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While it pissed me off, it also worked in my favor, allowing me the opportunity to live my life how I choose to lead it without too much interference from my so-called adopted mother.

I opted for home schooling after struggling to go to busy places, but with Jensen’s support, therapists who came to the house rather than in a setting I struggled to endure alone, and Jensen’s family’s support, I had people to rely on and encourage me. I had Fern, who pushed for me to take up a sport. Jensen built me the indoor pool, and with the help of the Marino family, I started swim classes and quickly became part of a training team. Before I knew it, I was a confident yet calculating teenager with a passion for creating the life I want, with Jensen being the center of it.

Thankfully, the night I woke and Amanda wasn’t there, she didn’t return home until the following afternoon, so I was gone from their marital bed before she discovered me. It was the first insight into her pattern of behavior. Tonight, she’s drunk out of her skull, and Jensen will probably take advantage of the fact, so he needs a little reminder I’m still very much here too. I’ll happily allow him to use me; in fact, I would welcome it.

I tiptoe down the hallway and slip into his room. His woodsy, fresh scent wraps around me like a comfort blanket; one I want to bathe in.

The squeaking of the bed is almost drowned out by Amanda’s snores and moans of contentment. I’ve never hated anyone like I do her when Jensen is filling her with his cock. Not even the men who hurt me as a young girl come close to the hatred I feel toward her. She’s taking him from me, and I want him back.

“Daddy?” I whisper, and Jensen stills above her, but he doesn’t turn to face me or tell me to leave like he has in the past. Instead, he fucks her furiously, and I don’t know who he’s angry with, me or himself, but the way his hips pump against her is punishing, causing my core to clench and my body to heat.

I slip into the sheets beside him, reveling in the way his muscles flex, thanks to the light shining from beneath the bathroom door. I glide my fingers up his strong thigh that straddles his wife. He jolts at the connection but doesn’t stop me from touching him. A low groan rumbles in his chest, and the sound sends liquid heat rushing through me. It’s feral and full of malice, masculine and powerful.

I continue over the ridges of his abs, and a choked, ragged grunt lodges in his chest as his movements stutter. “Fuck.”

“Are you thinking of me?” I whisper.

His hips jerk. “Fuck, yes. I want you.” He clenches his teeth.

I slide my hand over his abs, delighting at the way they constrict beneath my fingertips.

Jesus, he’s so hot. So firm.

“Holy fuck, Little Nightmare.” His gaze snaps down to where I sit on my knees, exploring his body while he fucks his wife mercilessly. “Do you want me to stop?”

I lick my lips, and he zeros in on the movement. “No. Keep going.” For some insane reason, I like that I’m controlling his mind.

When I move my hand higher toward his throat, I moan at the way his Adam’s apple struggles to work and his chest rises with vigor. I slide my fingers into his mouth and lean forward to place my lips on the little starfish tattoo on his abs, gifting it with a kiss. His eyes remain locked on me, completely transfixed, and I delight in it. I trail my tongue up his torso before making a show of flicking it over his nipple. A wild growl erupts from deep inside him, and he slams his eyes shut while his tongue wraps around my fingers and he sucks. I know he’s orgasming; I’ve witnessed it enough times. His sucks my fingers deeper as his body tenses, and I watch in awe.

“Keep filling me,” I murmur, and a strangled groan rattles in his throat. “Keep filling me, Daddy.” Every muscle on his body pulls tight, and he pushes forward one more time before stilling.

Finally, his body relaxes, and I slip my fingers from his mouth, causing his eyes to dart open. “You did so good filling me.” I must sound insane, but he doesn’t even spare Amanda another glance as he rolls off her, and I shift to make room for him.

“Fuck, that drained me.” He chuckles, then tilts his head to face me. “What are you doing here, Little Nightmare? Have you come to torment me some more?”

I lick my lips. “I wanted my Daddy,” I whisper.

His hand strokes over my thigh, just below the frilly hem of my sleep shorts, and I remain motionless as I peer down at his spent cock. Relief at knowing he used a condom with her floods me, and my mouth waters to taste him, to please him like I know he needs.

He realizes where I’m looking and leans forward to slip the condom off and ties the end into a knot.

“I was hoping to try some. For you to feed me.” I pout, and his head snaps to the side as his eyes search mine.

He scans me up and down. “The little punk not enough for you?” he snipes out.

I furrow my brow, and once I realize he’s referring to Brett, elation powers through me. He’s jealous, and I couldn’t be happier.

“I’ve never done anything like this with anyone.”

His Adam’s apple bobs. “What have you done, exactly?”

“Nothing, Daddy. I want you to be my first.” My heart hammers at my admission.

Jensen scans my face, and I’m not sure what he sees, but he leans forward and swipes the tip of his growing cock with his thumb, then brings it to my mouth.

“Open, Little Nightmare. Open those pouty little lips up for Daddy. Have a little taste of me. Of a real man.”

I comply eagerly, and when he slips his thumb into my mouth, his saltiness bursts onto my tongue, and I’ve no choice but to suck with vigor. My daddy feeding his little girl.