Page 85 of Unthinkable

“She’s not my biological daughter. She never was.”

Her head rears back, and she blinks.

“But that shouldn’t have made any difference to how you chose to treat her. Just like it made no difference to me until she made sure I had no choice but to pay attention to her.”

Immie slips beneath my arm, and I scan over her, pleased to find she’s fully dressed.

“Tell her what you did,” I coax as I point toward Amanda.

“I’m a little obsessed with him.”

I choke on her words. A little?

“So I poisoned you with the cookies you ate because I wanted Jensen to fuck me while you slept next to us, and I told him I was on birth control to encourage him to fuck me raw. Now I’m pregnant with his baby, and I already want more.”

Jesus, I want that too.

I wrap my arm around her and press my thick palm on her stomach.

Amanda’s wide-eyed expression would be priceless if I was interested in entertaining her reaction, but I’m really not.

What I want to do is put a bullet in her head so we can leave here and start our life together.

“Anything you want to say to her?” I tilt my head toward Amanda.

“Thank you for giving me my daddy.” Then she pushes up on her tiptoes and presses her lips against mine. “I’ll look after him. Always.” She kisses me again, then pulls back with love emanating from her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A breathtaking smile spreads over her face.

She pulls back, and I take my gun from behind my back and point it at Amanda.

“Thank you for giving me my little nightmare,” I mutter as I pull the trigger and deliver a swift bullet between her eyes.

“Can we go home now?” Immie asks without a care in the world.

She’s utterly mesmerizing, her eyes stormy and full of chaos, and for the first time ever, I see beyond the darkness, the savagery too. “We can, but we need to talk about what you’ve done.”

She pouts.

Fucking pouts, as if I just told her she couldn’t use the pool or something.

“Will you punish me?” She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and attempts to act innocent, but I know otherwise. She’s anything but.

“You know damn well I will,” I grunt as I entwine our hands and pull open the door.

Miko steps forward and glances over my shoulder toward Amanda. “You took your time,” he says, but his focus is locked on the pool of blood forming at Amanda’s feet.

“My little nightmare needed to be reminded of who she belongs to.” I grin manically.

“So I heard,” he grumbles, pushing past me, and we step out into the corridor.

“Can we come back here?” Immie asks, and my cock pays attention. “When you come home.”

When I’m home? Does she seriously think I’m planning to leave again? I’m right where I want to be.

“One step at a time, baby. I want you with me all the time.” I bring her hand to my lips. “If you thought your obsession was out of control, you’re about to discover Daddy can be insane too.”