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She cries out, her knees buckling as her belly sinks deeper into the counter.

I’m relentless now, working her clit with my tongue as she whimpers and moans, the noise growing louder as she lifts up and presses back, seeking more of my tongue.

I know she’s getting close so I ease back, only to hear her sharp whimper of protest.

It makes me smile, teasing her like this. I let her frustration build for a second before I dive back in, sucking her clit between my teeth.

She screams and then cums, her entire body shuddering before she collapses onto the sink.

I stand, giving her ass a good smack before I start pumping my cock. It doesn’t take much before I’m coating her ass in my cum.

I watch in satisfaction as it drips down her crack.

Groaning, I run my finger down the same path, pressing my thumb against her tight little brown hole.

I’m going to conquer all of her before I’m done. Even here.

She gasps, half jolting up from the counter, but I press her back down, my other hand coming between her shoulder blades. “Settle, Goldilocks,” I use the term Candy coined earlier, liking the way it sounds.

She scoffs then, scowling at me over her shoulder.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know you want the Big Bad Wolf to eat you again.”

Her scowl turns to a blushing smile in a second.

Pulling her up, I lift her in my arms and carry her back to the bed. She’s so pliant as I lay her down and settle her against my body.

I pull the covers up us both and close my eyes, asleep in a second.

CHAPTER TEN

Promise

I know I’m dreaming because I’m talking nonstop. And the person who sits across from me, listening…is my dead mother.

“I shouldn’t trust him, right?” I ask with a huff. “Donald was the one who set this up, and I know there is a punishment lurking in the shadows. It’s not enough that he’s marrying me off to some criminal. He expects that this will really hurt. Somehow. Someway.”

My mother’s eyes crinkle with worry. “I should be there with you. I’m sorry that I’m not.”

“You aren’t to blame.” I shake my head as I reach for her hand. “We both know it’s his violence that did this.”

She looks away. “I could have fought harder. I should have left him years ago.”

Fighting my father sometimes feels like fighting the wind. You can’t get your hands around him.

But since this is my dream, I have to face the fact that I am actually the one who feels this way. That I wish she’d left him, killed him, protected me.

I can’t change the past. She wasn’t raised by a monster, she didn’t have the tools. But me? I’ve been trained since birth to understand how he thinks.

Which is why I need to figure out what my father’s angle is…he didn’t drop me at Angel’s door for sexy time and fun, I’m certain of that.

“I forgive you, Mama,” I murmur, leaning closer.

“Promise.”

But the voice isn’t right. It’s deep and dark and…

“Promise.”