Page 27 of Hot Revenge


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I turn to Cara. She has an unreadable expression on her face.

‘About what, babe?’

‘You told me you couldn’t have children.’ She folds her arms around herself. ‘You got me pregnant on purpose.’

I breathe in deeply while holding her gaze. ‘Yes.’ There’s no point lying.

Her face cracks, anger, hurt, disbelief. ‘Why?’

I swallow hard and run a hand through my hair. ‘To begin with, out of revenge.’ Her eyes well up. I step over to her. She tries to retreat but is hindered by the side table at her back. I pull her to me and lower my head to hers. ‘But then, Cara, after I had a taste of you, all I could think about was having a baby with you.’ I place my hand between us, on her stomach. ‘You, Miss Cara, are going to be the most patient, loving mother.’ Her eyes widen. ‘And I will be the most doting of fathers.’

Her breath shudders. ‘You mean that?’

I nod through the sound of a loud crash from upstairs and smile down at her. ‘It will be you and me from now on, Cara. And our little baby. I’ll take care of you.’

Fresh tears form in her eyes, but happy tears this time.

‘You want me?’

The poor girl has never been wanted in her life. Even finding out that I’ve deliberately bred her without her consent can’t take away her desperate need to feel that she belongs. I’ll make it up to her – I’ll own her, claim her, and make her life a fucking dream come true. It’s only fair; she is making my dream come true.

‘Yes, Cara. I’m not letting you go.Ever. You are mine now.’

‘But you think I’m fat,’ she whispers.

I chuckle and shake my head against hers, warmth spreading through my chest. ‘I don’t. You’re actually pretty perfect.’

‘Don’t be stupid.’

‘No, really.’ I kiss her lips gently. ‘And if you turn fat with the pregnancy, I’ll still want to fuck you any chance I get.’ She tries to stop a giggle. I grab her hand and pull her with me. ‘Come.’

‘Where are we going?’ she asks as I walk through the hallway and into the kitchen. I lift the olive oil from the kitchen island.

‘There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time,’ I reply.

‘Oh, what’s that?’ Her eyebrows raise as I bring her into the reception room behind the kitchen, the one that hasn’t been used since my grandparents were alive. The air feels thick as I close the creaky door behind us. Dim light shines through the yellowed net curtains and onto the green velvet seating group. There’s a layer of dust on the table where I place the bottle.

‘I always wanted to fuck your ass.’

‘Daddy!’

Her complaint is swallowed by my mouth as I kiss her, devouring her mouth with mine. I hope she doesn’t expect me to become a romantic sap just because I’ve admitted I want her and that she’s mine. She’d better get used to my form of love declarations, which are hands sliding up her thighs under her skirt, and under her panties. Cara rubs her chest against mine, from side to side as my fingers dig into her ass cheeks.

‘Are your tits extra sensitive?’ I ask. She nods her head, and more blood is pumped into my cock. Anything about her pregnancy seem to turn me on.

I push her shirt and bra up, exposing her bouncing breasts, and take a nipple into my mouth. She shudders and presses her chest forward. Her tits are probably no more sensitive now than they were when I played with them yesterday, or the day before, but knowing she’s pregnant makes me eagerly explore with my tongue and teeth how rough I can be.

With my face smashed against her breasts, my hands find their way back under her panties. I’ve been waiting too long to tap this ass. Cara flinches when my fingers trail her crack, all the way down to her pussy. It’s still wet from when I made her come earlier. She moans quietly as I drag some of the wetness up to her pucker hole.

‘You want this too, don’t you, babe?’ I grin, my tongue rolling against her hard nipple.

‘I-I don’t know.’ Her breath hitches as the tip of my finger prods her tight ring. The muffled voice of Valerie comes through the ceiling, yelling, shouting. Despite the floor between us, we can clearly make out‘fucking slut’.

‘You’re my ‘fucking slut’, aren’t you, babe?’ I chuckle and swap breasts. ‘My little fuck slut.’

Goosebumps spread on her skin and she giggles. ‘Yes, Daddy.’

‘Say it.’ My erection is tenting my shorts as I eagerly wait for her words.

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