Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 690(@200wpm)___ 552(@250wpm)___ 460(@300wpm)
Neither of them notices me lurking in the shadows of the doorway.
Lurking in my own home, for fuck’s sake.
“Oops,” my hot little wife says as the spatula clatters noisily to the floor, inadvertently torturing me more as she bends from the waist to scoop something up from the floor.
My cock stirs to life instantly. I’m going to have her like that, the animal inside me declares, staring at the length of her tan, toned legs. I’ll make her bend and grab her ankles and fuck her so hard from behind, my grip on her will be the only thing to stop her from toppling. The corner of my mouth hooks upward because that would require her trust, and we’re not there yet.
“Five-second rule, right?” She glances right for Daisy’s agreement. “I bet you could eat your breakfast off this kitchen floor.”
Daisy giggles, and Lavender lifts her arms above her head, inadvertently exposing a sliver of skin and the dip of her waist. She leans one way, then the other with an exaggerated jut of her hips as though limbering up for something.
“One, two, three!” Her elbow pokes out sharply before she angles her body back, like a soccer player about to catch the ball on her head.
But that would be too conventional for Lavender because, as it turns out, she expects a crepe to the face.
“She?” she announces with an infectious, if muffled, delight as she turns to Daisy, now offering me her lovely profile.
“You did it!” my niece says, clapping her hands like a demented seal.
“Peash a pish! Waish.” She holds up her hand, her jaw working as she bites. Then begins to suck the crepe into her mouth.
Good fucking Lord.
“Your turn now,” she announces, once she’s swallowed it.
No, don’t let your mind go there. You’re stronger than that.
She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, pointing her spatula at Daisy, who is already shaking her head.
“No, thank you.”
“You’ve got to!”
Daisy shakes her head. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I might get messy,” Daisy replies, looking genuinely distressed.
“So? Messy can be fun.”
Fuck, yes. Messy can be wonderful.
Daisy looks slightly panicked, more so than she should be. But Lavender is speaking again.
“Messy would be if I put chocolate sauce on yours,” she taunts, hopping sideways in the direction of the fridge. “I’m sure I saw some in here.”
“No, don’t!” Daisy shakes both hands in front of her. “I don’t want it to get in my hair.”
“What about cream?” Lavender waves the spatula again. Daisy gives her head another determined shake. “You’re sure? There’s bound to be some in the fridge. There’s enough food to feed an army in there.”
“Uncle Raif likes it to be full.”
“Does he?” Her head quirks.
Daisy nods. “Always.”
“He should be the size of a house,” she murmurs absently as she tries to understand something she won’t ever manage. Not with her life experience.
Discipline, I offer silently. That’s why. Which is something that seems to have been sorely lacking in Lavender’s life. But wherever her mind went, it doesn’t dwell as her focus returns to Daisy.
“Come on, Daiz. Think of the washing up it’ll save.”
“We have a dishwasher,” Daisy replies, her voice getting smaller. “And maids.”
“Yeah, but…” Lavender’s words flounder. Her arms, too.
“I don’t want to get told off.” Daisy’s words fall in a rush.
Why would she… who?
“Being told off is okay, you know,” Lavender says, patting her on the head with the spatula. “I used to get told off all the time when I was your age.”
“You did? But why?”
“Because I was a very naughty girl.”
That I can imagine… I give my head a shake because wherever that delightful ribbon of consciousness might take me isn’t useful this morning.
“Everybody is naughty sometimes.”
And some people are naughty more than they ought to be.
“You look like that worries you, Daiz.”
Daisy’s expression results in a pinprick of discomfort in my chest. What kind of worries can a little girl have? No pudding for not eating her greens? Come to think of it, she always clears her plate.
“When was the last time anyone told you off, doll?”
Daisy shakes her head.
“I can keep a secret, you know.”
“I can’t say.” She purses her lips as though the words might escape.
“Course you can. You can tell me anything. I’ve seen it all—the good, the bad, and the smelly. I have four brothers after all.”
“And two sisters,” Daisy adds with a tiny smile. “I’d like a sister. I’d even settle for a little brother.”
My heart plummets because that’s not going to happen.
Unless her shit of a father finds another meal ticket.
Some people shouldn’t be allowed to procreate. Some people might even have an accident to prevent another child’s suffering.
“Sisters are highly overrated.” Lavender gives a twist of her lips. “Weren’t you listening when I told you about all the rotten things they did?”
“You did rotten things, too,” Daisy says in a small voice. “Like when Daniel drank the last of your chocolate milk, and you punched him in the stomach.”