Page 35 of Untamed
“I want to breed you, Little Brat,” I admit in her ear. “I want my baby to grow inside you.” I lick her ear, and she shudders. “Would you like Daddy to help make you a baby?”
“Ye-yes.”
I take hold of her hands and place them on her stomach, then I settle mine over the top. “Our baby is growing already, Little Brat. Daddy can feel it.” Her breathing stutters. “Lean forward and let Daddy put his cum inside you again, just to be sure.”
When she does exactly as I ask, all plans of vengeance slip from my mind. I have new plans now, starting with securing my future with my ex-wife’s daughter. Once my little brat discovers the truth behind my appearance, she’s going to need more than taming.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
MASSIO
After fucking her in the tub, I washed her off again and lifted her out. Though I admit, I hated the way she flinched when I cleaned her pussy. I know I’m big, and though I was trying to go easy on her, it’s pretty difficult when she makes such beautiful noises and fits me so well. I wrap the towel around myself, then follow her into her bedroom. She’s already getting ready, and according to her schedule, she’s meeting her friend Posy at the local mall for brunch.
She opens the top drawer of her dresser and takes out a pair of lacy panties, and my heart stops.
“What the fuck are those?”
She stills with her hand midair and the panties hanging from her fingers. “Huh?”
I march toward her. “These!” I snatch the panties from her hand. “What are they?”
Her eyes ping-pong over my face. “P-Panties?”
“Hell no. You don’t need no slutty shit, Little Brat.”
“My mother bought them for me.” She crosses her arms over her chest, and I will the towel to fall.
Wait. Did she say her mother bought them for her? “Hardly surprising,” I mumble, low enough she won’t be able to hear.
“What?”
I pin her with a glare. “Your mother shouldn’t be buying her only daughter sexy panties. When did this start?”
She stills, then flinches, her face pales, and her bottom lip wobbles. “W-When I was twelve.”
I hate the vulnerability seeping from her, so I step forward and cup her cheeks in the palms of my hands and brush away her tears with my thumbs. “Don’t cry. I didn’t mean to make you cry, Little Brat. I don’t want you wearing them, okay?”
She nods.
“Good girl.”
Then I release her and turn to the drawer. With a heave, I pull the drawer off the runner and turn it over, dumping dozens of G-strings and lacy panties onto the floor.
A shocked gasp leaves her.
“They’re all going in the trash, and I’m taking you shopping.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
THEA
“He did not!” Posy screeches.
“Shhh. I swear, he did. Then he made me wear shorts under this dress.” I point at the knee-length summer dress I’m wearing.
Her eyes are wide. “He’s insane.”
“I know.” I nod along and take another drink of my Coke.
