Page 54 of Owen (Storm Enterprises)

“I think you should shower, baby girl. Romeo will be due for a feeding soon, right?”

The fact he knows our son’s routine already is a testament to his commitment. When I signed the adoption papers alongside our wedding certificate today, I was flooded with guilt, but knowing how Owen feels for Romeo leaves no question in my mind that he will forever be the father he should have had. I sit up and stare down at him. “Are you going to help me?”

The hunger in his eyes gives me the answer before he even says it, and I smile with confidence. “Damn fucking right, I am. Let’s see how messy I can get you first.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

OWEN

After fucking Laya against the tiled wall of the shower, I pushed her to the floor and had her suck my cock. As much as I want to fill her with my baby, there’s something hypnotic about seeing her mouth stretched, struggling to take my cock while I plow into her like a man possessed. Knowing her throat would be raw from my assault only added fuel to the inferno raging inside me.

She fed Romeo soon after, and I watched. With her back against my chest and our son in her arms, a sense of calm washed over me in a way I’ve never felt before.

My wife and son in my arms, bringing with it a tranquil feeling of completeness.

A purpose in life, my own family.

Pained whimpers set every hair on my body on edge, startling me awake. Laya thrashes about, gripping my thigh with her sharp nails.

My hand hovers in the air, about to rouse her from her nightmare. “No. No. Stop,” she whimpers, the sound scratchy from taking her so roughly, and my blood stills, sending my heart freefalling into the abyss.

Just what the hell has she endured?

I’ve let her down in more ways than I could ever imagine, so I squeeze my eyes closed, then snap them open when she crawls over my leg and between my thighs. Stroking her head, I hope my touch brings her some comfort, then her wails turn to low sobs. “Shh, baby girl,” I croon. “Shh, I’m here. Nothing can hurt you.”

Her lips encompass the tip of my soft cock, and I wince as I begin to harden at her touch.

I grit my teeth, willing myself not to become hard while she uses my cock for comfort, and eventually, her weeps become gentle whimpers as I glide my fingers through her hair. “Shhh. I’m here.” I’m unsure of who I’m trying to reassure more, her or me. Knowing I can comfort her has me determined to give her what she needs, so instead of delighting in the vibrations of her suckle, I concentrate on the fact that once morning arrives, I will find out who hurt my girl and make them pay. The sickening feeling wedged deep in the pit of my stomach isn’t going away; it’s amplifying and bringing with it a venomous fury I need to expel on the culprit.

Nobody hurts my girl.

Nobody touches my wife and gets away with it.

LAYA

Drool wets my cheek, and when I lift my head, I realize I’ve been using Owen’s cock to comfort me.

Heat rushes over me like a tidal wave, and I want nothing more than the world to eat me whole.

“It’s okay, baby girl. I like it.”

My gaze flicks up to him. “Pleased to be of service to you.” He grins.

I swat at his chest and scoot away from him, but he leans forward and lifts me so I’m straddling his body.

Then he tucks my hair behind my ear. “Tell me what happened.”

I dart my eyes away, unwilling to share my nightmare.

Owen turns my head to face him. “We’re married, baby. I need to know everything there is to know about you.”

“Like I know everything there is about you, you mean?” I snipe back, then I grimace at the hurt in his eyes. I know Owen keeps things from me. He always has; “to protect me,” as he says. But now that we’re married, things can’t be one-sided. That’s not how I want this relationship to work. I want every part of him,like he wants every part of me, including the darkness lingering behind his eyes.

He swallows slowly, and his eyes flash with vulnerability. “What do you want to know?”

I search his face for a sign of insincerity but find none, and like always, I want to pull him close and reassure him I’ll be by his side no matter what, that I will always be there for him.

Curiosity takes over me. “Your father.”

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