Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Technicalities,” I hiss. “I was married to your mother, and that makes me your father.”
“Yeah, legally, I guess, you’re my stepdad,” she spits, “but as soon as Rochelle died, you shipped me off to boarding school. You didn’t want anything to do with me. Admit it.”
At that statement, I hesitate. “I didn’t ship you off for that reason, Selena.”
“Then why?” she practically screams, her face red as her curls fly. “Why would you do that? I needed someone! I needed you! You were the only person in the world who understood because you loved Rochelle, too. But you got rid of me because you didn’t want to look at me anymore!”
My heart contracts with pain because this is getting complicated. I can’t tell Selena the real reason I sent her to boarding school because to be totally honest, there were a lot of factors in the decision. Definitely part of it was because I didn’t know what the hell to do with a child. I’d never had children of my own, and as a single man, boarding school seemed like the right path forwards. It was the easiest route, to be sure, but that doesn’t make it not right.
Besides, at that time, I genuinely thought that my presence was making things worse for the young girl. She’d cried every time we talked, and I felt like I was getting in the way of her moving on. I was worried that I was a reminder of the sad turn her life had taken, and that by shipping her out, she’d be able to move on more easily.
So I made the choice. Selena was a ten year old girl who had just lost the most important person in her life, and she deserved to be supported by professionals who could help her deal with the pain. Le Maitre is an exclusive Swiss-style boarding school located in Vermont, and I knew they would take care of her. In addition to excellent academics, the all-girls school has psychologists on staff, as well as a guidance counselor and even a grief specialist. Le Maitre was the right choice.
But I can’t say any of that right now. I don’t know why, but as I stand before Selena, I draw a blank. All I can think about is how stunning she looks in that tiny little outfit and how I’d love to tear it off her curves with my teeth. I want that sweet body all to myself and like a man in a trance, I take a few steps forward until she’s pinned against the wall, still staring at me with defiance in her eyes.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, her lips so close that I literally feel them brush against mine.
“This,” I hiss softly in return.
Then I lean forward so I’m just inches from her face. She locks her jaw, still furious, and I grasp her chin in one large hand. Selena doesn’t pull away, and I don’t expect her to. She might not know that she wants this, but I can see it in her eyes. She’s hungry for my kiss, and I’ve seen the way she looks at me the few times we’ve been together. It’s the same look I’ve been giving her for the past week. It’s pure desire, melded with lust.
Then I kiss her roughly, as if I’ve been in the desert for weeks on end, and she’s the first drink of water I’ve had to quench my thirst. Selena tastes like wine and honey, and as soon as our lips make contact, all reservations drop from my mind because I need it, and she does too. Our coming together was inevitable, and even though I know it’s not a good idea, neither of us had a fighting chance as soon as our lips touched.
“Oh Clancy,” she moans in an almost painful tone.
I jerk back to look into her eyes, and sure enough there are tears there.
“Are you alright?” I rumble, slicking her lips with my tongue. “You’re beautiful honey. I need you.”
“Oh Clancy,” she sighs again while tipping her head back to give me access to the long line of her throat. A single tear trickles down her cheek and she’s never looked more vulnerable, yet beautiful at once. “Should we be doing this?”
I growl, the blood pumping in my loins.
“No, but we’re going to anyways.”
Then, I sweep her legs under my arm and carry her to my bedroom, eliciting a small gasp. With quick steps, I make my way down the darkened hallway before kicking open the door to the master suite. This is my favorite room in the apartment, and for good reason too. The bed is enormous, and like a sick fuck, I’ve installed a mirror over the king-size mattress. It’s a little porny and gross, but the type of woman I usually bring over likes it, and it makes for a lot of filthy fun.