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“Sir?” He clears his throat.

“That doesn’t necessarily mean it’s fertile.”

“I am,” I state, “very fucking fertile. Now do your job and get her up to speed too.”

“You said she has a baby?”

“Yes, a daughter.”

“Well, if the baby is below a year, she’s probably highly fertile herself.”

My muscles relax and I exhale. “Good. I will have you return in a few weeks to see if she’s pregnant.” The thought of my child growing inside her has an overwhelming sense of pride and possession ravishing me. My body comes alive, and a sense of hope I haven’t felt before surges through me. My mind wanders, and I imagine trailing my hand over her soft skin and my palm encompassing her small bump, how I’ll dote on her as she deserves, make her my queen, and tend to her every need.

“Sir?” Massio pulls me out of my thoughts, and I adjust my cock, uncaring if either of them witnesses it, causing him to laugh at my action. “You wanna get thisover with?” He throws his thumb toward the doc, and I nod. He’s right, the sooner I have her injected, the sooner she becomes mine forever.

Chapter Nineteen

Vinny

Ipinch the bridge of my nose.

“B-but I want the pill. I don’t like injections.” Gracie paces the room like a wildcat while tugging on her hair.

“It says in the contract you will receive birth control via a syringe, Gracie,” I snipe out.

She spins to face me. “I don’t like injections. I’ll take the pill.” Her bottom lip quivers, and I almost give in, almost. I mean, surely, there’s something he can give her orally. Then again, I want this sorted today, now. “I swear I’ll take it. I’ll show you every day.”

My jaw locks up tight, and I shake my head.

“Ahhh!” she screams like a banshee, and I swear my ear drums are damaged now, something Rocco will be amused with.

“You’re acting like a brat,” I chastise from the chair in the corner of her bedroom, watching her unravel. She’snow got her head in her hands, tugging on her luscious locks.

I glance toward Doctor Philips, and the chump is dabbing his forehead with a handkerchief.

“Come here,” I demand, pointing at the floor between my feet, then lean back in my chair, with my elbows resting on the arms.

A tension builds between us, with her glaring back at me. Her chest heaves, then she glances toward the doctor, pissing me off further. Anger coils inside me at her defiance, but I refuse to show it; she needs comfort not anger. “Gracie! Come.” I point again, and defeat floods her face. Conscious of upsetting her further, I soften my tone. “Come, Little Pet,” I croon, holding my hand out for her.

She shuffles toward me, with tears pooling in her eyes, and the moment she’s within reach, I tug her to me until her chest collides with mine. Then I yank on the ring of her collar. “Unzip me, and use me while I take care of you.” I stroke her hair, and she turns into my palm.

Releasing the ring, I take her face into the palms of my thick hands and swipe away her tears as our eyes remain transfixed on one another. “Stop crying. I don’t like it when you cry, Little Pet.” She sniffles and nods. “Daddy’s going to put his cock inside you as soon as the doctor’s gone.” She licks her lips, and my cock jumps in my pants. “I’m going to let you suck me while you let the doctor do his job.” Her lip wobbles, and I lean forward and kiss it, loving the way her fingernails dig into my skin beneath my shirt. She’s worked up and acting out, like a feral animal that needs reminded of who its owner is yetneeding taken care of too. “Are you wearing any panties?” I rasp in her ear while I finger over the lace of her sleep shorts.

“Yes.”

“The contract says you’re not to wear panties at night.”

“Oh.”

Oh?Is she serious? Frustration has me growling, but I banish it when her eyes flash with disappointment. I stroke over her golden locks and down her spine. A small shudder escapes her, and she leans into me. “Good girl.” One of her arms remains banded around my neck, and she nuzzles against my chest.

Once she’s content with my handling of her, I push on her shoulders, and she slides to the floor. When I rest back in the chair and widen my legs, she takes it as her cue to unbuckle me. Her small fingers tremble as she pops open my pants and slowly lowers my zipper.

Arousal has my heart beating rapidly, and when her soft hand slips into my boxers, my eyes roll and I hiss out a breath of exhilaration.

She tugs my boxers down, and her small mouth encompasses the head of my cock. She almost strangles my cock with her grip while frantically sucking on the head, and the urge to remain controlled is driving me wild.

Caressing her head, I relish the silkiness of her locks. “Take your time, Little Pet. Let Daddy care for you.”

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