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“Fuck, baby. Ride daddy’s cock. Show me how much you love daddy.”

“So much,” she mutters.

“I know. I love you, baby. Forever.”

Another tear rolls down her face, and I catch it with my tongue, running a long line up her cheek before pressing my lips to hers. I feel her body shake, and I feel my own orgasm beginning to build. Our bodies are so in tune with one another, so connected. There is no way anyone could stand a chance at comparing to Skyla. To think otherwise is just plain idiocy.

“Ronan, Ronan, Ronan,” she shouts as her orgasm takes over her.

Her movements fall out of rhythm as her legs shake and her back arches. I curse under my breath as my cock floods her pussy. I fuck her deeper than before, intent on pushing my cum further and further into her before our movements still all together.

She rests her head against my shoulder, letting out a shuddering breath as she sighs.

“We’ll get through this together,” I say. “Okay, baby?”

Skyla doesn’t respond, concern weighing heavily inside me as she slowly lifts herself from me. I watch her adjust her dress, wincing as she takes a step. No doubt she feels uncomfortably full, my cum leaking down her legs.

“Asher and I are going to leave. I know that you don’t love her, but I can’t pretend to sit back and smile and be happy for you. Even for show.”

My mouth stays in a flat line, and I nod my understanding as she turns on her heel and slips out of the garden. I sit there for several seconds, running my hands through my hair. I wonder how the fuck I’m going to go back in there and pretend that everything is alright, let alone marry a woman that I can’t fucking stand, knowing that it’s breaking the only person that means anything to me in this life.

Chapter Twenty Six

Skyla

Istep inside the party, laughter and music practically deafeningly loud when I bump into a woman. Oh, not a woman. The woman.Annie.

“Ow! Watch where you’re fucking going,” she sneers at me.

My mouth drops open, unable to hide my shock.

“Excuse me?” I ask.

“Excuse me?” she mimics before narrowing her eyes at me. “You heard me. If you would stop being a pathetic lovesick bitch, maybe you’d be able to watch where you’re going.”

I shake my head, scoffing at her as I speak.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please,” she snaps. “The tacky slutty schoolgirl thing, the little heart eyes you give him any time you’re in the same room as him. You’ve got a little crush on your husband’s uncle. Fucking disgusting of you, honestly. I wonder how your poor husband would feel if he knew?”

I don’t react, allowing her to see absolutely none of my emotions.

“You think I like Ronan?” I laugh derisively before shaking my head.

I don’t like him, I love him.

Indecision muddles her eyes before she tilts her head to the side in question.

“Yes, I do. You’re so obvious about it. You’re just an inexperienced little girl. You could never give him what he needs.”

Really, I try to do my best to hold in my amusement at that statement. After all, I’m the one with Ronan’s cum dripping down my legs. I don’t respond as she lifts up her white dress, exposing her ass cheeks that have very defined fingerprint bruises developing.

“He likes it rough. As soon as you left that office, he couldn’t bury himself inside me quick enough,” she smiles before pulling down her dress and sashaying off towards the kitchen.

I know she’s full of shit. She has to be. I trust Ronan, and if anything would have happened between them, he would have told me. I know it. That’s not to say something won’t happen eventually. He’ll be expected to produce an heir, and that means he’ll have to sleep with her at least once. What if he finds out he enjoys it? What if they do it more than once? What if…

“Hey, are you okay?” Asher asks, rounding the corner before reaching out to cup my face.

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