Page 80 of His Pretty Little Duet

Nodding, the information settles into her gaze, and then another spark of inquiry flares through her. "And the father?"

I grind my molars, jaw muscles pulsing under the pressure while I will that Butcher head of mine to calm. I touch the soft white skin on her cheek. "The man who raises him is his father, Fawn. You will accept that."

She blinks at me. Her line of sight shifts over my shoulder, eyes losing focus as thoughts sweep across them.

I stare at her. "Canyou accept that, sweet girl?"

She doesn't waver; her eyes are fixed within a memory. "Was it Benji?"

Fuck it. Gritting my teeth, I tell her what is best for her, what will keep her at peace. "Yes."

She looks at me, and I bite back a growl when she says, "Was he gentle? Did he tell them to leave? Did he kiss me?"

Fuck!I have never wanted to tear the entire fucking world apart with my bare hands, bring the houses and mountains and forests down. Reap all the peace and fucking happiness from others merely to offer them all to her on a shiny platter.

She can have it all.

Every damn thing.

This lie scorches. It'll scar. But I'll take it all for her. "Yes," I hiss, the words singeing my tongue. I lift my hand to sweep her blonde hair over her shoulder and imagine how I might havetaken her the first time. Had I been young and in love with her at the time. Had I been emotionally available. "He told his brothers to leave. That you were his focus now. Only you. He wasn't always gentle because he was too overwhelmed by you, little deer, but he took you thoroughly. He was never going to let you go, so he held you all night, still inside you." The words come out easily because I'm no longer talking about him.

Her eyes move to meet mine, green and blue and filled with trust and vulnerability and,Christ...

She squints, panning her gaze over my face in a seeking kind of way. As though she knows I was talking about me. "I wish he was yours," she says, and my heart aches inside my chest. Aches for her.

And I bite back a wince. "He is."

Fuck.

I don't know what that fucking means, but I said it, and I meant it.He is mine.

She is mine.

Needing to redirect her from this concern, I say, "I've taken care of everything. I will take care of you. Both of you. Are you worried?"

She doesn't answer, so I shuffle and cup the back of her head, gently cradling her. "Do you want to please me, sweet girl?"

She swallows thickly and nods with hints of uncertainty that instantly make me hard. I stroke my erection.

Her shoulder blades roll as she crawls down my body. I keep a grip on the root of my cock and pump gently as she encloses the tip with her soft inexperienced lips.

I squeeze my precum up with my fist, the rush of sensation making me groan. She hums and licks, enjoying the hint of what I could give her.Madonna Mia.I need this.

Need to control this situation.

She shouldn't have to worry.

I don't want her concerned about anything. I gently trail my fingers along her shoulders and down her arms, her soft muscles responding, twitching with delight. Finding her crown, I brush her silky blonde hair with my fingers. "You have been through a lot. Too much. And you have done it all by yourself. You didn't let life break you, but you also won't allow it to embrace you. You're scared. I need you to trust me, little deer. I will do the worrying for you. Let them all go now. All the questions and concerns about that night. Let them all go."

As her mouth gets keener, my breathing becomes heavy, and I drop my head back, stifling the need to growl her name. "You're doing really good," I pant. With one hand in her hair and the other meeting her wet mouth as I jerk myself, I have her completely submissive.

And content.

Closing my eyes, I pump my shaft while her exploratory lips do more for me than any skilled mouthfucking ever has.

The sweetness of this girl...Madonna Mia.

I open my eyes and see a sparkling blue and vivid green gaze staring up at me while she mouths the tip of my cock as though my girl is eager for more flavour. I release my shaft so I don’t get too close, too feral over the sight of her contently sucking my erection. "You're so pretty. These eyes,"—I use two fingers to brush down her forehead, dropping below her brows, forcing her eyelids shut as I travel over them with my fingertips—"are a thing of enchantment."

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