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“Excuse me? The Daires? You’re fucking married!” Pushing to her feet, McKenna’s chair flies backwards, putting a hole in the wall.

“You’re going to want to change your attitude,” Zaiden warns this time. His cool demeanor sets everyone on edge.

Before anyone can say anything, Hester squeezes my hand and asks, “Can she and I have a minute alone?”

Shocked by her strong, clear voice, I nod at Frances, who gestures for the other lawyer to get up. Everyone leaves except me. Not a chance I’m leaving Hester alone with McKenna’s vile temper.

The door clicks shut, and Hester glances at me with questions in her eyes but not a word spoken. This woman has 100% of my trust and support, so I give a simple nod, letting her know she can say whatever she needs to.

Hester takes a few breaths, then speaks, blowing my fucking mind. “You don’t know me, so I understand your hostility.” Not a stutter in sight; it’s glorious. “But please understand, your insults mean nothing to me. Someone in your life has to have hurt you deeply for you to live like this.” She pushes each picture forward, her empathy bleeding through each word, and despite McKenna’s earlier defensiveness, she’s not unaffected as my woman continues. “If you keep up with the threats to our peace, to the children’s peace, I’ll be forced to act.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” McKenna crosses her arms again, appearing unsettled by Hester’s calmness.

Hester places her palms on the table and leans forward, a sweet but deceptive smile on her face. “Well, McKenna, it means sign the paperwork or find out exactly what Cato does when he’s out of the house.”

She doesn’t know the specifics, but Hester is smart; she’s likely put two and two together. And the fact she’s using that now to threaten McKenna makes my dick hard as hell, and I can’t wait to fuck her senseless again.

Fuck waiting; I want her now.

Standing up behind Hester, I lean over her back, push the few stray hairs from her braid to the side, and kiss up and down her throat. Pressing my hard cock into her ass, her breath hitches.

“Leave now, McKenna. Sign whatever Mr. Styles gives you, and he’ll arrange things from now on.” She huffs and scurries out of the room. I notice Zaiden out of the corner of my eye as the other woman leaves and tell him, “We’ll be a few minutes.” He raises a brow and closes the door. He’ll keep anyone out.

“You threatening her with me is fucking hot as hell, you know that, kitten?” She pushes her ass back into me, and I swear she fucking purrs. “Need inside you now.” She nods and pants, allowing me to undo her jeans and push them to her knees.

Stretching across the table like the kitten I keep calling her, Hester watches me with heated eyes. Emeralds sparkling as if freshly plucked from the earth, ready to be displayed for the world to enjoy. Except she’s all mine like this. Every day for the rest of our fucking lives.

“This is going to be so fucking fast,” I warn as my cock springs free of my pants, immediately seeking her entrance like a missile homed in on a target, ready to detonate. It’s not far from the truth as I gradually work my way inside her tightness. “Fuck me. You were made for me; you know that, pretty girl?”

She mewls as I drape my body over hers, pinning her to the table. “Yes, Daddy, I know.” Tilting her head back leaves her throat open for my mouth to bite and nibble as I begin thrusting inside her tight body. She was made for fucking.

“So fucking strong,” I grunt. “Vulnerable but ruthless.” I have no doubt she’ll make the perfect mother for my children. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman, and damn, does she keep surprising me.

“H-h-harder, Daddy.” Like now. Gripping her hips, I pound relentlessly, shaking the table, making her moan louder. If anyone is still outside this room, they know exactly what we’re doing. “Daddy!” she cries out as her walls clench and pleasure rockets through her body.

Following her over the edge, I hold myself deep inside her pussy as I spurt in long jets, hoping to land in just the right place to get her pregnant.

“You’re going to look so fucking beautiful round with my baby; you know that, don’t you?” Her eyes close as she breathes through the emotional overload, and she nods her head with the cutest curve of a smile.

Pulling back slowly, she squeezes, not wanting to release me as I leave her body. Immediately, my semen leaks from her pussy, and I spread her legs farther to watch it drip down her thighs.

“Now that is an addicting sight.” I rub the fluid into her skin, and she giggles.

“N-n-now I s-smell like you, Daddy.” Her confidence with me grows, and I’ve never witnessed anything quite so attractive in my life.

CHAPTER 22

Hester

My heart races with panic as we leave Mr. Styles’ office. I’ve never stood up to a bully, let alone threatened one with a man I suspect has likely murdered more than his fair share of enemies. Though I have no doubt the world is a better place for those men no longer living.

However, my anxiousness is back in full force, and I can’t believe I said what I said without stuttering, no less. Of course, Cato taking me the way he did afterward helped how I felt and enabled me to walk out of there with my head held high, because there’s just something about the way he can’t stop touching me and imprinting himself on my body that boosts my courage.

McKenna and her lawyer, or rather, lover, as the picture evidence showcased, are across the street in a silent but heated argument. She signed the paperwork, but I doubt we’ve heard the last of her.

“Kitten?” Cato’s voice pulls me from my thoughts as he holds the car door open for me. He must have said my name a couple of times because he looks concerned.

Sliding inside, I don’t say a word as he speaks quietly with Zaiden before following behind me, while his friend gets behind the wheel. Stony, suffocating silence fills the air, so when Cato says, “We’re going to the hospital to see Chelsea,” tears flood my eyes. It was so difficult getting information on her condition, and he knows I’ve been stressing about it.