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The minute she begins speaking all I hear is music. My mind doesn’t latch onto a single word, instead focusing on the harmonic rhythm of her pitch as she effortlessly speaks. Public speaking is many adults’ greatest fear, yet here she is having just become an adult handling it with ease.
What would you expect from a girl who’s been fighting all her life? She’s scared of nothing, although if she knew the thoughts going through my mind right now she’d surely turn and run, or call on all the police officers and military in the state to lock me up for life. The things I want to do to that little body of hers. But it’s not just her body.
Her mind. Her soul. Her trust. I want it all. Need it to be whole.
Just like I need my cock buried inside her as I fill her with my seed, breeding her and making her mine forever.
I’d give every last cent I have to watch her belly grow big with my firstborn child…our child.
As she continues to talk I feel so damn proud, which should make no sense, but in fact, it completely does.
Daddy.
That’s exactly what I need to be to her. To help her life move forward, to support her, to be there for her to avoid life’s potholes.
This fire inside is burning out of control, this obsession cutting deep. I feel my eyes narrow, laser focused on her as I watch her from a good twenty yards. And then, as if right on cue, her eyes pick me out of the crowd, her whole face lighting up in recognition as her words stop momentarily.
“Sorry, I lost my train of thought.”
It’s okay, little one. I’ve felt the same way since I laid eyes on you too.
She looks so damn innocent, so perfect, so untouched…and so ready for me.
“Thank you, honey,” her dad says, placing his hand on her shoulder and practically jerking the mic from her hand as his face bunches up as he looks in my direction. Clearly, he doesn’t want me here, but I’m going to make it clear to him I don’t give a fuck what he thinks.
I’m here for one thing and one thing only.
Her.
And if I have to run right through him to get her I will. Happily.
If he tries to stop me, this time my forearm pressing firmly against his throat won’t stop. I won’t allow myself to be pulled off, because it’s clear something is up with this guy.
And I’m going to take him down.
My blood races through my body, and I feel my skin heating. I turn, moving back into the house. I need to calm down or I’m going to lose it right here and now. I take a few deep breaths but it’s not working.
I can’t catch my breath and when I rattle the door handle to the first bathroom I hear someone calls out, “Occupied.”
I move back into the main entry area of the home, catching sight of the stairs, and take them two at a time.
Nobody’s going to be upstairs now and surely there’s a bathroom around here where I can splash some water on my face and cool down for a second.
And maybe I’ll even take a second to look around the senator’s room, see what I see.
As I reach the top of the stairs I have two options, right and left.
I choose to go right and as I move down the hall I quickly realize it was the wrong choice…if I wan
ted to find a bathroom or see the senator’s room.
A door is slightly ajar and I can see the walls painted pink and hand drawn pictures of ponies, unicorns, and all kinds of other things on display.
I know who sleeps in this room, although I wouldn’t dare say call it her home. She didn’t even call it that in her own words, in her letter.
Looking left and right I see no one, and I slowly push open the door and slide in, carefully moving it back into position, slightly cracked as I don’t know if shutting it all the way arms an alarm that may be attached to it.
But the one who should really be alarmed is Destiny. Because when I see the top drawer of her dresser open, and panties with flowers and horses and seashells covering them I can’t resist, moving closer.
