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“You also have another flower to add.”

She looks down and smiles.

“I’ve been waiting forever to fill that gap.”

“Can you add some color to mine?” I ask, and she tilts her head.

“I can. Why?”

“I want to make my daughter smile. Not everything has to be dark all the time. That’s what you’ve taught me.”

She tugs me closer and drapes her arms over my shoulders, so I grab her thigh and hoist it up, pressing my pulsating cock against her.

“I’d love to give you some ink, Declan. Have you ever had your tattoo artist suck you off mid-session?”

My mouth drops open, and she giggles.

“No. But I will be having that. Fuck.”

I pick her up by the waist carefully but can’t resist slapping her ass as I stride into another bedroom.

Gently, I lay her down on the mattress and climb on myself.

“Now, I promised to worship you. How about we clean each other up, and then I’ll spend however long we have left doing just that.”

She pouts and gives me a cheeky grin.

“You have an hour. Then we get Isabella up and ready for the flight. Daddy duties start now.” She winks, and I let out a growl as I pin her into the mattress and kick open her thighs.

“No, baby. Daddy Declan duties start right here, right now, with you.”

The blush on her cheeks sends all the blood to my dick.

“Yes, daddy. Clean me up and make me feel good.”

Goddammit.

She is going to be the most beautiful death of me.

Chapter 104

CHARLOTTE

Two weeks later…

Iglance at the time on my laptop and spin in my chair. Three hours. I haven’t even stopped for a sip of water.

Living in Declan’s mansion in Decadence has already started to feel like second nature. And Isabella? She’s obsessed with the fact her daddy runs a chocolate factory. She’s toured the place, already brainstorming wild ideas for new chocolate flavors.

But nothing compares to that chocolate milkshake he created. It’s a game-changer.

We’ve been looking into schools for her, both of us agreeing we want her to have a safe butnormalchildhood. The kind I never got. Friends, parties, experiences. All the things I missed out on, we’re determined she’ll have a chance to enjoy everything.

Of course, she’s also got an army protecting her at all times. I don’t think Declan’s protective instinct will ever change—and honestly? I love it. Not having to always be the sole protector, always in fight mode.

Here, with him, I can breathe. Which is why I’ve spent the last three hours in the library, glued to my laptop, trying to finish our book.

A soft knock interrupts my thoughts, and the door creaks open. I spin in my chair and spot Isabella first, holding a big plate of fruit. Then, Declan steps in right behind her, carrying a tray.

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