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There’ll be more. I can take care of that once we get home.
Once she learns she’s mine.
“That’s better.” I kiss her temple, readjusting her in her seat. “All cleaned up, little doll.”
Back behind the wheel in the closed car, I smell her arousal. A hint from before. Of how I made her feel at the pool less than an hour ago.
“I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I? Have been too riled up when you said we couldn’t be together, that I haven’t taken care of you.” I turn to her, yanking the skirt of her dress up her thighs. “I’m so sorry, beautiful.”
My erection is about to tear a hole in my jeans. That’s how hard I am for her. Having Leighton still as I shove her bikini bottoms to the side beats every dream I’ve ever had of her. I part her pussy lips, dragging a finger along her wet slit.
“Here, let me make it better.” I sink a finger into her core, pushing in.
Soaking myself with her.
She’s tight and hot. Mine.
With that knowledge, I peel out of the rest stop and back to the road.
Leighton is in her drug-induced sleep while I tease her pussy on the drive to our new, temporary home. Getting wetter the more attention I give her.
She hasn’t been that good, though. She doesn’t get to come.
And in any case, I’m dying to taste her. I pull out my finger, suck on it, and groan as her juices coat my tongue.
“You know why I’ve always insisted on doing your laundry? So I can sniff your panties. Lick them.” I smooth her dress over her thighs. “Tasting you right from the source, though? That’s something else, Leigh. Not like I’m any less mad at you for what you said at the garage. No, no, no. You’ll be punished for that. Only once I’ve calmed down will I love you sweetly. Until then, you’ll have the beast.”
She doesn’t make a sound. I fill the silence in my head, hearing her sweet voice saying, Thank you, Marcus.
The corners of my mouth curve in a sinister smile.
She’ll have a lot more to thank me for.
Over.
And over.
And over again.
“Hmph.” The most seductive whimper comes from my right.
Leighton’s stirring from her sleep.
Perfect timing. We’ve ended the drive through the sandy isolated road and are parked in front of our new home.
My gaze darts to the house I’ve built for her. That’s owned by a shell company I’ve built oversees. I designed this one-story glass house to be powered by solar energy that I paid for in cash. No paper trail and no electricity bill mean no way for Rylan to trace us here.
The interior décor is warm. I chose the furniture keeping Leighton in mind. The rugs are in earthy tones; the tan couches soft and cozy. The living area and kitchen are connected. The bedroom, study-slash-clinic, and bathroom are hidden behind walls and doors. That’s so she can’t see me while she’s locked inside. I, on the other hand, am able to see her through the glass walls from the outside.
Our fortress.
Our. Home.
Here, I’m finally able to lose my inhibitions. Don’t have to be the devoted father I’ve always been. The respected, renowned psychiatrist.
I don’t have to hide the side of me that’s been clawing at my sanity when provoked.
“Marcus!” Leighton’s garbled cry jolts me from my musings.
