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  I nod, prepared to agree to anything, as long as Rex keeps touching and kissing me. No, not just touching and kissing. I want it all. I want that final act that’s going to make me feel complete. That’s going to mark me as Rex’s forever.

  I trail my fingers down his stomach and circle his length, sticking out my bottom lip. “Does this big part of you hurt, Daddy?”

  His close-mouthed groan sounds like surrender. “Hurts like a motherfucker.”

  “But…how do we make it stop hurting?”

  Asking him these questions to which I already know the answer is as natural as breathing. Like I’ve been preparing for it all my life.

  “Ain’t got a rubber on me, girl.” Sweat is beginning to appear on his forehead, his expression one of pain. “And goddamn. I just know I’d fuck you good and pregnant on the first try.”

  My forehead wrinkles. “What’s a rubber, Daddy?”

  Right in front of my eyes, Rex sails past his breaking point. I don’t have time to savor the victory, though, because his coarse hand wedges between my thighs, twisting and ripping the crotch of my panties. “Lord forgive me,” Rex grinds out, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. “Lord forgive me.”

  I move further and further into a different version of myself as Rex positions his arousal where I’ve been begging him to put it. I’m still Clara, but now also I’m Rex’s little girl and I’ve never felt more at home in my skin.

  “It’s so big, Daddy,” I whisper with wide eyes. “Do you have to hurt me to make your own hurt go away?”

  “Sometimes, girl. Yes.” He shoves the first few inches of himself inside me, his mouth falling open against mine. Breathing heavy along with me. “There are times I won’t have a choice. Little pussies make Daddies angry sometimes, because we know we shouldn’t wreck ’em, but forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. It’s just the way of the world.”

  I shake my head, bite my lip. “I won’t tell.”

  “That’s a good girl. That’s what’ll keep Daddy coming back for more. Just before you fall asleep in your pretty princess bed, Daddy might have to come in and get angry, but he’ll put your panties back on and give you nice kisses afterwards.” His hand finds my right butt cheek, gripping it hard. “Let me see how brave you are.”

  Knowing I can’t make a sound, I bury my face in his neck and nod. The flesh of my right butt cheek is screaming from abuse and Uncle Rex uses that grip now to shove me all the way down on his steel flesh. Pain cuts through me like a dagger. He’s too huge, too thick, but instead of screaming those concerns, I only whimper into his neck. And I focus on him, because his reaction to being inside me eases the discomfort considerably.

  “Jesus Christ almighty, that’s some tight cunt.” His head is thrown back against the chair, his mouth open wide, chest thundering up and down. There’s a pulsing, pulsing between my thighs and I realize it’s the veins in his big penis. “How the fuck am I supposed to get a ride without comin’ in two damn seconds?”

  There’s some stirring behind me on the couch, but I ignore it and start to move my hips, instinctually trying to ease Rex’s misery. “Don’t you like me tight, Daddy?”

  “Ahhh shit, girl. Daddy loves you tight. Means ain’t nobody come in this princess hole but me. And that’s the way it’s going to stay.” The rest of my pain fades away when Rex leans in and gives me a slow, loving kiss. His hands frame my hips, helping me climb to the head of his erection and wiggle back down. “You make Daddy so happy moving like that. Letting me rub you on the inside. Does it feel good?”

  I gasp when my clit grazes his base and tingles move into my belly, tightening the muscles. “Y-yes.”

  His smile is hard when he catches my jaw, tilting it up. “Yes, what?”

  Excitement shivers down my back. “Yes, Daddy. It feels good.”

  That hold on my jaw tightens just a touch. “And we don’t tell anyone what happens when we’re alone and Daddy takes your panties off, do we, girl?”

  “No, Daddy. I promise.”

  When I start to ride him faster, his eyelids droop, his hips rolling up to meet me, upper lip pulled up in a snarl. “I don’t want to have to tell everyone how you’ve been teasing me. Sitting on my lap and twirling those pigtails around your finger. Changing in your bedroom with the door open. Daddy had no choice.”

  My thighs start to tremble on either side of his hips. “Sorry. I’m sorry.”

  “That’s okay, little girl,” he rasps. One big hand slides up under my nightshirt and cups my breast, squeezing it tight and pinching the nipple between two rough knuckles. “Having our nighttime secret is going to make it all better.”

  The blanket covering me begins to slip off my shoulders, but I can’t tell Rex, because my vocal cords are no longer working. I can barely breathe. The orgasm is beginning to crumble me, starting deep in my belly and spreading to the insides of my thighs, my core. Mindlessly, I ride Rex harder and harder, finding that place where I can grind my clit side to side, up and back. Oh God. Oh Jesus.

  “Now look at you, teasing little girl. You’re going to make Daddy breed you if you keep that up.” His hips are jerking in violent upthrusts now. Drives that rattle my teeth and make me dizzy, along with his words. Words that are wrong and right and everything I’ve fantasized about since I can remember. “Is that what you want? You want everyone to look at your swollen belly and know Daddy couldn’t take it anymore?”

  I throw myself forward on Rex’s chest and sob into his shoulder, my climax picking me up and shaking me, rocking me to the very foundation. Rex’s big body tenses beneath me and begins to quake, low, animal groans in his throat. Hot spurts well up inside me, one after the other, Rex’s hands still guiding me up and back in relentless yanks, until hot stickiness begins to leak out where our bodies join. And it doesn’t stop. Rex has more to give me. He picks me up by the waist and bounces me up and down several times, his erection still spilling seed, his jaw clenched so tight I worry he’ll break it. Even though I’m replete, I continue to service him until he’s completely spent and he crooks his finger to bring me close, his arms folding around me in an embrace.

  A safe one. The one I’ve been longing for.

  Several minutes later, Rex wraps me in the blanket and carries me from the now-empty living room.

  Chapter Ten

  Rex

  I throw an arm over my eyes to block the morning light.

  Christ, I feel fucking great. There’s my first clue that I’m not in my bunk out on the boat. My chest is light, my cock is hard…I’m actually glad it’s morning. There’s something to look forward to. A weight falls from the ceiling and lands on my gut.

  No, not something. Someone.

  Clara.

  I jackknife in bed, my gaze falling to the empty spot beside me in the bed. Where is she? Where’s my little girl? I almost roar the question to the cabin in general, because I need a goddamn answer right now. She slept in my arms all night, her adorable tush tucked up against my junk. Man, she sleeps like the dead. When I carried her into my bedroom—instead of the guest room she claimed yesterday—she was already sawing ladylike logs, her head lolling against my shoulder.

  The privilege of laying her down on my bed and cleaning the virgin blood off her inner thighs turned me into a possessive motherfucker. I knew she wasn’t in danger last night, but I still stayed awake until the wee hours, waiting to slaughter anyone who posed her danger. This is it. We opened the door last night and I can’t close it now.

  She’s mine. She’s mine and she’s not in this bed. Therefore, I’m pissed. Rudy and Hank don’t have a death wish, so they won’t lay a finger on her. But I know too well how Clara likes to dress. And if I’m not there to make sure they keep their eyes to themselves, they’re going to see too much of what’s mine.

  Not to mention, I’ve got a hard-on here that needs attention. I could visualize Clara riding me hell bent for leather—the way she did last night—and give myself a quick jerk job. I experienced the b
est last night, though, and I’ll never be satisfied with anything but my niece’s pussy until the day I die.

  “Clara.” I throw my legs over the side of the bed and pull on my jeans. “Where you at, girl?”

  Not getting an answer, I stomp from the room without bothering with a shirt. There’s no one in the living room, but I hear water running in the kitchen, so I head in that direction. When I walk inside, there’s no Clara, though. Only my two friends, who are back to looking like outraged church ladies. Not surprising, considering I fucked my niece in front of them last night. But hell, once she called me Daddy, there was no stopping. Not having claimed her virginity was driving me insane. Couldn’t even take the extra minutes of waiting to get her somewhere private. It had to be now, now, now.

  I clear my throat. “Where is she?”

  “Good morning to you, too,” Hank blusters.

  Rudy pours a cup of coffee, taking his time adding sugar and milk. “She went for a walk.”

  “A walk?” I bellow. “Alone? Where?”

  “She’s only been gone about ten minutes,” Hank says, leaning back against the counter. “Let the girl enjoy some nature.”

  “Hell, she’s already caught herself a bear,” Rudy drawls.

  My asshole friends high five each other.

  I snatch up the communal set of cabin keys. “Which direction did she head? If something happens to her, you’re both dead.”

  “Said she wanted to see the lake.”

  Lake? Jesus, she could drown. Or get bitten by something. Or trip over a tree branch and cut herself. Don’t these idiots know Clara has balance issues?

  No, they don’t. And that’s the only thing that stops me from shutting their lights out. It would waste time, anyway, and I need to find my little girl. Still not bothering with a shirt—or shoes—I stomp from the cabin and head toward the lake. It’s not far, but during the five-minute walk, I picture every bad thing on the planet happening to her. She could be in pain and calling for me—

  What I see instead when I reach the lake turns my vision dark, bloody red.

  Clara is knee deep in the lake, wearing nothing but a yellow bikini. A tiny scrap of one that’s already gotten wet, clinging to her pussy and tits like a second skin.

  Two young men in their early twenties wade in her direction, outfitted in fishing gear. I don’t know what the hell passes for handsome, but they sure as shit ain’t as ugly as me.

  “Hey there. You lost?”

  “No,” Clara says, backing away. “I’m staying with my uncle and his friends. They’re on the way here to meet me.”

  “That so? Well, we’ve got our own cabin over yonder. It’s real nice,” says one of the boys, taking off his hat and letting it smack against his thigh. “Why don’t you come with us and hang out?”

  “Can’t have enough friends, can you?” says the other, smiling a little too brightly, like a toothpaste commercial actor. “I’m sure your uncle won’t mind.”

  There isn’t a chance I’m letting Clara go off with these boys, but there’s a part of me that wants to see her make that decision. Needs to know she’ll choose me.

  “You better get out of here before my uncle shows up. He won’t like other men talking to me.” She lifts her chin. “I don’t like it, either.”

  The young men exchange a look that turns my stomach and they begin wading toward Clara again. “Come on, now,” says one of them. “You’re not being very friendly. We just want to make nice.”

  I’ve heard enough. The blood in my veins is boiling, a roar pressing against the insides of my throat. Hands in fists, I storm the water and let loose a sound that carries clear across the lake, echoing off the mountains. The boys drop their poles and try to run, but I reach them in three quick lunges, catching them both by the collars and slamming their heads together. Taking advantage of their dizziness, I spin the first one around and cold cock him once, twice, letting him drop into the water. The second guy throws a right hook at me, but it’s like getting tapped by a fly swatter. He attempts to escape when I barely register his punch, but I don’t allow it. Oh no. I saw the way he looked at my niece and he’s going to pay.

  One shot puts his lights out. His friend, who is only somewhat coherent, drags the man toward the shore. I start to follow, intending to inflict more harm, but Clara steps in front of me. “Don’t. Please.” Tears run down her cheeks. “Just hold me.”

  My hands close around her shoulders and I give her a good shake. “I should paddle your ass, girl,” I grit out. “Where the fuck are your clothes?”

  She chews her lip. “I was coming for a swim.” Her gaze moves lower to my chest and stomach, followed by a quick intake of air. “You’re not wearing a shirt.”

  “So what?”

  “I haven’t seen all the h-hair and tattoos before.” Under my watch, her nipples turn to little points inside the triangles of her bikini top, her eyes glazing over. “Y-you…I-I…like the way you look.”

  My dick grows swollen behind my fly. Somewhere deep down, I expected her to find me an ugly bastard below the neck. I’ve got anchors and treasure maps and ship masts inked all over me, but half of them aren’t visible, thanks to the pelt of black hair on my arms and chest. She actually likes this? More than she likes the look of those two kids her own age? I shake myself. “Stop trying to distract me, Clara. You’re in trouble.”

  “I know.”

  “They were fittin’ to carry you off somewhere, goddammit.”

  Her lower lips starts to wobble. “You have a cut under your eye.” She takes me by the hand and tugs until I follow her out of the water, my anger turning black at seeing how little of her ass is covered by the bikini bottoms. When we reach the shore, she goes down to her knees in the spot she left her backpack. She unzips the front pocket and pulls out a box of Band-Aids. I throw a glance across the lake to make sure the young men are long gone, and when I return my attention to Clara, I notice something. She’s holding the box right in front of her face, nose winkled, eyes squinted as she tries to find the opening.

  “Clara.”

  “Sorry, it’s so hard to find the little flap…”

  I take the box out of Clara’s hands and pull her to her feet. “Answer me something.” She nods and waits as I take a few paces backwards, holding up the Band-Aids. “Read the red words near the bottom.”

  She squints for a second, a pout playing around her mouth. “I can’t.”

  When I see my brother and sister-in-law, I’m going to tell them they’re a couple pieces of shit. Seriously, how did they miss something this obvious while living with her every day? “You need glasses, girl. That’s why you’ve been falling down all over the damn place.”

  Pink appears in her cheeks. “But…really? You think so?”

  “We’ll go see the eye doctor today.” I toss the box toward her backpack, then pin her with a look. “This don’t mean you’re not in trouble.”

  My leftover rage drains right out of me when Clara launches herself at me, wrapping her arms tight around my waist. “Thank you, Uncle Rex.”

  With a grunt, I pull her closer, wondering how long the squeeze in my chest can last without killing me. “You want to go for a swim, you bring me with you next time. Men see a sweet thing barely clothed and alone, they don’t care that you belong to someone else. They just want to take.”

  Her head comes up, face full of hope. “I wasn’t sure if you’d still feel the same in the morning. That’s why I came out here alone. I was worried.” She slides her fingers into my chest hair. “But…you said I belong to you.”

  “That’s right. Meant it.” I widen my stance and tug her hips up against mine. Groaning when she writhes on my fuck-ready cock. “I tried to do the right thing. But the wrong thing feels too goddamn good.”

  “It’s not wrong,” she murmurs, giving me big, earnest doe eyes. “Your friends know about us and they’re still your friends, aren’t they? Some people might have a problem with us, but we probably wouldn’t have l
iked those idiots, anyway.”

  A laugh rumbles out of my chest, surprising me. “You’re a fierce little thing when you want something, aren’t you?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve only ever wanted you this much,” she says, pulling me down for a slow kiss.

  About two seconds of her sugar tongue and I’m ready to bang her doggy style, right here on the shore, but I sense her holding back. “What’s going on in your gorgeous head?”

  She drops back on her heels. “I, um…will you tell me what happened between you and my stepdad?” A frown draws her eyebrows together. “He said you blacken everything and I know you believe that. That you’ll blacken me. I want to know what happened so I can tell you it’s all nonsense.”

  Can I tell her? I haven’t told anyone about my past. Never even considered it. Why would I volunteer the information that I’m the family bastard? With Clara’s encouraging touch and maybe a deep-seated need to be free of the secret, though, I find myself telling her. “My mother had a one-night stand and got pregnant with me—and it happened while she was married. She decided to go through with raising me, even though her husband didn’t want the reminder of what she’d done. How she’d betrayed him. Later, they had a second child. Their child. That child is your stepfather now.”

  I shrug off the years of disgust being leveled in my direction, every time I left my small room in the cellar. Instead I focus on Clara’s sympathetic eyes, her hands as they stroke up and down my chest.

  “I got a job when I turned thirteen and tried to pay my way, but…I think my mother regretted keeping me. I was always that elephant in the room and her husband never stopped being bitter. I…did blacken everything in their world.”

  “No, Rex.” Her outage is so cute—so welcome and unexpected—my throat begins to ache. “How dare they blame a child? They should have known the betrayal was theirs and never held it against you.” She sputters a little bit. “They’re the ones that blackened everything. You…you make everything brighter for me. That’s how I know they were wrong and this is right.”