Page 10 of Make You Beg

But it’s not her view that causes my breath to catch.

It’s the girl behind her. The one I locked eyes with, who was peeking at us from the glass doors a few minutes ago. Our gazes interlock again, those intriguing, big brown eyes set on me before she breaks contact.

She looks around my age, long brown hair with hints of pink, pulled back, and a dress that gives me doll-straight-out-of-the-package vibes.

She’s fucking beautiful, and I want to take her out of that plastic package and corrupt her.

An animalistic instinct awakens in me with her presence. My heart’s beating so fast. It almost pushes me to go feral.

Be strong, Kayden. Be fucking strong.

I want to press my fingers against her throat and tighten my grip and watch the light disappear from her eyes.

The woman approaches us, and my father stands up.

“Oh, darling. You’re here.” He leans in for a kiss.

His whole posture relaxes as the woman massages the back of his head and gives him a peck. The view is both repulsive and fascinating at the same time.

I’ve never seen my father act like such a pussy.

“Sorry, we’re late.”

“That’s alright. Take a seat, my dears.” My father turns to face me. “Kayden, this is my fiancée, Miranda. And that’s Madelyn, her daughter. Your new sister.” He directs his attention to them again. “Ladies, my son, Kayden.”

“Hi, Kayden. It’s so nice to finally meet you. You’re so tall and handsome.” Miranda’s compliments goes in one ear and out the other. Sugar coating doesn’t work for me.

“Take a seat, dears.” My dad motions for them to sit down. The words hit a nerve with him. He doesn’t like to repeat himself. “Food is here, and we should eat before it gets cold.”

Finally, the two of them sit down.

Miranda, next to my father. And Madelyn, on the seat next to mine.

Her big doll-like eyes gaze at me with clear interest. She doesn’t say a word.

“Do I have something on my face?” I ask.

“N-no.” I succeeded in my mission of getting her to talk. “S-sorry.”

Her voice is nothing like I imagined. Actually, it’s exactly like I imagined. Sweet and soft.

A fucking angel in disguise.

It makes me want to jerk off under the table and ruin her stupid dress.

I hate it.

“Then what are you looking at?” I mutter.

“You.”

She’s more honest than I expected. No bullshit with her.

“Hi. Brother, I guess.” She gives me an attempt at a half-smile. A dimple forms on one corner of her cheek.

I bite my tongue, almost extracting blood.

Fuckity fuck.