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I'm trying to ignore the fact that I can feel him hardening between my legs again. But there is no denying it because I can feel myself growing wetter by the second, even though I just had two orgasms.

Royal looks between us and smirks at me. “You know, since I'm such a gentleman, I’m not going to fuck you again, since I know you will already be sore enough. But once you are feeling better, you best bet I will have you on every single surface of this house. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, please,” I say breathlessly, though my vagina doesn’t seem to agree with what he is saying because she is clenching with the need to be filled by him again. Now.

He kisses my cheek. “How the fuck can you be so beautiful? You are staring at me like you don’t care if this pussy is hurting. You want me again, huh?” He growls at the end, and I shiver even though the bathroom is full of steam from the hot spray.

He shifts his hips, and the head slides between my lips, running against my swollen and sensitive clit. I gasp at the sudden intense pleasure that he brings within me.

Royal licks his lips, his eyes darkening as he lifts me and slowly brings me down, running the length of his dick along my slit.

Someway, somehow, my orgasm approaches me hard and fast. My face feels like it is numb. Right as I’m about to come, he slides to the hilt inside of me.

A startled small scream leaves me, not expecting that, and at the same time causing me to fall. I come harder than ever before.

A few strokes from Royal, and he is coming inside of me again. I lean forward, collapsing against him,

He is so strong that he can hold my body up like I weigh nothing. I have a calmness in my soul, an ease I have never felt before.

I feel so safe.

This time, there is no more heat between us. We are both spent, but he does wash me so gently.

His hands detangle my strands, washing my body carefully and drying me. I feel cherished and loved.

I hold back tears because this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I don’t have words for him. How can I? So, I just stare at him in shock, but I’m so happy.

I return the favor to him, treating him the way he treated me. He has scars all over his body, mostly covered with tattoos, but I can feel the raised bumps under my hands.

The darkness in his eyes, I know he has demons. That brings me pain because someone like him shouldn’t have demons.

I want to find them and kill them all for putting that darkness in his eyes.

I want to find the person who is responsible for the pain in Penny’s eyes. I know her mom is the one that has caused all the pain.

One day, she will have the karma she deserves. If karma doesn’t do justice, and if I ever see her, it’s on sight. I will punish her, and no one will ever hurt that little girl again if I can help it.

Chapter 8

Naomi

I wake up before everyone in the house. I look at the clock on the wall and see it's just after six o'clock in the morning.

Wanting Royal to sleep, I sneak over and turn his phone alarm off. I put on a pair of leggings, and his shirt that is baggy on me, reaching my upper thighs.

I peek in on the kids to see they’re both asleep, and I close their doors softly, not to wake them.

In the kitchen, I go through the refrigerator and the cabinets to find what I need for French toast, bacon, and some scrambled eggs for them.

I hum under my breath, loving this. His kitchen is size of my kitchen and living room put together. I love that there is a massive stove and oven in which I can stick the bacon while making the French toast on the built-in griddle on the stove.

Penny’s lunch isn’t packed yet and is lying on the island top. I open it and see she has spilled food on the inside from the day before. I clean it out and get busy making her some sandwich wraps, and grapes that I cut in half, which isn’t necessary for her age but makes me feel better.

I pack everything up, giving her a candy bar and adding a little note on the top of her container with her wraps inside, telling her I hope she has a good day. I put in her ice pack, zip it up, and set it by her backpack.

I set all the food on the table and jog up the stairs to wake everyone, deciding to check on Royal first. I giggle at the sight of him hugging my pillow, his face buried deep into it.

I crawl onto the bed, touching his face softly before kissing his cheek. “Time to get up. Breakfast is ready.”

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