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“I need to go and check in at the club. Jace should be doing it tonight but...” Cole doesn’t finish speaking, but he doesn’t need to, the disappointment is laced in his tone.
“Okay.” My voice has a gravelly edge to it. I’ve been teetering on the edge of excitement all day, and if I had to be honest, part of it was the thought of Cole watching, participating even.
When our gazes finally meet, he drags a hand through his hair. “Guess I’ll see you later,” he mumbles.
I nod and push past him, not willing to let him see the disappointment clouding my every cell like a goddamn disease, but I don’t miss his deep exhale, as if pissed at my lack of reaction. What the fuck does he want? For me to wait another night? Not a prayer. I’ll fuck my little girl in her sleep, take over her nightmares, and fill her with dreams so beautiful, they’ll show my devotion to her, prove to her it was always her and me. When she opens her eyes, she will feel me everywhere, and I can’t wait a minute longer to make her dreams my reality.
Pushing down on the handle, I open the door softly and step into the room, her scent surrounds me, and every detail feels heightened with my expectation.
After checking that Tia had enough breastmilk stored in the fridge to manage the rest of the week and Mia had been breastfed, Cole laced her hot chocolate with a sedative and delivered it to her room, then she took a bath.
The same routine always soothes her, helps ease her ability to fall asleep. The safety and comfort of our home is like a force field of protection, and not just for her, but for all of us. The knowledge of something threatening that fierce protection forces my feet to drift toward her bed.
“Lucas?” Tia murmurs as I lower to sit on the bed beside her. “I need you,” she rasps.
My fingers push the golden tendrils of hair from her face. “Shh, go back to sleep, little girl. Daddy’s going to take care of you.” I drag my fingertip down the milky skin of her cheek and follow the line of her jaw, then push the hair from her shoulder, exposing where the needle needs to go. My mouth waters to bite into her skin, piercing it with my teeth instead of the needle, and mark her with my need to protect her.
My hand somehow finds the knife tucked away in my pocket, and a thought I hadn’t considered until now comes to me with such fervor I fumble from excitement to unbuckle my belt. I stand, tugging it from my waist, then I climb over Tia to straddle her delicate waist without so much as touching her.
Gripping her hips, I flip her over so she’s on her stomach with her head tilted to the side. Then I push her hair off her back, exposing her delicate skin peeking out of her sleepwear, begging to be marked. My cock leaks, and it’s painful to resist the urge to expose it and pump it for relief, but I ignore my desires and follow through with my plan. My hand slips into my pocket to take hold of the knife, and my thumb drags over the smoothness of the wood, giving me the familiar feel of comfort I’ve become accustomed to. The feel of her.
I flick it open, and the light from the bathroom catches on the blade, then excitement floods my veins and eagerness shoots up my spine. Licking my lips, I glide the knife through her sleep shorts and camisole top, and the material pools on either side of her compliant body, baring her for the taking.
Then, leaning over her, I drag the blade from the bottom of her neck, down her spine, and my gaze zeroes in on the tip, careful not to cut her precious skin. When I reach our engraved names on her ass, the overwhelming need to dominate and use her slams me in the chest. Then my balls tighten, and I’ve no choice but to leap up from the bed, dispose of my clothes, then kick them to the side.
Then I take hold of the belt, pull her arms behind her back, and tie her wrists, careful not to mark them; as much as I’d like to, I don’t want our daughter asking questions we’re unprepared to answer.
Shoving a pillow beneath her stomach, I step back and pump my cock at my restrained girl. Her ass is thrust up in the air—begging for the taking—and her skin is exposed, ready to bepainted with my marks. Spurts of precum cover my fist as I pump harder at the sight of her.
Moving onto the bed, I bend over and part her ass cheeks, then drag my tongue down the crook of her ass, circling her hole before dragging it lower toward her pussy. My mouth covers her pussy hole as I nuzzle into her flesh. Eating her from the inside out, I suck greedily on her folds, lavish her clit, and grind my face against her, determined to draw every ounce of her taste from her body and leave her wet while at my mercy.
“Mm, Daddy loves tasting you,” I whisper while greedily licking her pleasure from her body.
Knowing she’s unable to hear me, I allow myself to go further. “Daddy’s always been obsessed with you, little girl. For so long.” I push two fingers into her pussy, plunging them as far in as possible, then I curl them, stroking her G-spot. “So fucking long.” I groan when she whimpers, and her pussy tightens on my fingers, encouraging me to pump faster, to lick her quicker, suck harder. I want to taste her, every fucking part of her; I want to swim in her pleasure. A gush of wetness flows from her, and my cock spurts as her warm cum floods my mouth. She squirted, and I fucking revel in it.
Achieving what I planned, I sit up, uncaring to wipe away the cum dripping from my face, down my chin, and onto my chest. I’m happy to bathe in her desire. I take hold of the knife again while positioning my cock at her pussy hole. “You’re going to give Daddy a baby. I’m going to force a baby inside you while you sleep, little girl.” Her body tightens, and I smile to myself. She may very well be able to hear my words but is unable to react to them.
“Daddy’s giving you no choice. His little slut is going to be pregnant for him.” I thrust inside her, the tight hold on her hip bruising. Thrusting my hips back and forth, I relish in the tightness of her pussy. I love to fuck her after she’s come, she’salways so much more swollen and tighter for me. My cock continues its assault on her hole while I bend over her restrained body, shove her hair out of the way, then press the knife to her neck, carving out the word “love” right above where I will insert the tracker.
After all, my dark brutality is my love for her.
She flinches when I press down harder, desperate to see the blood flow down her milky body, and my cock hardens to the point of pain knowing she can feel me, even in her sedated sleep, she can feel me. We were always meant to be together, even if our love was born from brutality.
I slam inside her, harder and harder, determined to plant my seed. Determined to be the one to gift her with our next child.
My fingers tangle in her hair as I hold her head against the pillow, fucking her like an animal. My eyes latch on to the blood trickling down her spine, and I can’t help but use my tongue to spread it. “Fuck, that’s good. Bleed for Daddy.”
The copper hits my tongue, and I become wild; her pain mixed with my pleasure is the ultimate blend of possession.
My body coils tight with anticipation, and my balls draw up as I smear her blood over her shoulder blades, delighting in the canvas I’m creating.
“What a pretty little girl, painted in blood for Daddy.”
My cock swells, and I grit my teeth, pissed I’m going to come. My head falls back as the euphoria slams through me with such vigor I’m paralyzed to move any further. Cum shoots from my cock, spurt after spurt buries itself deep inside her slick cunt. “That’s it, breed for Daddy. Be a good girl and give me a baby.” My eyes fall closed with the final spurt, and I grind my hips against her, hoping to push my cum deeper into her womb.
The door opens behind me as my body sags in relief at unloading myself inside her.
“Fuck me, what the hell did you do?” I turn my head over my shoulders and snap my eyes open.
