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I scream into the glass, almost blacking out from the force. I feel him thrust once, twice more before he stills, grunting into my ear as his warm cum fills me.
I remain in place, pinned on his cock and the vibrating toy, as tears slide down my mottled cheeks.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs as he pulls free of my body. He switches off the toy and pulls it from my abused clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves slowly as if to make it better. I fall backwards and he catches me, lifting me into his arms and turning us, but not before I see the prints all over the glass. For some reason, it makes me smile as I close my eyes and snuggle into his arms as he brings us to the bed.
I don’t rest for long. I just lie here with my eyes closed as I float in the warmth and afterglow until I force my eyes open to see him watching me. He pulls me across his body so I’m sprawled over him, and then he strokes my cheek.
“You make me weak, Layla,” he whispers.
“Is that a bad thing?” I murmur, watching him.
“Sometimes,” he admits. “But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
I don’t know what to say, so I don’t talk. I just close my eyes and float again, even napping for a little bit.
Lying in his arms with our legs tangled, I feel free and happy. I was so scared of being his, but I’ve never regretted it at all. And in this moment, as I feel his heart race under my head while I stroke his strong, silky chest, tracing his tattoos, a truly happy smile blooms on my lips.
I’ve spent so long working, running, and living in the moment to provide for Zoey, I’ve never taken any time for myself, but then Alaric entered my life. He gave me everything I could ever want and need. But better than that, he gave me the ability to fall back in love with myself and finally dream of a future, and not just for Zoey, but for myself.
“I’d like you to meet someone,” he murmurs, his chest rising beneath me. His hands tighten on my waist, stroking it like he needs the strength.
Lifting my head, I pop my chin on his pec and stare into his bright blue eyes.
“Who?” I ask curiously.
He swallows and searches my face before lifting his hand and stroking my cheek lovingly. I lean into the touch; I can’t help it. “My father,” he whispers.
His father?
CHAPTER17
Alaric
The next morning, I waste no time getting ready to take my girls to meet my father. The decision might have come to me unexpectedly, but once I made it, there was no point in hesitating or putting it off. I do find myself reaching for my little Layla as she gets ready though. When she’s curling her hair back, I grab her hips and press my head to her back, needing her warmth.
I always feel weak when I’m with him.
He was once a great man, but now he’s nothing but a shadow of himself. It hurts and haunts me, not only for what I’ve lost in a parent, but because of what I might become. Before her, that was my destiny, to sit alone, cold, and sick in a nursing home with no one to visit me but a monster like me. Now that I have her in my life, my future is suddenly hopeful, bright even. It’s something I never would have considered possible for a man like me.
I have a family. I have happiness, whereas he only had me.
Where his darkness was thrust upon me, I will ensure my own never touches the goodness that is Layla and Zoey. They will never know the demons like I was forced to.
I love my job, don’t get me wrong, but my path was chosen for me and enforced by the man we are going to see. My whole childhood was molded around it, around training me and teaching me to be better than he could ever be. I learned to be cold, calculating, and uncaring for anyone and anything. Yet I loved him, and he loved me. I often saw the yearning in his eyes as he grew old and frail—yearning for something grander, more significant, like love. Something I struggled to express due to the very same things he taught me.
Now I’m peeling back those layers for her—my wife. I want him to meet her and see that I did what he never could, so that I will never die with the same regrets he will. I want my father to be proud and comforted knowing I’m finally happy. I know it’s a concern of his, and no job or payout has ever felt as good as bragging to him about this.
I can’t answer many of her questions, too nervous with the impending meeting, and Layla seems to notice. She offers me comfort instead, squeezing my hand as I lead her and Zoey to the car. When I go to shut the door behind her after she climbs in, she stops me, leans up, and kisses me, selflessly offering her support.
It sends a shot of warmth through my cold beating heart, restarting it once more. For her.
Only ever for her.
I smile for the first time this morning, like the sun breaking through the clouds, and when she sees it, hers grows. “Come on, Alaric. I want to meet the man who raised such an incredible man.” She shuts her door, and I’m helpless but to comply with her order.
Helpless to give her anything less than everything she ever wants.
The drive to the home doesn’t take long—he insisted on staying close, after all. Even in his state, he was the one to choose this senior home after making me list entrances and exits, security measures, and other people who lived there, including background checks. We can’t park nearby, so I drop the girls off so they don’t have to walk and find a spot before jogging to the entrance where they linger.
