Little Brats Jenna: Forbidden Taboo Erotica Read Online Free PDF Page B

acknowledge her words, cringing at the memory.
    “You cut it shorter.” He sniffed at her neck as he petted her hair.
    He sniffed again, and she felt him stiffen. Now he would remember, make the connection that his brain hadn’t before.
    “You smell different.” His hand moved through her hair, over her shoulder, down her body as he rolled off her onto his elbow. “Maybe it’s just been too long, but something… feels different. You feel different. Maybe I’m going crazy, but this… it feels almost like the first time we’ve ever been together. I can’t explain it.”
    “I can,” she dared in her own voice. She felt him freeze as she said the words. Then she said it again, just to jog her memory. “Daddy.”
    “What?” He pushed away from her, moving to stand.
    She sat up, searching for something to cover herself with, but there was nothing. Light flooded the room, making her blink to adjust to the change. It took a few moments for her vision to clear, to be able to see Scott standing beside the bed, naked, his half sheathed cock dripping with her juices, as he stood like a statue staring at her, open-mouthed.
    “Jenna?” he whispered, horrified.
    She turned to him on the bed, not hiding herself, but preparing for anything. Squared shoulders, stiff back, she faced him head on now as she waited for the proverbial shit to hit the fan.
    “I can explain,” she said.
    He didn’t move. He didn’t say anything. His arms straightened beside him as his fingers curled into fists. He cocked his head at her, incredulous.
    “Listen to me,” she said, blinking back the tears that blurred her vision. “I’m the one who’s been writing to you.”
    “You?” he breathed, shaking his head, trying to make sense of her words. “But Jeanie…”
    “She didn’t even open them!” Jenna cried. “She shoved them to the back of a drawer. I found them. I was the one who opened them. I was the one who read them. I was the one who cared enough to write you back.”
    “Oh Jenna…” His expression was pained, tortured.
    “She ruined your life,” she reminded him.
    “She’s my wife.” He groaned, sitting beside her on the bed, head in his hands. “You’re my daughter. ”
    “She only married you for your money,” Jenna blurted.
    “Jenna, stop.” He held a hand up, shaking his head, turning from her. She couldn’t let this happen.
    “It’s true!” She grabbed his forearm, thick and strong. “You don’t understand. It was her and my father—Keith, my real father—he planned it. The whole thing. He divorced her so she could marry you. Don’t you see?”
    “What?” He turned to look at her, confusion in his eyes. “What?”
    “She embezzled the money and she gave it all to him,” she told him. “That’s why they never found the money.”
    “I…” He shook his head again, blinking fast, trying to absorb what she’d said.
    “My heart broke for you when I found out,” she went on. “I just had to do something. They destroyed your life. You gave up everything—your business, your family, your freedom—for nothing. She never loved you.”
    “But her letters…”
    “They were from me. ” She reached out and touched his cheek. “They were all from me. I’m the one who told you how much I loved you, how much I wanted you—and I do. I do. ”
    “It was you?” He pressed his hand over hers to his cheek. “It was you. ”
    She nodded, letting it sink in. She couldn’t help her tears. They came unbidden and she let them fall, never taking her gaze from his.
    “Oh, sweetheart.” He gathered her into his arms and she let him, needing the feel of his warm flesh against hers. She sank into his full embrace. As she cried through continued whispers of apologies, in return, he ran his hand over her hair, soothing her by shushing her. Her mind went back to a time, not that long ago, when she’d had her heart broken by a guy and he’d held her tight, whispering to her about all that she was, all