Page 139 of Wanting What's Wrong

She’s still my Mina but so fuckingextra. Her exotic-green eyes and her soft little heart. She’s different but somehow, even more vulnerable than before, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure I guard her with everything I have.

She practically jumped in my lap when we got in the car, as the warm orange sun made fire on the horizon. I gathered my strength and buckled her playful ass in and tried to figure out how I was going to make this all come out okay.

I held her hand, kissed every knuckle and damn near lost my mind tasting her skin. She fired off questions about how we met, where was our first kiss, our first date, our last date and on and on. I answered every question, lying my fucking ass off, letting all my fantasies fly high. All the things I’d always hoped for. Wished for. I told the stories and felt like they were true.

Wrong? Who the fuck cares. I’ve always gone after what Iwanted with a single-minded focus. Except when it came to Mina, but only because she was off limits.

Somehow, those limits have disappeared and the damn floodgates are open.

“Wow, this is nice.” She bites her lip looking at the house, breaking my train of thought.

Yeah, it’s nice but it’s nothing like our old place. Mina and Jennifer, my stepmother, don’t know everything that’s going on with Dad and the finances. Something he dumped on me at Mina’s graduation.

He’s in the deep end of a financial shit storm. He wanted me to get through my last season and gradutation before he told me, but fuck. More than ever I need to go first pick in the draft and he’s pushing me to sign with The Breckenridge Group. Old money Harbor Shores Harson Hilton is majority owner of the agency and it’s the bait on the hook that he will bail out my father if I just play ball.

So to speak.

I have my own money but not enough for my father’s level of debt. Years of investing the small trust fund from my grandparents has paid off. I’m pretty fucking savvy but Dad never knew how much I’d grown my portfolio. Even so, the seven million and some odd change isn’t nearly enough to save him from the house of cards he’s built for himself.

He’s a good dad. Hard ass, yeah, was a hell of a quarterback, sure, but a business genius he is not. He’s run through most of his NFL money and this last fucking swampland in Florida deal he hung his hat on? It’s going to sink him. And the family too if I don’t sign with Harson and Breckenridge.

Harson will back my fatherifI sign with him. But, he’s a fucking publicity whore and a vampire and he doesn’t just suck his enemies dry. He’d put his own grandmother on the street if it sealed a deal.

Worse, he’d do the same if anyone made him look bad. Hisego is the size of Texas. Fucking Napoleon complex with the stature to match.

All my muscles are tight as I park my ’72 Mustang Mach 1 and kiss the back of her hand one last time before opening my door.

“Sit there. I’ll come around.”

“I can open the door, Jack. Icanwalk.”

I tug her hand back, centering it over my heart. “I saidsit there. I don’t tell you to do things for no reason, baby. There’s a reason for everything I do and say to you. You may not understand it, and I’m not always going to explain, but you will trust that I always, always have a plan. We clear?”

Her eyes widen, her skin warms against my palm. I reach over and holding the back of her head with my other hand, then set my lips on the part of her ink black hair and breathe in her scent, softened now by the chlorine from the pool but it still makes my dick fuckingweep.

“Good girl. And, you don’t remember, and that’s okay. There’s going to be lots of things I’ll need to re-teach you, and I’m happy to do it. But when we’re alone, you don’t call me Jack.”

My heart speeds, hammering in my chest like the eight cylinders under the hood of the Mustang.

“What do I call you then?” Her pink lips fall open, then close as she swallows and I see her trying desperately to remember and a split second of guilt stabs me.

One more step on the journey to hell. There will be no turning back now.

“When we’re alone, you call me Daddy. That’s one rule. We have lots of rules, baby. But let’s start with that one.”

Her eyes go wide as she licks her lips.

You’re going to fuck it up, Jackson. You keep pushing. It’s too much…

Then she draws the cuff of my jacket she’s wearingover her hospital gown to her nose, inhaling on a sigh. “Daddy’s jacket,” she says, sounding satisfied. “It smells like you.”

It’s a good fucking thing I’m sitting down because I nearly double over with the force of my orgasm as cum coats the already itchy inside of my boxers. Jesus, I’ve got a hard case of premature ejaculation when it comes to my sister. I fucking hope when it’s go time for real, I get things under fucking control.

Hearing her call me Daddy, a bolt of guilt hits me in my chest. But, this is my brass ring moment. This event I’ve been hoping for that would push what felt impossible, intopossible. Even if it means I’m a depraved fucker.

I grunt, “Good girl,” and slide out of the car as visions of Mina and our life together growing up torture me.

But that won’t stop me from taking her innocence. From binding us together forever, way beyond our previous familial bonds. It’s fucking go time. I’m going to fuck her until she begs for mercy. She’s going to call me Daddy and learn to suck my cock like there’s a prize inside.

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