Page 113 of Tempt Me

My nephew would be like a son to me, and that scared me so much. I needed Pharaoh to be his father, to help me navigate what the fuck I was doing.

Was he trying to distract me?

Fuck me, it’s working.

“No, no. I need an answer before I lose my ability to speak.”

Pharaoh stopped his tantalizing tease down my body and paused, reaching for the sheets and wrapping my wrists inside the fabric.

He leaned down on top of me and kissed me again.

“Call me Daddy, Little Voyeur.”

I burst out laughing, but the sound was cut off when he bit me and ground his hard cock into my stomach.

“I wasn’t kidding,” he growled, kissing the burn away from his bite. “Call me, Daddy.”

I looked up at him incredulously. I couldn’t believe he actually truly wanted to be with me or that he wanted to be a parent with me.

“Fine,” I said with a giggle. “Daddy.”

He growled, and it didn’t feel like a joke anymore.

“Mmm. That’s good, fucking Mama.”

I moaned and followed his grinding with my hips, practically begging him to pull the hospital gown up.

“Excuse me, nonparental language here, but would you kindly fuck me?”

Pharaoh laughed and popped the buttons of the hospital Johnny off my body with one yank of the fabric.

I yipped and watched as he undressed. His gorgeous body made me feverish, and I couldn’t believe he was mine. Truly mine.

“Open your legs, Little Voyeur. I’m about to make you a mother of two.”

I didn’t have time to respond. He slammed into my pussy, and I felt the world melt away. There was so much shit happening, but in this moment right now…we were one.

Forty

One Year Later

Iwatched my family from afar. My brother holding a toddler in a tux standing in front of his very obviously pregnant bride was everything I always wanted for that fucker. Gee and Zee were there, too, clapping and crying in the audience. The whole fucking gang was here. Babies and smiles. Happy tears and frilly outfits.

I don’t belong here.

I stepped further into the shadows and turned my back on the newlyweds. I kept tabs on my family to protect them from people like me.

My mind was a blank slate. My friends…Larry…they all left me. I had never felt so truly alone in my entire life. From my first memory, Larry was there, but after waking up on the rocks of that riverbed…everything was just…silent.

Pharaoh didn’t make the shot fatal. He should have. I was no good alive. I didn’t want to live my life in fucking silence. I had a plan. The irony of my pathetic existence was simply in my own name.

Judas: The Betrayer.

Maybe I was fated to betray those I loved. Destined to be the worst fuck up in the world. But like my biblical namesake, I knew when it was time to go.

I stayed alive this long to ensure Randall found someone to keep his bed warm and his cock wet, and I wanted to see Roe tie the damn knot because I was a sentimental asshole.

I walked the lines to the graveyard, stopping in front of one headstone I had come to know so well over the last year.