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“My missing panties?” I nod. “My moved diary?” Another nod. “You read everything?” She’s mortified, yet there’s a thrill in her eyes.

“Baby doll, Daddy knew no boundaries when it came to knowing everything about you. I won’t apologize for that. Though I will apologize for not stealing you from my brother months ago because he never deserved you.”

She ponders my confession and gears up for more, and I’m prepared to tell her the worst of it. “What else?” Her hands circle my wrists now, squeezing as she awaits the answer.

“Fuck,” I hiss, knowing this might be the part where she calls the cops on me. “I put a camera in your room.”

Her jaw drops in shock, and her eyes widen as her chest rises and falls rapidly, and she squirms on the counter. “Y-you watched me?”

It’s my turn for my eyes to narrow because this response is not based on fear. If anything, my sweet innocent wife is turned the fuck on. Licking my lips, I tilt her head up with my thumb under her jaw and drop my other hand to circle her throat.

“Obsessively. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. After learning what you wanted in a man and that I was the one who would give it to you, I’d spent many nights with your panties wrapped around my dick, just waiting to unload inside your juicy cunt.” Stroking her throat, I watch her eyes dilate as I speak. “You good, baby doll? You want to run from Daddy?”

She whimpers low in her throat, making it sound like a whine. “No, Daddy Galen, I don’t want to run.”

“Then what do you want?” Grazing my nose along the side of her cheek, I feel every fevered breath puffing from her mouth.

“You, my Daddy, my husband, my stalker.” Growling, I drop my shorts, bite the side of her neck and slam my dick through her soaked pussy. Fucking her on the counter hadn’t been the plan, but I’ll take her everywhere I can get her.

“Hold on to Daddy, doll. I need it hard.” She cries out at the intrusion, still unused to my size, and I plow right through her resistance. I can’t, won’t, don’t want to stop. Now that she knows how obsessed I’ve been, what I’ve done to infiltrate her life, I can’t help but ravage her.

“Daddy,” she cries out in my ear. “Is there more?” Fuck, she knows me already.

“Yeah, Piper, there’s more,” I pant against her throat as she strains in my hold.

“Tell me.” I love listening to her beg.

Moaning as her pussy clamps down on my dick, I give her what she wants. “I followed you. Every fucking day. Learning your habits, taking pictures. You have the most radiant smile. I grew even more addicted.”

“What else?”

Pulling back so our eyes connect, I press my forehead into hers as I fuck her harder, needing her closer to the edge for my final confession. “I swapped your birth control for sugar pills the first day I broke into your house, and I know that right now, you’re in fucking heat for Daddy, and I’m breeding this pussy today.”

She explodes. Screaming out her pleasure as she clamps so tightly that I’m nearly forced out of her cunt. My home.

My. Fucking. Home.

I’m never leaving. Never giving her up for as long as I live.

The justice said it yesterday, and he was right…

Until death do us part.

Piper is all fucking mine. Forever.

CHAPTER 11

Piper

Every part of my body feels raw as I walk into my first class on Monday morning. Galen cancelled the celebration dinner on Sunday because he couldn’t stop fucking me. I ache in places I didn’t know existed, and somehow, I still want more with my new husband.

I recognize what should have happened after all his confessions and omissions this weekend. I should have run for the hills. I should have screamed at his trickery, but the truth is, I like how obsessed he is with me. There’s nothing I love more than the man himself. Realizing he went to such lengths to get to know me before claiming me is a turn-on and only makes me love him that much more.

Hael has been blowing up my phone since last night, wanting all the dirty details of our wedding night, and as I sit down in my first class in the back row, I barely have time to pull out my laptop before she drops into the seat next to me.

“Girl, deets, now.” My face immediately flames red as I recall all the things we did this weekend, and I can’t bring myself to speak the words aloud to my best friend. “Damn,” she whispers, “it must have been one hell of a weekend, then.”

Relieved she lets me off the hook, I nod instead. “It was amazing. More than I ever could have dreamed.”

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