Chapter 72

Chapter Seventy-Two

Oh, Beauty… That was a declaration of war!

I hope you’re aware of that. But don’t worry, I’ve got the right counterattack ready to show you that you shouldn’t have messed with me.

I would have done anything for you and changed myself for you. I had a grip on myself like never before in my life, and you… you violently ripped my newfound control away from me. And now you seriously think there are no consequences? I’ve been perfecting my plan for days. Just a little more, and then I’ll hit you where it hurts. Then you’ll crawl out of your little hiding place all by yourself and come to me. And then… I’ll show you what I do to people who betray me.

Thanks to you, I spent the whole day at the police station. Cute, Beauty. You wanted to frame me for Jenny’s murder, but it’s stupid when you have no evidence, no fingerprints, simply nothing to hold against me. Unfortunately, the slight suspicion of the ridiculous story that you gave them is not enough. Sorry, baby!

“Wow. You’ve been busy,” I greet June as I walk in the back door and stand in the already homey kitchen.

She’s been working in my house for days, decorating and setting it up as we discussed. Of course, I have allowed her to continue working for me. After all, I had promised her I would, and I’m sticking to it. Completely unselfishly, of course…

I look around the kitchen. The room has a very special and warm feel to it. It’s cozy here and yet not too feminine. June has nailed my taste with the dark furniture.

“Do you like it?” she asks, looking at me excitedly with her green eyes.

“Yes, I really like it,” I murmur down to her as I step up close to her. “And I like the person who conjured all this up. Seriously, June, this is amazing,” I gush, looking around the room again briefly before my gaze catches hers, and I push a bright strand of hair behind her ear.

It doesn’t fail to have an effect because in an instant, June smiles cutely and blushes shyly. Bingo!

I step a little closer to her, my fingers continuing to caress her—your—high cheekbones. Fuck, Beauty, she looks so much like you I don’t even really have to make an effort to imagine you. Even if I don’t want to because the anger is taking over, I miss you—more than I’ve ever missed anyone. I don’t know how another woman will ever replace you. Not even your daughter—your image—can make me get over you. Yet she is so beautifully impressionable. June does everything I ask of her. I know that. But still, she’s not you. No one is like you, and that’s the problem!

Fuck, Beauty! You were just perfect for me! But you had to destroy everything! You betrayed and deceived me; you wanted to put me behind bars! I can’t forgive you for that. That’s why I’m going to go through with it now. Even if she’s not you. I just want to feel your body tremble beneath me…

I slowly approach her lips, not wanting to be too forceful but wanting to take the next step. Over the last few days, I haven’t touched June and have avoided any physical contact she wanted to make with me. But now the time has come. With your step, you’re forcing me to do it.

My lips meet hers. She freezes at first because she can’t believe it. She has tried to bring this up many times, and now I am taking this step. Her full lips feel nothing like yours, yet I imagine I can taste you. Damn, you’re everywhere, fucking my head as hard and relentless as an involuntary ass-fuck in prison.

The kiss increases in intensity, so I dare to gently nudge my tongue against her full lips, begging for entrance. A tremor runs through her petite body before June wraps her arms around my neck, pulls me toward her, and willingly opens her sweet mouth for me. She tastes good. Lovely, just the way she is. Different from you, and yet I can taste you. You are omnipresent. What will it be like to fuck her? Having my cock inside your daughter and thinking about you—about us and our fantastic sex?

“You’re so beautiful, little June,” I murmur against her soft lips, nibbling as I let my hands wander.

Her curves resemble yours, yet she doesn’t come close to you. No one can. You are perfect. Fuck! I want you back. I want us back. I don’t want to seduce your daughter and make her do what I’m about to ask her to do. I want to fuck you. Make you scream and hear you moan my name. I want your claws, little lioness. I want you!

One excited gasp after another squeezes out of her as she, too, explores my body with her hands, only much more tentatively than me. I’m about to slide my hand into her pants. I’m curious to see how she feels down there. The same as you? Different? Tighter?

A loud moan erupts from June as I slide my fingers through her folds, directing her to the table so she can sit on it. How well you’d do on that table… Your sexy ass begging me to spank it again. Fuck, I’m so fucking hard, and it’s not because of your daughter. Baby, you’re fucking me, and you’re only doing it by being in my head and otherwise unavailable to me.

“Do you want it?” I mumble against her lips, interrupting everything I do to make her answer me honestly.

She immediately nods vigorously and pulls me back to her lips to continue kissing me, wiggling her pelvis. My fingers thrust once hard into her damn tight pussy, making her moan loudly against my lips.

No, she’s nothing like you, Beauty. June is pretty as a picture, cute, and well-behaved. But you, baby, are a lioness. A big cat, and you want to be fucked and tamed like one. I need that. I need your claws. Baby, give me back your claws. Let me fuck you so wonderfully hard again. I want you so much! And what do I get? Your likeness is not even remotely like yours. Then, that blonde hair. It makes me sick because I know it’s from her jerk father.

Even though nothing about this excites me anymore because it’s just you that excites me, and I’ve only been running around like a horny teen because of you, I still go through with it and fuck June to seventh heaven until she screams with ecstasy several times. But it’s not your heavenly screaming. Not your divine pussy, which nestles so perfectly around my hard cock and spoils it with its muscles. Nothing feels like it does with you because only you were perfect for me.

As I pull out of your daughter, I give her a soft smirk. Panting and sweaty, she is still lying on the dining table, grinning at me with satisfaction. My imagination tricks me again, and I see you before me. But I can’t see you anymore. You betrayed me. You tried to lock me away like an animal, but you’re the big cat here.

So I will not deviate from my plan. Maybe it’s a good thing that I’ve had several rounds with June because, hopefully, my cock will be quiet when you come roaring angrily at my door. Roar for me, little lioness…

“Beautiful,” I murmur as I look at her and bend down to her again. “Just… oh, nothing,” I break off and straighten up before getting into my shorts.

“What?” June demands to know and steps close behind me.

Her soft lips meet my back. She’s sassier than she seems at first glance.

Smirking, I turn to her and play with one of her blonde strands.

“You wanted to say something,” she probes further, and I can see the uncertainty rising in her—your—beautiful eyes.

That’s hard, Beauty. Those eyes shouldn’t radiate fear or uncertainty. It’s like a knife to me. But I guess we both have to get through it now.

“You’re beautiful and incredibly sexy. I just thought…, dark hair with those beautiful eyes and face would suit you. But I guess that’s a matter of taste. Sorry.”

I kiss her and give her hair another penetrating look before returning to get fully dressed.

“I’ve often thought about dying my hair dark…” I hear from behind me.

A grin steals onto my lips. That was almost too easy. But June is insecure about a real man who says what he wants and takes it. She hasn’t had much sexual experience either, which I’m sure you’ll be pleased to hear.

June stands close to me and plays with her hair as she looks up at me.

“Oh really? I think that’s a great idea, and I’d love it. But it’s up to you. I have no right to talk you into it. After all, we’re not together, and you make your own decisions.”

June thinks for a moment before she smiles again and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Do you want to take me to the hairdresser?” she asks in a cute voice.

“I’d love to. Maybe you’ll be in for a joyful surprise,” I grumble in her ear and nibble lightly, making her sigh softly. “Come on then. Get dressed. I know a place that’s sure to fit you in,” I interrupt our little make-out session, which might otherwise have degenerated again. Little Miss Insatiable. You and your little daughter have more in common than just your looks.

Let’s see what you have to say about her little change…