“Why?” Her eyes widen. “Your parents never made you go?”
“They were not around. The people who raised me—the Sanctum—did not want to waste the resources it would take to educate me. Disposers are not worth much in their eyes, and I was always the least desirable of the bunch.”
Her lips part in a gasp. “That is… unforgivable. How could they do that?”
I shrug, struggling to find an answer other than,it’s just the way things were.“I found ways to learn on my own. I was not totally lost.”
“That doesn’t take away from how fucking horrible it was…” Her gaze shifts to the side as anger creases her brow. “I wish the world was different.”
“I do too, beautiful.” I reach out, placing my hand gently on her leg, feeling her through the thick duvet. “I’ll take you away from all this really soon. You won’t have to worry for much longer, my sweet girl.” My grip tightens on her thigh.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“Imeanthat soon, I’ll have you the way I’ve been dreaming about. Caged. Collared. Bred.” My cock hardens at the thought, and I have to focus on my breathing to stop from coming in my pants. “Fuck.I’m so obsessed with you. In the worst of ways.”
Grace’s gasp catches in her throat. “Why… why are you doing this?”
I lean in closer, my grin widening as her thighs rub together beneath the covers. “Does it matter? When you clearly want it as much as I do?”
I slide my hand up her body, laying it softly across her windpipe. It bobs beneath my palm as she swallows, and heat creeps up her neck to the apples of her cheeks.
“I don’t know how to respond to that…”
“Tell me the truth.” My grip tightens. “Do you think about me? Do you fantasize about me when you pleasure yourself, every night before you sleep, like I do you?” I breathe deeply, smirking as I scent her arousal in the air. “You do, don’t you?”
“I… of course not!” she says. “That would be wrong!”
“Those are the things that feel the best.” I press my fingers against her pulse points, slowly cutting off the flow of blood to her brain. “Stop lying to me, Grace. I’m going to get the truth from you one way or another.” I stare deep into her eyes, redcrowding my vision as I resist the urge tosqueeze.“And I amnota patient man when it comes to you.”
From the bottom, I slide my hand between the sheets, resting my palm on Grace’s ankle. I move higher, smirking at the feel of the raised goose bumps covering her heated flesh. I reach the apex of her thighs, and Grace sucks in a breath, her hips shifting in an attempt to get me closer to her center.
“Greedy little thing,” I say, my thumb rubbing gentle circles through the thin fabric of her pajama shorts. It’s damp with her arousal, and I know if I pull it to the side ever so slightly, I’ll find her dripping and ready for my cock. “Do you want to come, Grace?”
“I… no.” She bites her lip, holding in a moan as I gently work her clit. Her chest rises and falls with each shallow breath, heat creeping up her neck and staining the apples of her cheeks.
“You’re lying again.” My voice comes out as a low, deadly rumble. “I can feel you. I cansmellhow wet you are for me.”
“I’m… I’m not.” Even as she speaks, her hips jerk, rubbing her swollen clit against the palm of my hand. “You’re insane.”
“You realize you’re trying to ride my hand as you say that?”
“I’m not?—”
A sharp cry echoes into the room as I rip the fabric of her shorts from her body, giving me perfect access. “Your daddy knows what his sweet girl needs. I don’t know why you’re fighting it.”
“Daddy?” She jerks at my words, her eyes widening in alarm. “What the fuck?”
I look deep into her eyes as I work her clit, my smirk growing at the terrified expression twisting her features. “Just getting you used to the name. You’ll be calling me daddy a lot once I get you pregnant.”
“What?No! That isnothappening.”
My fingers move faster, drawing a desperate moan from the base of Grace’s throat. “You’re such a bad liar. Look at how your body responds to the thought of me breeding you.”
To prove my point, I pull my hand out from under the covers, holding my slicked fingers up to the light for her to see. I bring them to my mouth to suck clean, and Grace watches me with rapt attention, her face heating at the sight.
My eyes roll back as Grace’s taste floods my senses, and a deep groan shudders off the walls of her bedroom. “You’re fucking delicious. So sweet. So perfect for me.”
“Wait—”
