Page 140 of Wanting What's Wrong

I sweep her into my arms as she giggles, hands looping around my neck.

“Daddy?” she says, those pale green eyes gutting me.

“Yes, lil’ mint?”

“Those lights we passed back there. The carnival…”

I nod, knowing fast rides, heights and loud noises are not her idea of fun. “Sure, baby, but don’t worry—”

“Can we go?Pleeeeease?I want to go on the fastest roller coaster and to the top,topof the Ferris wheel.”

I hesitate, staring at this new creature that looks like my Mina but isn’t. This new daredevil minx is taking some getting used to. I nod. “Tomorrow, baby. If you are feeling okay.”

“Yay!Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” I kiss the top of her head, loving this new side of her but wondering how long it will last.

All my doubts disappear as I scoop her up, carrying her up to the front door. It all just feels right.

Inside, it’s a blank canvas. Our blank canvas. For us to make our mark on however we want. I made some calls and had the placed cleaned up. I didn’t want her coming home to that fucking mess from the party. At least, that’s what I told myself. But really, I want to ride this ride with the new Mina as far as it will go until it’s too late to turn back.

Risking all her memories flooding back when she saw the disaster of the house wasn’t in my plans.

“It’s so strange I don’t remember this place. Is this your house?” she asks, glancing around. I lower her to the floor, her toes curling in the cream-colored carpet as the hospital gown exposes the creamy flesh of the backs of her lush thighs, reminding me, underneath, she’s fucking naked.

I shake my head. “I’m renting it for us, baby. A little vacation, just the two of us.” I’m stumbling into so many lies right now, what’s one more?

“It’sbig. Likeyou.” She walks her fingers up my chest, and I’m a breath away from fucking devouring her. “Where are our clothes? I want to get dressed. Or maybe I could just getundressed…?”

She wiggles her eyebrows and every muscle in my body hardens. I want to hurl her soft lush body against the wall and fuck her so hard she’ll need that damn wheelchair again, but I remind myself that she’s suffering from a real medical condition.

I’m a monster, but I’m not so far gone I don’t know mildly unethical from fucking evil. At some point she’s going to come to her senses and realize what I’ve done, and that could be a shit show, but it won’t matter. She can be as mad as a wet cat, this is happening. She’s mine and I’ll secure her into my life as more than my sister by any means necessary.

What would she say if one of the first things I did was fuck her like an animal as soon as I got her through the front door?

On the other hand, if I just go ahead and fuck a baby into her right now, by the time she remembers who she is, it will be too late. Which is sort of my plan. Like she said last night, easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

With a groan, I back away, dragging my phone out of my pocket, thinking up another lie on the spot. Dad wanted me to arrange to get the stuff from our old house out of storage, so I have an overnight bag and nothing else. But I can’t exactly send for those things, since that would require a shit ton of other explaining so I punt. “I’ll check on our luggage, I had a service that was supposed to deliver it for us so we could drive down in the Mustang.”

“Wow.” She gasps. “How much did we pack?”

“You don’t travel light, baby,” I say forcing a grin, kissing her lips, the taste of her lips sending me back into a lusty orbit. “And I’ll order some food. What do you want to eat, baby? It’s early but I’m sure I can get someone to deliver.”

She purses her lips, thinking for a moment. “That place we passed with the big flag that said…breakfastburrrrrrrrrr-itos!Extraspicy, like me.”

I shake my head as she turns away, singing and dancing and shaking her ass, remembering the doctors said, she might be different, and fuck, yeah, different she is. Old Mina hates spicy food. She won’t even be in same room with someone else eating it because she says the smell burns her nose. She’s not adventurous when it comes to food, except now she is.

And what other adventures is this new Mina gonna enjoy? I’m going to fucking find out.

That much I know.

Two hours later, she’s grinning as she wipes sweat from her brow, sitting across from me in a nearly-transparent white lace dress that shows off a red bra and panties underneath.

“That washot,” she says, licking her lips. “Like you.”

I nod in stunned silence by not only the outfit she picked out from the packages I had delivered, but just…her.

Since I had to think on my feet, telling her the luggage ‘service’ lost our bags, I got on the phone and ordered a bunch of stuff. I pulled in a few favors, having a couple of the of the dozens of high-end boutique stores in Harbor Shores open for a personal shopper I sent over. I told them to buy whatever they wanted, giving them Mina’s sizes. I had no idea what the new Mina would want and had it all delivered in short order. Still, when I saw what they’d picked out, I was sure Mina was going to freak the fuck out but she didn’t.

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