Page 132 of Wicked


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“And what is that?”

“My mom.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I knew your mom; believe me, you’re nothing like her.”

She nods. “I know, I just...”

I cup her face in my hands. “Why did your mom marry me?”

She bites her inner cheek. “For money.”

“And why do you want me?” I ask.

Ella blows out a breath and shakes her head. “God knows why, but I love you.”

“Clear fucking difference, Ella. Your mom was rotten on the inside. She never treated you like a daughter should be, putting money ahead of you. Not to mention practically using you as a meal ticket until she had a better option.” When Ella got to talking about all her mom had done to her over the years, it made me so fucking angry. So angry that I would have killed her myself if she weren’t already dead for hurting Ella like that.

A few tears escape, and I wipe them away.

“So stop putting yourself down.”

Ella nods. “Thank you.”

“Come here.” I open my arms, and she rests her head against my chest, allowing me to hold her all the way home. Once we return, I’m unsure what kind of mood she’ll be in.

“Are you hungry?” I ask as we enter the house.

She shakes her head. “No, let’s go to bed.”

I take her hand and lead her up the stairs to our room. Once we get inside, she grabs hold of the lapel of my jacket and pulls me into a kiss. I kiss her back, feeling so much emotion clawing at my chest. I want her to understand how much I love her. That there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. I’d die for her if I had to.

“I want you,” I breathe against her lips. “Strip for me.”

Her eyes light up as she steps back and strips her clothes off teasingly. “Yes, Daddy.”

I wrap my arms around her when her panties drop to the floor, lifting her. Kissing her, I carry her to the bed and drop her in the center before fixing her wrists to the headboard and then her ankles, ensuring she’s spread wide and at my mercy.

I take a step back. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her cheeks flush darker. “Don’t be silly.”

I’ll never understand how she doesn’t see what I see. A beautiful angel. However, years of her mom never showing her love and belittling her more than I ever realized have left her with issues with her self-esteem. I intend to fix that.

“I’m not being silly.” I pull my tie off and throw it aside. “You’re a fucking angel.” I unbutton my shirt and toss it to the floor. “More beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen.” I pull off my belt and unfasten my pants, dropping them to the floor. “And I would go as far as to say that there’s nothing on this planet or in this universe, you could show me that matches your beauty.”

Ella licks her lips, eyes fixed on my cock. “I think I’m staring at the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Her eyes drag up my body to my face. “You.”

I shake my head. “There’s nothing beautiful about me. I’m rotten and corrupted and will destroy you.”

She groans, arching her back. “Good. I want you to ruin me.”

I step toward her and place my hands on her knees. “Such a pretty little prize,” I muse, forcing them open wider. “All spread open wide for me and soaking wet too.”

“I’m always wet for you.”

“I can see that,” I smirk, sliding my fingers through her wetness, grinning as she squirms under my touch. “How about we roleplay?”

Her eyes flash, and she nods. “Yes, please.”

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