Page 40 of Wanted

“Naturally, I went and got a girl pregnant. A Nigerian Greek one at that. She was on tour with some heavyweight star, passing through Chicago. Months later, she showed up with the baby in her arm. I gave up working odd jobs for little money, and I started helping Travis with his work. That earned me enough money to get the girl a roof over her head. Eventually, we married. She kept singing, but the baby held her back. I wasn’t the most supportive husband. I worked a lot, and I never gave her any time to herself. After a while, we separated. She found a new man, one that had a good name. I seized to exist for the public, going underground.”

“That’s when I pop in,” Fylox commented dryly.

“Yes,” Jordan confirmed. “I returned to my son’s life when his best friend was abducted, and his mother asked me to find the boy. It took me a very long time. I only involved Travis at the end as a last resort. His help around the end of the decade gave us the final push we needed. We found Fylox. We bought him from the last man that had him, and then we got rid of the guy.”

“That’s why we’re so indebted to Travis. He married Felicita, and he saved me,” Fylox uttered nonchalantly. “Wonderful. Simply wonderful.”

“Felicita is your sister?” I asked.

He confirmed it with a nod.

Felicita, make a choice. Should I fuck Valentina or Kamila? Who do you think has the tighter pussy? Who fits my cock better? No, don’t be shy now. Stop crying. It won’t get you out of here any faster. I hear your little daughter likes to dance? I can set up a pole in my throne room, and she can come by to show me her tricks.

I swallowed. I’d never heard Aram say that, but he might as well have said it. Suddenly, I felt sick. Valentina had been so young when Aram had made Felicita choose between us… “I think I should get back inside. I’m sleepy all of a sudden.”

“Of course,” Jordan claimed.

I stood up, and I rushed inside. I yanked the winter jacket from my body, and I hurried to my bedroom. As I turned the doorknob, a cold hand touched my shoulder.

“My bedroom. Now.”

I shuddered. Carefully, I inhaled. I exhaled. My shoulders were tense. My heart felt heavy. Each step I took was filled with uncertainty.

Fylox shut the door behind us. I couldn’t turn to glance at him.

“Undress. You’re sleeping here tonight,” he informed me with an eerie calm tone.

“I’m not…”

“Shut up and do as you’re told,” Fylox demanded.

I’d be lying if I said his commanding voice didn’t turn me on. He wanted me naked? I’d give him nude. I slid out of my clothes, leaving my panties on. Nudity didn’t bother me. He’d have to do much worse than that.

Cunts like you do as told. Ride my dick, just like that. Are you on the pill yet? Better get a shot unless you want to carry around your son and your brother at the same time. It hasn’t been done before, but I like being the first. I enjoy that I’m the only one who’s ever fucked your dirty cunt. I’ll be your last one, too.

Fylox took off his clothes, remaining in his underwear. He settled on his bed, patting the space next to him. I joined him there with my heart beating its way out of my chest.

“You know,” he began. “It’s interesting what Jordan said earlier. He loves his little sister so much. They don’t look alike. They don’t share the same name. But as far as they’re concerned, they’re a family, and families look out for one another.”

I nodded.

“Take your panties off.”

I did as told, discarding them. They were wet.

“If you touch yourself, I’ll punish you for it. I think you won’t like that punishment at all.”

“You don’t know what I like,” I countered, shaking. My nipples were erect. The throbbing between my legs was uncontrollable. I swallowed.

“I know much more than you think.”

I shuddered. If he used that tone on me one more time, I’d touch myself so that he could punish me to an orgasm. I could take anything he dished out. I really could.

Could I? Why did I shake harder than I ever did when Aram put his hands on me?

“Sometimes, I wonder what we’re doing here. We don’t need to babysit two spoiled rich girls,” Fylox spat, and I winced.

“I told you to send me away multiple times..”