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“I’m going to try something different. You won’t be able to speak your safe word. If you need me to stop, hold a hand up.”

She doesn’t respond, which annoys me because I need to know that she will comply.

“Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. If I need you to stop, I’ll hold my hand up and you will.”

“Good girl.”

She whimpers from my praise, and I slam inside her wet pussy with a groan. As always, Kierra feels like perfection, so wet and tight for me, like she was made for my cock, but I don’t dare say it because that will only encourage her. I need to be careful to not let her believe this will continue beyond the week we’ve agreed to. It can’t.

I grab the tie and pull slightly as I rail her. I’m restricting her air but not cutting it off completely and her orgasm is nearly instant. Her nails dig into her ass as she trembles for me. Her tight pussy clenches down on my cock in a vise grip as she comes undone with a whimper.

Watching her unravel for me is my undoing. I let go of the tie, lean over her, grab her shoulders and pump into her, chasing my release as I speak into her ear, “Such a beautiful little cum slut.”

I push all the way inside her as I fill her with cum that I will enjoy seeing leak out of her later. That’s never been a kink of mine, but with her, it is. I don’t need to question why because I already know the answer. It’s because I want to own her even though it’s not possible. She’s young and innocent. I’ve hurt myshare of women in the past and I’m determined to not add her to the list. It’s as if I need to keep reminding myself why I can’t make her mine, why I can’t do the things I’m desperate for, because if I’m not careful, I’ll lose sight of everything other than her.

CHAPTER 17

KIERRA

After Sin finished fucking me, he told me to get dressed, so I did, in one of his oversized t-shirts. I walk into the kitchen and he arches an eyebrow. “You look much better in my shirt than I do.”

I do a ridiculous curtsy. “Thank you, Daddy.”

I’m sure he looks better in it than I do with those well-defined muscles that have me constantly salivating. He grabs the food from the oven and places it on two plates.

“You don’t have to go to all this trouble for me in the future, baby girl.”

As he places the plates of fish, rice, and vegetables on the dining room table, I follow behind him. “It’s no trouble. I enjoy taking care of you.”

He flashes me a sad expression before schooling his features. “One week, baby girl. That was our agreement. Please don’t forget it.”

We both sit at the table, him on one side and me on the other.

I nod slowly as I swallow past the lump in my throat. "Yes, I understand." I haven’t forgotten. What I meant was while I’m here. I want to take care of you. Is that not okay?”

Sin sighs audibly while he pushes his food around on his plate. “It’s fine, baby girl. I just want to be completely transparent about my intentions with you. Eat.”

Picking up my fork, I get a bite of fish while he takes a forkful of his at the same time. After he swallows his food, he says, “Thank you, Kierra. It’s very good and unexpected.”

I grin at him. “I’m unexpected.”

Sin chuckles and his smile with that dimple on the one side fills my chest with hope I probably shouldn’t have. “Yes, baby girl, that you are.”

He stares at me with an intense gaze, making me think I have food on my face. I grab the napkin and wipe at my skin, but he doesn’t stop looking at me.

“What?”

He shakes his head. “Something is going through your mind. I can see it, but I don’t know what it is.”

I don’t know how he does that. It’s like he’s so aware of my emotions, like he can feel them, and right now, I don’t know if I like it.

After taking a sip of my wine, I say, “It’s nothing.”

“Kierra,” he snaps, “When I ask you a question, I expect an honest response.”

I set my glass on the table as I stare at him defiantly, “I don’t remember you asking a question. It was a statement. Statements don’t require a response.”

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