I kiss him hungrily in reply, never wanting this moment to end.
I let my robe fall off my shoulders and to the floor, leaving me naked in his arms and his cock sliding against my wetness.
“Shh,” August whispers. “Don’t make a fucking sound.”
I sink my teeth into his neck to stop myself from moaning as his cock slips effortlessly inside me. His fingers dig into my ass as he uses me like a doll, sliding me up and down his shaft to claim me. He goes slow. We try to be quiet, but he gets excited. The wet slap of my pussy against his balls tips me closer to climax as he murmurs into my neck, “You’re all mine, and after tonight, everyone is going to know it.”
“I love you, August,” I pant, then bite his shoulder as a surprise orgasm rocks my core and coats him in my desire. “I love you.”
August’s hips buck as he fills me, washing away and cleansing me of all the poison.
When I’m with him, everything is better.
My head spins as he withdraws and places me down gently, fastening his pants.
“Tonight will be the start of the rest of our lives,” he promises, turning to leave.
“Wait!” I catch his wrist. “You said you were gonna handle Daddy, but what about the others?”
Sex has stirred another urge in me—a bloodthirsty one.
“What about them?” August asks. “We’ll leave before the party starts.”
“But what if we don’t?” I slip my hand under his shirt and stroke his six-pack. “What if you leave them to me? Call it a birthday present?”
He freezes. “Is that really what you want?”
“Yes,” I reply, staring up at him. “That’s what I want.”
This is how I’ll know he truly accepts every part of me.
“Can you pull it off?” he asks.
I smile at the thought. “Of course.”
I don’t have long to plan, but I have enough time. Yes, plenty of time to get everything ready for the real celebrations to begin.
“Okay,” he says after a few seconds. “But we go straight after?”
“Forever, August,” I promise. “After that, we have forever.”
CHAPTER17
August
Six cars have arrived.There are never many guests. That’s the point of my father’s sick club. It’s exclusive. It wouldn’t be special if anyone could join it. I bet he has a waiting list of people who are dying to fuck Clemmie’s sweet pussy. I know why he decided to keep her after her mom died. Every guest will suffer tonight, but none as much ashewill.
Thankfully, the guests arrive alone without other kids. They wear expensive suits and shirts made from materials I can’t pronounce. Their shoes are so polished that my spit would drip straight off them. Those men are wolves hiding in plain sight. They work in respected professions and are in positions of power: doctors, judges, and cops. All of them think they’re invincible. They believe they can prey on the vulnerable and keep their perfect lives. It’s how our world works, and my father is one of them.
I’ll makehimchoke on his blood. I’ll make sure there’s enough blood to compensate for the amount of cum he’s forced Clemmie to drink over the years. He’ll regret his actions.
I put on my new pin-striped blazer. It fits me perfectly, and I fucking hate how it makes me look like him. I’m more comfortable in my work overalls and covered in oil. Father wants me to take over the twisted world he’s created, but I’m going to take pleasure in watching his motherfucking empire burn. That’ll be my lasting legacy.
I fasten my top button and straighten the collar. My white shirt won’t stay this color for much longer. I make my way to the basement. Unlike last time, there is no security guard around to stop me.
It’s odd to be on the other side of the wall. Men gather and drink by the bar, warming up. The air tingles with the nervous, excited energy of creeps getting ready to empty their tiny balls.
My father stands in the middle of them, playing the role of the perfect host. He knows how to manipulate people to get what he wants. It’s probably how he made his fortune in the first place. A fortune that funded his sex toy side business and mysterious website. I wonder how much of his wealth was built on his talent or from exploiting the talents of others. Clemmie won’t be the first person he’s used.