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Eager to obey, she kicked her dress to the side and planted her feet shoulder-width apart. Ice chuckled at her exuberance as he slid a hand between her parted thighs.

“Such an obedient little slut when you think you’re getting what you want, aren’t you, baby?” Knowing fingers speared her, driving her need higher and higher as he worked her only the way he knew how. “So greedy for Daddy’s cock in this wet little cunt.”

For once, she didn’t cringe internally at those words. Because even though they were designed to humiliate her, the humiliation only made her wetter, greedier. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Fuck, I love hearing you say that.” His laugh was strangled, as if his need for her was so great he couldn’t breathe. “I never thought of myself as a Daddy. And I don’t think I’d want to be that for anyone else. I don’t just want to be a Daddy. I want to be your Daddy, Silver. Only yours.”

Mine. Only mine. “Well that’s good. Because you’re the only man I want to call Daddy.”

“Fuck. You’re killing me, baby. Get your ass on the bed.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. As soon as the order was given, she was hurrying over to the bed, splaying herself out for his viewing pleasure. His hungry gaze raked down her body, so hot she swore she could feel it igniting little along her skin as he stripped out of his clothes.

Muscles rippled as he moved, a reminder of how deceptively strong he really was. And then he was on the bed with her, kneeling between her splayed thighs and sinking into her heat.

Until him, never had she felt as though a man might split her in two. Even as wet and ready as she was, his cock stretched her to the point of pain. But it was pain she welcomed, pain that had her whimpering and arching up to take him deeper, deeper.

“I know it hurts, baby,” he crooned as he flexed his hips, burying himself inside her even more. “But you’re such a good little slut, aren’t you, baby? Look how well you take me. Look how well you take Daddy’s cock in your pretty pussy. Just a little more, baby, I’m almost there.”

His praise made it even easier to bear the pain. “Thank you, Daddy,” she gasped, clinging to him as he thrust forward, burying himself completely in her.

He held there a heartbeat, then two, giving her time to adjust to the size of him before rocking his hips, just the slightest bit of movement inside her. Unlike when they’d fucked on the couch earlier that day, this was slow and easy. And despite the filthy words of praise he continued to whisper in her ear, there was tenderness to ease the pain.

So much so, that by the time they crested that wave of pleasure together, she realized she’d given him more tears, after all.

CHAPTER 18

SILVER

She woke earlier than usual, earlier even than Ice. Probably because she’d fallen asleep well before her normal ‘bedtime’ after he’d so thoroughly worn her out.

Which was also probably why her limbs felt like someone had attached lead weights to them as she dragged herself out of bed and to the bathroom. She considered going back to bed, but her mind was wide awake even if her body didn’t quite agree.

Coffee. She needed coffee.

As she waited for the pot to fill, she wandered the spacious kitchen. It wasn’t decorated entirely to her taste, but she didn’t hate it, either. And it had a good flow to it, as did the rest of the house. At least, what she’d seen so far.

What would it be like to wake up every day in Ice’s bed? Maybe not this house, but one like it. Away from the crowds of L.A., away from the hordes of screaming fans. Just her and him and their new East Coast friends. Dinner parties with Braden and Lottie would be an absolute blast, she was sure. Beckett, too, though she couldn’t quite place the woman he might end up with. Someone much more reserved than herself and Lottie that was for sure.

Maybe she’d invite Holden and Frankie, but not tell them the other was coming, just to see what happened.

She could see it all so clearly in her head. So much so that when her phone buzzed against the countertop and she looked down, it was a nasty little shock to her system to see Ace’s name on the screen.

It was tempting to ignore him, to continue pretending he didn’t exist while they were here. But there was guilt now, slithering around her belly, wrapping itself around the knots anxiety had created and making her feel vaguely ill.

Guilt, because even though he’d hurt her in ways nobody else ever had, what she was doing now was possibly even worse.

Driven by the guilt, she picked up her phone and opened his messages.

The Asshole

Simon talked to Ice. Said he’s planning to head home soon. Where the fuck are you? Are you with him?

I bet you laid down for him the moment you found him, you fucking whore. That’s why you’re not answering your phone. Too busy sucking his cock.

Fuck you both. You deserve each other.

Shaken, she shoved the phone into the pocket of her leggings and poured herself a cup of coffee, somehow managing not to spill a drop despite her shaking hands. She carried it out onto the back deck, sipping it as she watched the sun rise over the crashing waves. The ocean helped to soothe her, a bit, but the knots in her stomach never quite unraveled completely.

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