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“Hurt me, please. I’m begging you. I don’t care how much it hurts. I need you.”

Her words seemed to snap something inside him. Gathering her wrists in his hand, he pinned her to the couch as he drove the rest of the way into her aching pussy. Pain and pleasure swirled together inside her, until all she knew was him and what he was doing to her body.

“Is this what you want, my greedy little slut?” Still pinning her in place, he fucked her with slow, forceful thrusts. “You want Daddy to ruin this sweet pussy for any other man?”

“Yes, god, yes.”

“Then you better fucking come for me, baby, or the next time you take my cock inside you it will be your ass taking me instead. Come for me, Silver.”

Helpless against his commands, against the waves of pleasure he was forcing on her, she came with a cry, her entire body shuddering with the force of it as he continued fucking her with those steady, deep strokes.

“That’s my good fucking girl. Goddamn, baby, that’s it. Squeeze Daddy’s cock with that tight little cunt.”

Another orgasm racked her, wrecked her. She was blind to anything that wasn’t him, wasn’t the pain of him stretching her pussy, wasn’t the pleasure of being so taken over by a man she couldn’t see straight.

And then he filled her one final time, his already impossibly huge cock swelling inside her as his seed spilled into her. Together they collapsed in a tangle of sweaty limbs and shuddering breaths as he rolled, pulling her on top of him.

As their breaths slowed, he brushed at a curl that had come loose from her now even messier bun. “Good morning, baby.”

Delighted by him, by them, she laughed and snuggled into his chest. “Morning, Daddy. What’s for breakfast?”

As if she’d magically conjured said breakfast, the doorbell rang, and Ice groaned as he nudged her to the side so he could stand. “There’s a local place that makes really great waffles. I ordered us some. And bacon. Coffee’s in the pot.”

Sitting up, she reached for the shirt he’d pushed off her and rose up onto her knees to watch him pad to the front door, dressed in nothing but those low-slung gray sweatpants. “I could get used to this.”

Ice opened the door and chatted briefly with the delivery guy before turning back to her, food in hand and one eyebrow raised. “Get used to what?”

“Being spoiled. Taken care of. Ace never…”

Shit. One look at Ice’s face, now a blank mask, told her she’d said exactly the wrong thing. As usual. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. Waffles, you said?”

Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating before he finally turned away. “Yeah. Waffles.”

Goddammit, Silver. You dumbass. “I’m, um, going to go put some pants on real quick.”

Without waiting for an answer, she hurried back to his bedroom where she managed to dig up a pair of sweatpants that actually fit over her hips. Another point for Mr. Elias Turner, she thought bitterly as she tied the drawstring around her waist.

Shoving open the French doors leading out to the back deck, she closed her eyes and drank in the sun and salt air. Let it settle her, the way little else could. When she was finally feeling steady again, and not like she might burst into tears at any given second, she made her way back to the kitchen.

And ate her waffles in complete and utter silence.

CHAPTER 14

ICE

Breakfast couldn’t have been more of a disaster if he’d intentionally set out to sabotage it. Thankfully, Silver had taken herself off to the shower as soon as they’d finished, leaving him alone to deal with the cleanup.

And his own self-loathing.

As he wiped down the table, he tried not to think of her, naked beneath the streaming water, rinsing his cum from her gorgeous thighs. Or how much he would enjoy slipping in behind her, cupping her soapy breasts in his hands and?—

The buzzing of her phone jolted him out of his perverted daydream. It was wrong of him, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself from reaching over to grab the phone from where she’d left it on the kitchen table. Just to see who it was from.

Fuck. Ace always did have a knack for timing.

Although he couldn’t read the message itself, just knowing that Ace was texting her was enough to have guilt churning in his stomach, making him wish he hadn’t had that second waffle at breakfast.

Setting the phone aside, he finished wiping down the table while his mind raced, trying to think of what to do next.

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