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She groaned in pleasure, like my fucking little whore. “Daddy’s jizz tastes so good,” Phia breathed and licked her lips.

I hummed, my cock twitching. I settled down beside her and wrapped my body around hers. What we’d done was taboo and crossed every fucking line. Hell, I was pretty sure in some states it was fucking illegal. But this was my future. My forever.

“My perfect girl,” I murmured into her hair. I’d come harder than I ever had in my life. And like a fucking sex starved pervert, my dick was hardening once more.

For long minutes we just lay there, me holding her, knowing this was exactly how it was supposed to be. Phia tipped her head back and looked at me, a soft, post-sex, euphoric smile on her face.

“Tell me I’m yours,” I demanded softly.

Her smile widened. “I’m yours, Daddy.”

Yeah, she fucking was.

CHAPTER 6

BECKETT

The morning light crept through the thin curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. The air was still thick with the scent of last night—sweat, skin, and hardcore fucking.

Phia was still asleep, curled against my chest, her breath slow and even, her fingers splayed over my abdomen like she’d clung to me all night.

And she had.

I ran my hand down the curve of her back slowly, savoring the feel of her warm, bare, and smooth skin beneath my fingers. My sweet girl was soft. Delicate. And all mine.

I should be thinking about what this meant. What we’d done. But all I could think about was how perfect she felt in my arms. Phia was meant to be here, held by me in this way. I didn’t regret a single fucking thing.

When I exhaled through my nose, she shifted slightly, and I pulled her closer. She made a soft sound, her body stretching against me before she blinked her eyes open, still hazy with sleep.

The moment her gaze met mine, I thought maybe she’d freak out. But she gave me a slow, sexy smile.

Heat bloomed over her cheeks, her lips parted, and she buried her face against my chest. “Morning, Daddy.”

I smirked, dragging my fingers through her hair. “Morning, darling.”

She hesitated, biting her lip before glancing up at me. “You’re already awake.”

“Been awake for a while just thinking.”

She pulled back, her brows pulled together. “Thinking?” I saw a flicker of panic.

I smiled, hoping to ease her worries. “Thinking about you.” My thumb traced slow circles on her hip. “About last night and how fucking perfect it was.”

Her breath hitched, her hand tightening over my ribs.

Neither of us spoke for a moment.

Then, quietly, she whispered, “It was wrong, wasn’t it?”

I let out a slow exhale, resting my chin on top of her head. “Yeah, baby. It was really fucking wrong.”

She didn’t pull away, didn’t move at all. After a long pause, she murmured, “But it didn’t feel wrong.”

I closed my eyes and shuddered as memories of being with her, of fucking her tight cunt and filling her up, played through my mind.

No. It didn’t feel wrong at all. Being with Phia felt like the only thing that had ever made sense. I tightened my hold on her. “It’s too late to go back now, baby.”

She shivered, her fingers running absently along my stomach. “What happens next, Daddy?”

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