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Her chin lifts defiantly. I know she’s pregnant, and that should caution me, but I can’t hold back. She can take me as I am. I’ll never hurt her, not more than she’ll enjoy at least.

When I go to grab her hands she starts to fight me again. A smile stretches across my face. I enjoy her fire. Crave it even. I flip her onto her stomach. Grabbing the cord with one hand, I have her wrists locked behind her back with the other. Quickly, I bind her wrists together.

Once she’s secure, I pull her until her feet are on the floor, and her torso rests on the bed. I slap her ass, and she gasps. “You ran from daddy, and bad girls get punished.”

She doesn’t respond, so I slap the other cheek. “Let me hear you say it, baby bird.”

“Yes daddy,” she mumbles.

“I don’t believe you mean it,” I say and land a slap on her pussy.

She’s trying to hold back, but between our weeks of separation and the hormones coursing through her body, a wanton moan escapes.

I drag my cock through her swollen pussy lips coating my cock in her wetness. She squirms, subconsciously trying to get more of my cock. “You ready to be my good little slut? Who do you belong to?”

“You, daddy,” she says on a breathy moan.

“Yes you fucking do,” I say through clenched teeth.

I am torturing myself while trying to tease her. It’s been too long since I felt her inner walls squeezing my dick. I can’t wait any longer. One hard thrust and I’m buried deep inside heaven.

My fingers dig into her hips. I can’t be sure, but they feel a little wider. I can’t wait for her to swell with my child. Just thinking about it makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. “Do you feel that?” I ask her.

“You think I only want you because you’re pregnant? I’m hard as a fucking rock.”

I slam my hips forward, rocking her up the bed. “Does this feel like I’m just here out of guilt?”

“No,” she whispers.

I spank her lush ass again. With my dick buried in her I feel the vibration of the impact roll down my shaft causing us both to groan. “I do love that you’re carrying my child. That I am the man who planted my seed in your womb. I’m really looking forward to servicing every need you have. Anytime you want my cock, it’s yours. Only yours.”

My words elicit a spasm of her inner walls. She starts moaning, and I push her higher and higher. Our bodies slap together as she starts pushing back with every thrust. When she starts to come, I fuck her harder.

“It’s too much,” she begs.

I prop myself up with one hand on the mattress so I can reach her clit. I strum the nub relentlessly, and she tries to squirm out of my touch. “You’ll fucking take it,” I growl.

Her cunt tries to strangle my cock, and I power through, fighting the urge to come myself. She comes so hard I feel her release gush, soaking my cock. Still I don’t let up. I take her until the lightning shooting down my spine pulls my balls up tight, spreading a delicious fire through my body. I roar when I finally come.

Wren lays limp on the bed when I roll off of her. By the time I untie her hands she’s blinking her eyes. “You made me pass out,” she accuses.

I smile, and drag her up the bed to lay on top of me. Stroking her back, I tell her, “That’s not the last time I’ll do it either. I told you, I’m going to fuck you into submission.”

“You’re going to fuck me into a coma,” she grumbles.

“Whatever keeps you from leaving,” I admit. “Love and war, baby bird. Anything goes, and have no doubt I’m fighting to keep you.”

40

Wren

There are several missed calls and a dozen texts from Hattie when I finally manage to clear my head from the sex fog Griffin seems determined to keep me under. Damn my hormones for helping him. I want to be mad at him, but my traitorous body is making it freaking hard.

Maybe I don’t actually want to be mad at him, but I can’t accept a life where my needs come after Liam. I know that’s unfair. Liam is his son, and I know my little peanut will always come first to me, but I’ve already lived that life. Even more importantly, my child will not come after my asshole ex husband. Or, soon to be ex husband. I need to check on that. After Hattie told me about not being able to get divorced in Florida, since I’m pregnant, I told her I’d had divorce papers drawn up weeks ago. She asked me if they were filed, and I wasn’t sure. I know Liam didn’t sign them, but I had. So before I do anything, I’ve got to call my dad’s friend and find out where I left that process. Maybe I can just file those.

I open my texts first, and it’s a series of demands to get my ass back to the house to talk to her. Then some pleading, and finally she admits she’s worried about me. It feels weird to have someone actually worry about me. It’s been so long since I’ve felt like there was someone in my corner, and now there’s a small crowd gathering. It warms me from the inside knowing my child would have more than me looking out for them.

Griffin rolls his bulky body to spoon me. His arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me snugly against him as his lips drop to the spot where my neck and shoulder. “Are you hungry?”

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