Chapter 5

Benjamin

Doctor.

I like it.

I like her.

She’s mine now.

Bukowski once said, find what you love and let it kill you.

I have found mine—Madelaine—and she’s certainly going to be the death of me.

I pulled her dress down and dragged the zipper all the way to the top. Her scent filled my nostrils.

Cherry blossom in the rain.

That’s what she smells like.

She’s so beautiful and soft, her skin creamy as fuck. I take in the sight of her round, perky ass in the blue dress she’s wearing. It’s so short it stops just below her ass, leaving her pale thighs exposed.

Thighs I want to bury my head between.

I don’t know what the hell came over me, but the moment I saw her I saw everything my life that had been missing.

She’s a beauty beyond comprehension, with short, full brown hair and large doe eyes hidden behind her glasses.

An innocent geek.

I bet she hasn’t even seen a cock before.

She’s sweet and innocent—you can see it in her dainty frame. Curves exactly where they should be, her hips and her tits.

It’s been almost two decades since I’ve noticed a woman like this or felt sexual attraction at all. Sometimes I’d even forget I had a dick.

But now it’s painfully aware of Madelaine.

Just the sight of her makes blood rush to my cock.

Oh, all the things I want to do to her.

I know I shouldn’t see her this way. She’s Billy’s daughter and she’s only nineteen. I’m supposed to protect her, not ruin her innocence.

But I can’t help it.

Especially when she looks at me with those pretty eyes and squirms under my touch.

I want her pretty fingers wrapped around my cock, stroking me slowly.

This is so fucking strange.

If I haven’t felt anything in so long, why now?

Why Madelaine?

“Thank you, Doctor,” she said, walking away.

My dick twitched in my pants.

I literally can’t take my eyes off her.

It’s impossible.

She has a pretty pink birthmark around her right eye, shaped like a flower.

She’s fucking divine.

Billy would have my head on a spike if he knew what was going on inside my head right now.

But strangely… it doesn’t bother me.

He trusts her completely with me because he believes I wouldn’t even look at her twice.

But I’m doing worse.

I’m imagining her cuffed to my bed.

We got on our way to Billy’s prison, and once we arrived they let us in without questioning.

“Dad!” Madelaine shouted, running straight into Billy’s arms.

I stepped away to give them space and waited patiently.

I still don’t know how word got out that Billy has the ledger two powerful mafia leaders want so badly, but that’s how it works in the dirty world we live in.

Billy is in jail, so he’s safe from them. Even if he wasn’t, they still wouldn’t be able to touch him.

But they found his weakness.

For years Billy managed to keep the secret that he had a daughter growing up in London.

But secrets don’t stay buried forever.

I may be mad.

But I’m not evil.

Professor is.

And if he ever gets anywhere close to Madelaine, he wouldn’t kill her.

No.

When he’s done with her, she’ll find death herself.

He’s a monster.

That’s why it’s important to keep Madelaine far away from him.

No one will touch her if she’s with me.

But it would be stupid to underestimate the enemy.

It’s not just Professor anymore.

Sergei too.

And I don’t trust either of them not to challenge me.

Madelaine isn’t just Billy’s daughter anymore.

She’s mine.

And the world will burn before I let anything happen to her.

We will be safe in the cabin.

Just the two of us.

The Mad Doctor and his new obsession.

My queen.

My beautiful Snow White.

It’s been less than twenty-four hours, but I don’t care about anything else anymore.

She’s all that matters.

I waited long enough until they finished talking, then it was time for us to leave.

They were getting emotional, and it irritated me.

Irritation is the only emotion I’m technically capable of feeling.

“Go wait in the car,” Billy told Madelaine, wanting to talk to me alone.

I passed the keys to her.

“Jail suits you,” I smirked.

“Thank you. I owe you my life. Thank you for choosing to do this,” Billy said.

I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly.

We’ve been friends for as long as I can remember. He means a lot to me.

Yet I still don’t know how to deal with this emotional shit with him or Hermione.

“It’s okay. You’ve done more for me,” I told him.

We attempted what felt like an awkward, failed hug.

“She’s all I have, Ben,” he said.

“She’ll be fine. See you in the fall,” I said, nudging his shoulder before turning to leave.

I have never felt guilt in my life.

I’ve only read about it.

But as I walked away from him, I was pretty sure the strange feeling in my chest was guilt.

For the thoughts I was having about his little girl.

We left.

I took Madelaine to a flower shop because she seemed sad.Then I took her to my library so she could pick out a few books. I heard she likes reading, and the cabin has terrible reception.

We picked up a few other things and then headed home.

“We’re leaving tomorrow,” I told her. “Our flight is scheduled for eleven p.m.”

She nodded.

“I’ll pack as soon as we get back to the house,” she said.

She’s clearly affected by me.

I mean… who isn’t?

If I felt attraction or wanted sex like most men do, I would have fucked nearly every woman I’ve ever met.

But with Madelaine it’s different.

I like that she gets flustered when I buy her flowers.

I like the way she squirms every time I touch her.

It drives me crazy.

Later that night I woke up around three in the morning to use the bathroom.

Madelaine was sleeping beside me.

My eyes widened when I noticed that her little top had shifted, exposing her nipple.

Fuck.

Blood rushed straight to my cock.

It throbbed painfully in my sweatpants as I stared at her nipple, completely unable to look away.

I wanted to wrap my lips around it.

Suck on it slowly until it turned red and sore.

Her breasts looked soft.

Full.

Heavy.

I palmed my cock.

This is worse than I thought.

I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself.

By this time tomorrow we’ll be in a cabin in the woods where there’s nothing but trees for seventeen kilometers. She’s going to break me so badly that I’ll be on my knees, slurping her pussy juices like I need it to live.