This beautiful girl I wanted to break—now the thought curdles my stomach.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She presses up onto her tiptoes and kisses my lips, so I wrap my arm around her and pull her closer, squeezing her ass as I do.
“Good girl. Let’s go and pay, then we’re going to talk about what Posy said to you.”
Her face falls, and I hate the way her mood has crumbled, but I won’t allow her to lie to me.
Again, guilt hits me.
Because when she finds out the truth, it’s going to devastate her. The sooner I tie her to me, the better.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
MASSIO
As soon as we got back to the mansion, I instructed her to go into the family room.
There’s a huge couch in there, blankets, and a fake fire that, to be fair, looks pretty appealing. Then there’s an enormous television mounted on the wall, and to top it all off, the room barely looks used.
“Here, I got us some snacks.” I place the cut-up fruit down on the coffee table and sit in the corner and grab her legs, dragging her over to me. She lets out a cute little yelp that has me chuckling. She rearranges the blanket over us and stares down at her nails.
“Thea, baby. Look at me.” She lifts her head, and my cock throbs at her compliance. “Just tell me what upset you.”
She clears her throat and pulls her shoulders back. “Posy just said I needed to discuss birth control with you.”
I jolt.What the fuck?
Anger rushes through me, and my vision temporarily blurs.
It’s not something we’ve discussed, and purposely on my part. I’ve already checked her medical records, her bedroom, and her drawers, and the fact that she was a virgin was all the confirmation I needed. My girl isn’t on birth control, and that’s the way I intend it to be.
“What did you say?” My mouth goes dry as I wait for her reply.
Her bottom lip wobbles, and while I want to reassure her, I also want to hear her out.
“I lied to her. I told her I’d talk to you about it.”
“You didn’t intend on doing it?”
“No,” she breathes out. “I’m sorry.” She’s quick to reassure me. “We can arrange it. I’ll take it.”
Arrange it? My muscles pull taut with anger, but the need to comfort her wins. “Come here.” I hold my hand out for her.
The second her hand slips into mine, I tug her onto my lap, and she straddles me. I push her hair from her eyes and follow the line of her jaw with my finger, down the column of her throat. When I’m halfway down her neck, I wrap my hand around her, collaring her enough to control her but not enough to raise concern.
“I told you I wanted you pregnant, didn’t I?”
She needs reassurance, and there’s only one way to do that.
She swallows hard against my palm, and my cock perks up. “Yes, Daddy,” she pants.
An irresistible urge to edge her takes over me. “Have you looked at the photo I took of you?”
Her cheeks flame, and I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Tell Daddy.”
“Yes.”
My cock thickens, and she rocks against me.
