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“My beautiful bride.” His voice is rough, as though someone has scraped his throat raw. Leaning against me, he presses a kiss to my cheek.

No. Not a kiss. His tongue laves at my skin, swiping away the tears I’d forgotten I was still shedding. “You are so fucking perfect, little fox. And all mine.”

I’m not. He may be able to control my body, to force pleasure on me against my will. But no matter how he hurts me, no matter how many different ways he claims my flesh, he will never be allowed to own my heart.

I will die before I let that happen.

Dane

With great reluctance, I pull my cock free of my Little one’s bottom. My cum leaks from the angrily red hole, and I scoop it up on my thumb to push it back inside her, earning me a whimper of protest from my little fox.

“Here,” Ford murmurs, handing me a small plug. “You’re going to want this if you plan to take her this way often. And I’d like a chance to check her bottom for any tearing before you do it again.”

“Tomorrow. It’s already well past her bedtime.”

Frowning slightly, Ford nods. “After your brunch.”

“Got it.”

Taking the small metal plug from my brother, I slip it into Vanessa’s bottom, and she issues another quiet whimper. “Shh, baby. This is just to help Daddy’s cum stay where it belongs, inside your pretty little bottom. We wouldn’t want to make a mess, now would we?”

She opens one eye enough to glare at me, and I can’t help but grin. Even now, with her ass on fire inside and out, she has plenty of sass to spare.

With her bottom plugged, I bend to scoop her up into my arms, a possessive need I’ve never felt before gripping me by the throat when she instinctively wraps her arms around my neck. Turning to the rest of our family, I smile and bounce her gently. “I know we normally have dinner after the ceremony, but it’s rather late. I’m going to take my little fox up to bed and we’ll see you all in the morning.”

Josie wriggles out of Bram’s arms to rush over, her eyes filled with worry as she reaches up to stroke Vanessa’s hair. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, Josie-Posie. But today was a big day and she needs her sleep. You can see for yourself in the morning, okay?”

Nibbling at her bottom lip, Josie looks from her friend to me and back again. “You’ll take really good care of her?”

“I will take care of her the same way your Daddy takes care of you.”

That seems to assuage some of her worries and she steps back with a nod. The rest of our family bids us goodnight and I carry my sweet little bundle up the stairs. It isn’t until we reach my bedroom that I realize she’s fallen asleep already.

Adorable.

Doing my best not to wake her, I lay her on my bed and pull the pins from her hair, somehow managing to extract the tiara from Gray’s intricate design without hurting my babygirl. Once her hair has been dealt with, I wrap her up in a fresh diaper and I slide beneath the covers, wrapping my arms tight around her waist and pulling her close.

“Goodnight, little fox. Sleep well. You’re going to need all your strength for tomorrow.”

CHAPTER 9

VANESSA

Everything hurts.

Groaning at the various aches and pains making themselves known all throughout my body, I roll onto my back—or at least, I try to. But my progress is impeded by something large and hard and warm, and it takes my brain several long seconds to reconnect with reality.

Daddy.

Just like that, the memories come flooding back. Marjorie. Being hunted like an animal through the woods. Almost escaping, and being captured at the last minute. Painful punishments, a wedding, and an even more painful consummation.

Is it really considered a consummation if he only fucks you in the ass?

Something to ask the courts about when I do manage to escape.

“Good morning, little fox.”