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The ride home is silent and fraught; I don’t dare say a word, and Zaiden seems to pick up on it as well, refraining from teasing Cato like he usually does about anything.

The car hardly stops before Cato lifts me out; my feet don’t even touch the ground. He ignores everyone as he carries me into the house, up the stairs, and slams our door shut.

Savagely, he strips off his clothes before attacking mine, while grunting with each piece of flesh revealed. I’m beginning to realize he’s not angry with me for expressing my feelings, but perhaps overwhelmed.

Picking me up again, both of us naked and overheated, my back bangs against the wall next to the door as he pins me in place. He steals the breath from my lungs when he slams his throbbing cock into my now-soaked pussy. I hadn’t even realized my body was reacting to him while my mind tried to figure him out.

“You can’t be fucking saying shit like that when I can’t be balls deep in you, kitten.” A harsh pounding of his hips accentuates each word.

My eyes close, and my head falls back as my body lights up with ecstasy from his powerful fucking. “Oh, Daddy,” I whisper as he latches onto my neck.

“Mine,” he grunts in my ear with each shuddering thrust of his hips. He’s so hard, and I’m stuffed full. It should be painful. From my back striking the wall to his body using me for pleasure, you’d think I’d be screaming in agony, yet all I want is more.

“Until we die, this pussy is mine for the taking. You’ll never keep it from me, understand, Hester? Never.” A drawn-out groan vibrates through his chest as my walls clench around him, stalling our breaths.

Pleasure races up my spine with every movement while I fight to hold onto my sanity. There’s no way I can keep it together, though. I want more. He needs more.

“S-s-stop hol-holding b-back.” I scrape my nails along his shoulders, and he pauses to stare at me like I have no idea what I’m talking about, but I feel it in his strained body, in the darkness of his hypnotic gaze.

Dropping his mouth on mine, he fucks his tongue in and out, exploring every crevice and treating me to an addictive rhythm that leaves me breathless. My heart pounds so hard, I hear it in my eardrums. Our sweaty bodies stick together, yet somehow, this is the most important moment of my life.

Gyrating my hips against him, he allows me a moment to pleasure him before swinging around and taking us to the bed. I whine as he drops me on my back, but he gives me the courage to spread my legs wide for him. I can feel how swollen I am, yet he looks at me like the sweetest treat he’ll ever have.

Kneeling between my legs, he stares down at me before lowering himself and swiping his tongue through my flesh. I gasp, crying out when he pinches my clit between his teeth and thrusts three fingers deep inside me.

“Fuck, are you responsive.” I barely hear him, but I can feel each hot puff of air from his lips. “Such a pretty pussy too. Tastes like peach candies. I could eat her all day long.” A blush creeps up my chest from his obscene comments. “So innocent.” He swipes his tongue through my lips, sucking them into his mouth until it hurts. “So sweet and shy.” His fingertips hit a spot inside me, and stars cloud my vision as a shocking orgasm crashes through my body, leaving me breathless and lightheaded.

“Daddy, please,” I cry, reaching out. Before I can touch him, he releases me and steps back. I watch him walk away to the closet and begin to feel shy after a few minutes.

As I’m about to hide under the blankets, he comes back out, and my jaw drops when I see the small box in his hands. His stormy gaze makes me wonder if I’ll survive this moment as he wraps a hand around my ankle and drags me off the bed.

I stand, only able to stare at him as he drops to his knees and stops to suck one nipple before moving to the other. They’re pointed into painful peaks now, and I itch to rub them and relieve the ache, but I can’t seem to move as he grabs my hand.

“I don’t think I know what love is, not with you anyway, because what I feel is obsessive, possessive, and probably illegal. But the idea of you not being mine makes me homicidal.” He opens the box, revealing the ring I suspected was in there, but my eyes swim with tears, so its design is all out of focus. “I can’t promise a perfect life, but I can promise to always love and take care of you and our children–”

“Yes, Daddy. I will absolutely marry you!” I interrupt him, not needing all the fancy promises; I just need him.

He grins, swats my ass for cutting in, and places the ring on my finger, which I still can’t see because the waterworks just won’t stop.

“Woman, don’t fucking interrupt me.” He growls against my lips, searing me with a kiss and pouring everything he feels into it. My senses overload, and I wilt against him. “On the bed, ass in the air. Daddy is claiming you everywhere today.”

A full-body shiver racks me, and I ignore him, instead dropping to my knees and licking up his shaft. Hissing, Cato rises on his toes until my tongue leaves his skin. I grin at his reaction, so he grips a chunk of my hair in his fist and tugs until I can’t move.

“You don’t fucking listen,” he says, and I shrug, taking hold of his cock in both hands and slowly stroking them up and down the stalk in a tight grip. “Fine,” he snarls, baring his teeth. “But when I’m done fucking up your throat, your cunt gets a load before I dive into your tight ass. There won’t be anything left of you when I’m done with your slutty little body.”

At the hurtful name, I suck in a sharp breath, but it makes me bolder. Opening my mouth, I drag him forward and nip the tip before licking along the slit. “Wh-wh-whatever you l-l-like, Daddy.”

CHAPTER 23

Cato

I’m a fucking beast. I just asked this woman to marry me, and all I want to do is fuck her so hard and dirty that she cries instead of being loving, soft, and reverent.

“Open wide,” I demand, my grip in her hair biting, I’m sure. “Good girl, kitten.” Guiding her mouth down my length, she’s eager to please and doesn’t fight me as the tip taps the back of her throat. I groan with pleasure, keeping hold of her as her nails dig into my thighs.

She moans, the sound vibrating up my dick, making me shudder. I hold her tight, enjoying the heat of her mouth as her tongue massages the pulsing vein on the underside until her eyes water and I draw back to let her get a breath.

“The absolute filthy things I want to do to you should make you run from me, pretty girl.” She laps at me, like a melting ice cream cone, until slowly, she takes control and slides down my length again, swallowing when I hit the back of her throat. I growl out, “You better stop, or I’m coming in that pretty mouth,” but she ignores me.