sickness I heard in her voice.She was twisted and broken.Lost.It made me physically ill to realize just how disturbed my older sister was, and I’d been blind to it.

Stepping back, I turned and hugged Benson, turning away from the sight of my sister on the ground.Malcolm and Parker cocooned me, protecting me, sheltering me.Loving me like I deserved.

She was sick, but I wouldn’t let her ruin my happiness with her petty competition.

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