Page 22 of Morally Gray Daddies

Because there was no way I was spending the rest of my life with Gio.

Gio

Though she seemed like she was already fast asleep, I watched Clara closely as I laid her down on my bed. Satisfaction thrummed through me at seeing her there. Mine. My babydoll. Soon to be my wife.

It was incredibly late, and she should have been tired after everything she’d been through this evening, but I’d already learned not to trust her appearance.

Pressing my thumb to her lips, I remembered what it felt like to have my cock between them… and what it felt like to see Tomas’ there. It had been at my command. Just like having her get herself off on my leg had been. She was a feisty but submissive little thing, which was exactly what I liked.

I popped my thumb into her mouth.

Her eyes didn’t open, but she immediately started to suckle the tip in her sleep.

“Good girl,” I murmured, running my other hand over her body again, fondling her soft breast. She whimpered a bit when I pinched her nipple but didn’t otherwise react.

I gave her breast another caress before pulling both of my hands away. I kept one eye on her as I went to the bathroom to clean myself off and collect some water and a cloth. Naked now, I returned to the bedside, thinking through my options.

She might be asleep now, but once she’d had some rest, she was going to try to run again. I wasn’t daft enough to think otherwise. My job was to make it as difficult for her as possible. Hopefully impossible, though I’d now learned not to underestimate her.

While she was asleep, I stripped her down completely, admiring her curves. The red of her bottom gleamed in the moonlight next to the creamy paleness of her back and sides. I ran my fingers along the welt I’d left on her thighs, my cock jerking in appreciation at the softness of her skin and the raised line where my belt had fallen.

There were more of them on her ass, of course, but I liked seeing the straight line standing alone on the middle of her legs. Then I ran my fingers over the one that had crossed over her pussy. Wetness still seeped from her body.

Grinning to myself at the very pleasant memory of fucking her virgin asshole, I carefully wiped away all the fluids that coated her pussy and bottom. She whimpered a bit as the cloth passed over her back entrance, the little hole looking pink and swollen thanks to the thorough frigging I’d given it. My cock twitched as I cleaned her off, but I was also yawning.

I needed my rest if I was going to have any hope of keeping up with her tomorrow.

Done with cleaning her up, I tossed her filthy clothes into the hamper. At the very least, she’d have to search for them, though I doubted she’d want to wear them with all the fluids now coating them. I’d have to send someone to get her something to wear in the morning. In the meantime, she could wear one of my shirts since she wouldn’t be leaving the house, anyway.

Picking up the belt I’d used on her, I wrapped it securely around her wrists and then used it to tether her to the headboard. It wasn’t impossible to get out of, but it would take her time to work herself free—and keep her mostly immobile and unable to hit me. After a moment’s thought, I grabbed a second belt and used it to trap her legs together as well.

Only then did I climb into the bed and curl up behind her, my half-hard cock nestled between the hot curves of her cheeks. She whimpered again as I dragged her fully against me, my hand cupped over her breast, but she didn’t wake. It only took a moment before her breathing evened out again.

She felt right in my arms, pressed against me. I was once again tempted to take things further, but as I yawned again, I decided against it. After all, her ass was going to be plenty sore tomorrow, and I wanted to keep her pussy for our wedding night. I didn’t think it would take long to put the wedding together.

My uncle was going to want her locked down fast.

Which meant I was going to need to prove that I had her under control.

As she sighed in her sleep, snuggling back into me, I grinned. Despite the fight she’d put up this evening, I didn’t think that was going to be too hard. Her body knew who she belonged to.

Chapter Ten

Clara

I knew I wasn’t in my own bed the moment I woke up.

And not just because of the heavy body wrapped around me, the hand cupping my breast, or the large, hard rod pressing against my sore bottom. The bed felt different. The pillow felt different. It smelled different.

It smelled like Gio’s cologne—spicy, smooth, and very him.

Holding myself absolutely still so as not to wake him, I opened my eyes to take stock of the situation as the events of last night came rushing back. My overconfidence. My distraction. Getting caught. The fear from thinking they were going to off me.

The realization that my fate was so much worse.

Is it, though?

I clamped down on that thought.

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