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“Are you going to ride me like a good girl?”

She grinned and pushed herself up using my chest.

“No more clothes in bed,” I growled at her before yanking her T-shirt off.

I felt her arousal as she began to move up and down my dick. Her tits swayed with her movements, and I gripped them, watching her mouth fall open. Her nipples were so sensitive. I pulled her down so I could suck on her as deeply as I could. It would never be a hardship to play with her pretty breasts. I used my grip on her ass to slam her down on my dick each time I thrust upwards. She was soaking my balls within minutes. She ground herself on me, circling her hips as I continued to fuck into her unprotected pussy. As soon as she began to convulse around my cock I twisted us around so she was flat on the bed and began to pound into her pussy.

She was still letting out little cries when I filled her cunt up with my cum. Nothing would stop me from getting what I wanted.

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When all the packages came for her clothes and shoes, she was so excited that she began to kiss me all over my face. I held her bare asscheeks in my hands and felt a sliver of guilt. When I saw the happiness on her face, I shook it off.

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I watched her every single minute of the day. As it drew closer to Christmas, I knew her mother would want to see her. I’d had her close to three months, and this would be her ultimate test.

Had I done enough for her to emotionally bond with me? For her to see me as less of a villain?

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She sat on my lap with her head on my chest, reading one of my books while I stroked her hair.

“Do you want to go on a road trip and see your mum for Christmas?”

Her head snapped up, and she looked as if I had suggested going on a puppy-killing spree.

“You want to get rid of me?” she croaked out her first words.

I wasn't sure if I was in shock that she finally spoke or the words that were uttered out of her mouth.

Chapter 23

Faye

The panic I felt that ensued after his words was like nothing I’d experienced since coming to Devon. He made me feel loved. I didn't care if it was a twisted version of what love was supposed to be like. He was getting rid of me. He was done with me. I felt my lips tremble.

“What did I do wrong?” I whispered.

He frowned at me, and I began to cry. He was angry with me again.

What did I do wrong?

I pursed my lips together. I wouldn't speak anymore.

“Look at me.”

I shook my head, looking at his chest.

“If you don't look at me right now, I will get the kit out and stitch your lips up again,” he snapped at me.

I instantly lifted my head up. He put his hand on my neck, holding my head upright.

“There you are. You silly little lamb. I will never be rid of you in the same way you will never be rid of me. I thought your mum could stop worrying, and we could let her know she will have a grandchild sometime next year,” he said, finishing his words with a smile.

I tried to make sense of what he was saying. He never wore a condom. Of course, I would have fallen pregnant at some point. It had just never occurred to me, being wrapped up in my own world.

My mum would know something was wrong. I touched the scar on my cheek.

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