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The burning returns as he adds a second finger, stretching my hole to the max. I whimper and moan, unsure if I love it or hate it, but also knowing I don’t want it to stop anytime soon.
Pressure builds inside me. I claw at the cushion, chasing the release that’s so close yet so far away. Then, he bites down on my clit and sucks hard, and my entire world explodes. I scream and buck, my orgasm crashing through me so hard that my vision blurs and sweat drips down my neck.
Bash moves behind me while I’m still crying out, and a second later, he pulls his fingers from my ass and slowly pushes his cock in through the tight ring.
“Fuck, baby. You’re such a good girl. You drive me wild,” he grits out as he inches himself deeper.
He wraps his fist in my hair, holding me firmly without causing pain. I take as many deep breaths as I can. His cock is much bigger than his fingers.
“I’m so proud of you, baby. You’re taking me so well. I love seeing you stretched around me like this.”
His words are like a massage over my skin, helping me to relax completely and let him in all the way. When his hips meet my bottom, he pauses, rubbing his thumb over my ass in slow circles.
“That’s my girl. Keep breathing. You’re so tight.”
“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. Please, I need more.”
The thrusts start out slow and gentle, but soon, he’s fucking me hard and fast. I scream and moan, the pressure building within me again. He snakes a hand around my waist. As soon as his fingers start to circle my clit, I shatter.
“Fuck!” he shouts as he bucks erratically until his cock starts to pulse.
As soon as my orgasm subsides, my legs give out, and I go limp over the arm of the chair, letting out a deep sigh.
“Wow,” I whisper.
He chuckles and slowly pulls free of my ass. When I don’t move, he leans down so his face is near mine, his eyes pinched in concern.
“Are you okay, baby?”
I grin and nod. “Yes. I’m perfect. But I’m not moving from this spot for the rest of the night. My muscles won’t work. Just throw a blanket over me.”
His laugh is deep and melodic as he shakes his head. “You don’t have to move, baby. Daddy will take care of everything.”
Just as he always does. This man is nothing like I would have ever expected, yet he’s everything I’ve ever hoped for.
22
BASH
By the time I get my girl in and out of the bath and tucked into bed, she’s barely able to keep her eyes open. It’s still early, but she needs a good night’s sleep so she can be fresh and ready for her first round of finals tomorrow.
I’ve already arranged for her to be driven to and from school. I would do it myself, but tomorrow, I’ll be hunting down Ronald and whoever else is involved in this whole trafficking situation. I will also be putting the finishing touches on her surprise. I hope to hell she loves it. There’s no reason she shouldn’t. My only concern is that she’ll feel like I’m making decisions for her, and that’s the last thing I want to do. Ultimately, it will be up to her, and I’ll love and support her no matter what.
She clutches Quackers in her arms as she sleeps beside me while I work. Cage is already hunting for us, and he’s sent information regarding Ronald’s finances. The asshole is broke. Worse than broke. He’s in deep debt.
Until I know the whole picture, I don’t want to tell Chloe what we know. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’m going to end his life. I’m going to make him pay dearly for hurting my girl before his death. But part of me hopes that whatever he’s gotten himself into with this trafficking shit isn’t something he’s doing because he wants to. It doesn’t make it right, but it will hurt Chloe badly if she finds out her father is choosing to traffic young women and girls.
After placing all the online orders I need, I close my laptop and slide down the bed. Chloe hums and curls into me, her face resting on my chest. I stare at her for a long time, wondering how something so precious as her could possibly want someone as fucked-up as me. She’s strong. Stronger than she realizes. And I’m never going to pass up an opportunity to tell her that. Her father was her demon, but too bad for him, I’m a fucking monster who will destroy the world for her.
“I’m nervous.”
I stand behind her, brushing her hair while she applies contour or whatever it is she calls it. It’s brown and does some kind of shading to make her face look skinnier. At least that’s what she says. I think her face is pure perfection no matter what, but when I told her that, she grinned and rolled her eyes.
“Don’t be nervous. You got this. You’ve studied and gone through years of schooling. You’re going to do great, baby. I believe in you.”
She sighs and digs through her makeup bag. When she pulls out a tube of something that I think is lipstick, she grins and holds it up. Then she takes off the cap, and I’m thoroughly confused. It’s a pointed blade. Only an inch long, but the glint of metal tells me it’s sharp as fuck.
“Baby girl, what is that?”
