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His body softens, and I realize he’s accepted his fate. No good deed goes unpunished as they say.
With all his strength gone, he looks up at me. “You’re the one they call theSanta Claus, right? You control Christmas?”
No reason to deny the nickname. I nod. “It was my father. Now it’s me. And when my sweet Seraphina gives me a son, he’ll continue the tradition.”
A little bit of fight comes back with the look of disgust he shoots at me. “Does she know you’re a raging psychopath?”
Completely amused, I laugh from his inquiry. Such an oblivious man. I shake my head. “Nope, she thinks I’m on the nice list and that she’s the naughty one because of how much she loves me fucking her.”
My cock hardens into a rod in my pants from the thought, so I’ve got to go. “Melchior will be in soon. I’d enjoy this quiet, pain-free time while it lasts.”
I stride out to his yelling, pleading with me to reconsider as expected. I hurry up the steps to my vehicle. There’s someone else I’d much rather hear beg me.
My father’s always been an early riser, so at five I head to the guest room. Right on cue, her door opens and Dad steps out. All of the worry from yesterday no longer lines his face. He’s quick to head bob me as he silently twists the knob behind him.
“She’s dead to the world.”
“That’s okay. I know how to wake her up.”
He chuckles, and I know we’re in a good place literally and figuratively. This relationship with Seraphina is what we all need even though I didn’t realize it before.
She deserves to be pampered. Not necessarily with just money and gifts, but with an abundance of the love and affection she desperately desires to be happy.
Together, we can spoil her with double the attention.
Once he’s passed by, I enter yet pause to take her in. Her wholesome beauty is staggering. With her smooth skin and lax body, she confirms how safe she feels with us to sleep so deeply.
I strip and climb in beside her, tucking her head under my chin and holding her close. Despite my efforts not to disturb her slumber, she jerks awake and grabs my shirt. “It’s okay. It’s me.”
She settles down and breathes deep as if welcoming me and inhaling my scent.
“Balthazar.”
Full of raspy contentment, her voice stirs my cock the rest of the way to concrete. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.”
The squirm of happiness I haven’t felt in too damn long ripples from her body to mine. She needs me as much as I need her. I roll her onto her back and stare down at her radiant face.
“Are you going to punish me too?”
Damn, my dad’s a dirty bastard. “No angel. I’m going to take you home.”
Slender fingers dig into my chest, clutching the fabric with all her might.
“Why?”
The crack in her voice pleases me. Not that I want her to suffer. But because I want her to loathe the thought as much as I do. “Because we’re going to pack your stuff and bring you here where you belong.”
“What about you?”
Panic squeaks in her tone, and she tightens her grip just the way I do with her.
“I’m moving in too. We’ll stay in the north wing. So then you can see my father as much as you want.”
Her pulse throbs under my hand. The idea pleases her, yet she still has some reservations. A little coaxing on my part isn’t a hardship. “Everything we talked about is still true. We’ll get married, and I’ll build you your dream house. But right now we’ll do this because he needs you as much as I do.”
“I don’t want to admit it, but I need both of you too.”
