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I thought I could control myself.
I thought I could give her just the tip.
But every inch of my body is screaming at me to bury myself inside her, fill her with my cum, then watch as it drips from her pretty cunt.
Her lips tip upwards. ‘You feel so fucking good, sir.’
The little brat smirks at me like she can sense I’m wavering.
I pull out, then nudge back in slowly. She moans and writhes beneath me. ‘Lie still,’ I growl, and her lips stretch wider.
Some submissive she’s going to make, yet part of me loves her defiance. Loves the way she’s testing me. Hell, I love every damn thing about her.
I need to come.
And I need it now.
I drag myself out of her, and she whimpers. ‘I’m going to come all over your transcendent tits, baby.’ I haul myselffrom on top of her body, stand, then free her wrists from the restraints. ‘Stroke your pussy for me.’
I free her wrists, then wrap my hands around my swollen cock and pump. She rocks up to a sitting position, spreads her thighs wide and fucks herself with her fingers.
It takes mere seconds until my release rips through me. White hot pleasure bursts all over my body. My balls tighten. Then hot ropes of cum hit her tits, and she cries out as her own orgasm consumes her.
I drag my fingers through the mess I made on her chest, swirling it around each nipple, marking her as mine.
Because she is mine.
She will agree to my conditions.
Because there’s no other alternative for either of us.
And from the emotions flitting over her face, she’s beginning to realise it.
‘You were fucking phenomenal.’ I press a kiss to her temple, and she smiles. ‘I’ll go get your dress and we’ll get you cleaned up. Then I’m taking you to bed.’ I glance at my cracked knuckles. It’s been one hell of a day.
‘Can I ask a question?’ She tips her head to the side.
‘Sure.’
‘Why don’t you wear a mask down here when some of the others do? Do you want them to fear you?’
‘That’s not fear. That’s respect. And as for the mask? This place is the only place, other than our house, where I don’t have to wear one.’
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With only a week left until the wedding, the invitations have been sent. My dress has arrived. I ordered it from an online boutique, and Sheila altered it for me. The cake’s been ordered. Dominic said he’d take care of the band. Mama K has dropped by at least six times since the first time, desperate to know every detail about our big day. She’s nowhere near as intimidating as she was the first time I met her, especially now I’ve seen her and Sheila gossiping and giggling like schoolgirls. They’re like sisters more than friends.
I still have to call Abby. I can’t put it off any longer if I want her at the wedding. And I do want her there. Even though I know she won’t approve. She knew about Rory, about the arrangement, and as horrified as she was—as both of us were—we were powerless to stop it.
How the hell am I going to convince her that my marriage to Dominic isn’t another life sentence arranged by daddy dearest? The man who hopped on the first plane out of the country and left me in the arms of yet another notoriously violent man, without so much as a phone call.
I didn’t want my father dead.
I still don’t.
But whether I like it or not, he’s dead to me.
