Page 45 of Wilt

Ashower as cold as an ice storm settled the fever in my blood. Barely.

She made me come.

Fuck, every time I think of that entire experience, I get hard again, which is really not ideal.

She didn’t listen to me, which is the point and the problem. Is it the extra fuel for the fire? I’m not sure. Disobedience has never got me going, although with Rose, it opens all sorts of interesting doors. If I wasn’t going to take my fill of her before she hoovered my cock with untutored yet instinctive moves, I’d definitely be doing it now.

Shit. I told her to stop and she kept going until I erupted and sheswallowed. She not only swallowed, but cleaned me after. Jesus. That’s some gold-star service from a virgin.

I adjust my boxer briefs as I think about getting into bed. Every time I look at it, all I can see is her, spread wide, losing herself in touching her pussy.

I want to fucking rip her to shreds, call her out for trying to play me, except… I don’t think she was. She didn’t want to touch herself. I kept my desire locked away when I’d ordered her to do that, curious to see what she’d do.

A woman eager to please in the wrong way would have put on a show. She fought it. Then, when she started, she got caught up. Her desire spiked when I made her look at me.

Oh, she’s going to be mine.

It’s the ultimate plan, to take fucking Finnegan’s daughter and not only humiliate her, mark her, but make her completely mine. I want to make her give herself to me, want me and no one else. Willingly do things like tonight.

It would be so easy to fuck her pretty brains out, but I want her on her knees.

I want her to know that to fuck me is to betray the man who sired her. I don’t give a fuck if she says she doesn’t know him. He’s still family. Eventually, that bond pulls. I want her to know I’m torturing her father by using her. I want her to want me anyway.

Pacing my bedroom, I think about changing and heading to the gym upstairs, maybe going for a run on the grounds, but leaving her alone in the house, even if she doesn’t know it, might be a mistake.

I’m still shocked she didn’t take the knife, or that she defied me and sucked me until I came.

That she wanted it. Liked it.

Maybe loved it.

If I’d had it in me, and I just might’ve because I was still hard—that’s what she does to me—I’d have fucked her. If I’d had it in me and I didn’t have a bigger plan I need to stick to, that is.

A buzzing sounds from my side table. It’s after midnight, so I’m not expecting any calls. Unknown number. There’s only one person who’d do something as pointless as blocking his number.

Ordinarily, I won’t pick up these calls. If someone wants to reach me, they can fucking well show they have balls and not play games.

Finnegan surrounds himself with a small army, but he has balls. Still, I know he likes to play power games. As they go, this is pretty pathetic.

I hit answer. “Finnegan.”

He doesn’t answer, and I know he’s pissed I didn’t play the game of shock and fear for him. He should know me better. I fucking hate the man with something bordering on obsession, but fear? Not in a million years. He might try to act like a big man, but he does cowardly things, like kill and torture innocent women.

An idle thought crosses my mind as I throw myself down on the bed: maybe I’m guilty of the same thing here. I haven’t killed Rose and I taunt her with that fact, but unless she betrays me, I’m not killing her. At least, I don’t think so. If I do, it’ll be fast and with mercy. I’ve never tortured a woman, I’ve never raped. Finnegan, on the other hand…

I sigh as he stays silent.

“It’s not that I don’t enjoy a good old-fashioned creeper call with heavy breathing, but the fact it’s you rocking it with your cock out is a little disgusting. You’re not my type and I don’t appreciate cowards.”

He still doesn’t say a word, but I can feel the tension shift over the phone.

“Tell you what—I’ll give you to the count of ten to think of something pithy and then I’m hanging up.” I pause. “To go fuck your daughter up the ass and listen to her beg for more.”

When I get to nine, my finger hovering over end call, he speaks. “You don’t have her.”

“Now, Finnegan,” I say softly. “You know that’s not true.”

“I know you’ve been parading around some naked beauty with dark hair but my daughter? She and Stephanie are long gone. Dead.”

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