Page 97 of My Girl
I keep the knife on her neck and move my free hand into the front of her thong again.
“Daddy,” she whimpers.
“I used to dream of killing you and your mother. You know that?” I ask. “If I had known about you while you were still in the womb, I would’ve killed you then. Two birds with one stone. A dead baby and her mother roasting under the desert sun. But I found you too late, so instead, I watched over you. Watched you grow. Saw you in the resorts. In the childcare centers. In the private schools. In the nightclubs. Took you in my taxi and even gave your last big conquest the surveillance footage to prove that you stole his firearm?—”
“No!”
“—and got your ass fired. Look where you are, little girl. Isn’t it funny?” I chuckle. “Daddy’s here. You found me. Aren’t you proud of yourself?” I lick the tiny stream of blood dripping from the shallow cut on her neck, and she shivers, her mound humping my palm. “And I still won’t kill you, little girl. You’re too amusing to throw away now. You’re mine, baby. All fucking mine.”
I flip her around so that she’s facing me, her ass on the bathroom counter, and I pull out my dick, stroking myself. Her eyes are heavy, her pupils wide, her lips wet and open. Her tongue drifts across her bottom lip, and her hungry eyes betray her as she glimpses at my cock.
“Disgusting little girl,” I say. She crumbles. I reach forward, holding her ass, squeezing her skin, relishing in the fact that she’s literally my blood. Everything about her is mine. I click my jaw. “You and me, baby. We’re disgusting, and we always will be. There’s nothing we can do to change that.”
She sucks in a gasp. I pull my gun from my holster, raising the muzzle to her temple. Her eyes water.
“Say it for me, now,” I say. “Tell me the truth. If you have any last words, any last requests, you say them right now.” I study her face, and she stills, so gentle, so compliant, so unsure of herself, that it fills me with excitement. Even Rae doesn’t know what she’ll choose right now. It’s thrilling. She could choose anything, and that unpredictability fills me with anticipation. “What do you want from your daddy?”
Her brow crinkles. Her knees part. Her mouth opens.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she finally whispers.
I impale her on my dick. Her thong bunches up to the side of us as she wraps her arms around my neck, fear and desire coursing through her, every ounce of adrenaline running through her nerves, bringing her closer to me. Then vacancy subtly clouds her brown eyes, but I spot it. It’s like she knows she needs more; she just doesn’t know what it is.
Lucky for her, I know exactly what she needs.
The gun rests on her temple. She closes her eyes, losing herself on my dick. Her pussy constricting me.
Someone needs to die.
I could kill her right now.
Ishouldkill her. I made my point.
Maybe it’s not her who needs to die. Maybe it’s me.
I’ve thought about killing myself before, but I’m not entertained enough to do it. Logically, I know the world would be safer without my DNA; Rae proves that. But I don’t give a shit about the world or its people. I’d rather live just to see what I can get away with.
Still, I picture the roles reversed: Rae holding the gun to my head, killing me as I fuck her.
And I come.
She grimaces and pulls me closer. Our bodies are hot against each other. Our breaths panting.
I never wanted a kid. Rae isn’t supposed to be here. But I won’t kill her now. It’s my choice. I want to see what she does in this world, even if she ends up killing me.
“You,” she says, snapping back to reality, snarling at me once again. “You tricked me?—”
A knock bangs on the door.
“Rae?” a muffled male voice asks. “I heard screaming. Rae? Are you all right? Open up! Let me in!”
I grin, immediately recognizing the voice.
Ned is here.
Chapter30
Rae
