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“Ah, fuck, yes. Such a good little cocksucking whore for Daddy, aren’t you?” I barely have the words out, and she’s sliding me down her throat before swallowing and sucking until I spew into her mouth and nearly blackout with pleasure.

Ellie lovingly draws back from my cock, smiling when she meets my eyes and kissing the tip as she licks her lips and climbs to her feet. “I love you, Daddy.” Her arms wrap around my waist, and everything in the world feels right and settled.

I should have known that wouldn’t last long.

CHAPTER 16

Ellie

All I could think about while in the bath was getting Lars into my mouth. When I’d come downstairs, it seemed like fate, so I went for it. It was, hands down, the best moment of my life. Making him come undone that way was empowering, and I can’t wait to do it again.

“Eat,” he demands now, setting a plate and two bowls in front of me. Grilled cheese sandwiches, tomato soup, and fresh fruit. My three favorite foods.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whisper while he drops a kiss on my lips.

As he sits next to me and we start eating in silence, the front door opens. Assuming it’s Damon, I hide the front of my body so he doesn’t see my pebbled nipples. Lars gets up, and I know he’s going to grab me a robe. What we don’t expect is for his ex to walk into the kitchen.

“Lars, baby?” Her voice is lovey-dovey until she spots me, barely dressed and looking freshly fucked. “You’re fucking your son's girlfriend!” Her screech makes me flinch, but I don’t hide. Damon knows we’re together, and he’s pretty excited about it.

“Not his girlfriend,” Lars growls while grabbing a blanket off the couch and placing it over my lap as I take a spoonful of the hot soup. I pull it up to cover my nipples and hide my excitement over my man taking care of me.

“Excuse me? She certainly was when I was here last time.” The woman’s voice is grating. Like nails on a chalkboard.

“She wasn’t.” Lars pinches the bridge of his nose. “Yes, they’re friends. Yes, we let you believe that. Frankly, it’s none of your business, but Ellie has always been mine, and she always will be. What the fuck do you want, Kyla?”

Dipping my sandwich into the soup, I moan when I take a bite. Lars turns to glance at me, glaring, knowing full well he can’t act on it at the moment.

“Are you kidding me right now, Lars? She’s our son's age!”

Her shout gets ignored as I moan again, antagonizing my man on purpose. I see the heat in his eyes as he watches me suck on the spoon like I did his dick a few minutes ago.

She tries another tactic. “She’s a serial killer’s daughter, Lars. She’ll ruin your career.”

“I’d give up my career to spend a lifetime in her cunt, Kyla. I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but it’s best you leave.” She goes silent and remains still. “Now!” he snaps, whipping his head around to give her a death stare.

“I never knew you were a pervert, Lars,” she throws at him.

I finally speak up. “And he didn’t know you were a vindictive bitch. I guess you’re even.” Damon has told me a lot about their relationship over the years. “I might be young, but at least I know how to treat Lars. At least I recognize I have a good thing when it’s right in front of me.” Her face turns an ugly shade of red, but I continue. “Damon is eighteen now; you have no reason to come around. I’d play it smart and stay away. I am my father’s daughter, after all.”

Kyla sputters as the color drains from her face before she stomps out in a huff.

“Damn,” Lars murmurs as he comes over to drop a kiss on my lips. “Didn’t think I could love you any more than I already do.”

The pride in his eyes makes me happy. I hadn’t expected to say anything, but I couldn’t let her keep attacking my man. He protects me; I protect him. It’s how we work, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I don’t think we could live any other way.

“Marry me.” Lars drops to his knees and pulls a ring out of his pocket. “I’m not perfect, but baby, I’ll be the perfect Daddy to you and love you until the day I die. Be mine.”

Tears spring forth, happy this time, and I have no other answer than, “Yes, Daddy.”

He slips the simple gold band with a round diamond on my finger and drags me in for a drugging kiss that leads to us making love on every surface until we finally make it to bed and spend the night in each other’s arms until the sun comes up.

I had no idea that a single knock would lead me to such devastation before guiding me into a life filled with love and laughter until my dying day, but I’d do it all over again to belong to Lars Wolfe.

Epilogue One

LARS

Two Years Later.

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