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A fire erupts from inside me so strong I burn us both in the process. Warmth spreads through me as I combust around him, and when his teeth sink into my shoulder and he pushes deep inside me, harder than ever, I know he’s making his claim.

A permanent one.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Gracie

Washing my face, I let the water flow over me, having Vinny take me in front of that woman today was hot as hell. Not because I particularly like an audience, more because he was making a point that I am someone he wants in his future, and the way he discussed breeding me set my body alight. Guilt filters through me at the knowledge I have, but I refuse to think about it. My plans are for my daughter’s future, not my own.

The way she discussed his basement, a dungeon, has curiosity and jealousy churning my stomach. I feel like I’m being kept from fully satisfying him when other women have willingly handed themselves over to him and he’s allowed himself full control of their bodies. Yet with me, he’s holding back. I want to be enough for him.

The bathroom door swinging open pulls me from my thoughts, so I wipe the shower window, and a naked Vinny strides in. The confidence this man exudes is all-consuming,his body is a temple of sin, and when he stands at the toilet with his legs parted, my pussy clenches, wishing it was me at his feet.

Holy shit, where the hell did that come from?

My mind flicks back to the contract I signed and the unfamiliar wording of watersports, and though he’s not broached the topic with me, I’m suddenly intrigued. Not only do I want to worship this man who gives me his all, I want to give him everything he desires. I don’t want to give him any reason to have thoughts about anyone else, not when he has made such a claim on me.

I open the door, and his eyes dart toward mine, heat sparks in his pupils, glaring into my soul, and they flare with a lust so powerful I feel like he’s stolen my ability to breathe. Slowly, I lower myself to the shower floor, and his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. The way his shoulder muscles have bunched tight and his cock twitches in his hand has me licking my lips to worship him as he deserves.

“Little Pet,” he croons, “I’ve not finished pissing yet, so I suggest you get up off the floor before I assume you’re gifting me with your mouth.”

My throat works, and I meet his eyes. “I want to try you.”

“Try me?” He crooks an eyebrow.

“Your…” I gesture toward his dripping cock, and his hand pumps as if not realizing he’s jerking himself.

“You want to swallow my piss?”

My cheeks redden and I nod.

“Fuck,” he grunts. He stalks toward me, and when he’s within reach, he uses the back of his hand to caressmy face. “You’re a good girl for Daddy; you know that, Little Pet?”

I turn into his touch, then he drops his hand, making me sag.

When he aligns his cock with my face, I steel my shoulders back, then he slowly drags the tip from my forehead to my chin before slapping my cheek with it. “Open your filthy mouth, then, Little Pet.”

My lips part, and my jaw falls open. Oh, fuck, why is that so hot? The degradation, the taboo, the submissiveness, and the dominating power behind him have slickness pouring from my pussy. “You’re such a little slut for Daddy, isn’t that right, Gracie?” Jesus, I love the way he uses my name while he plays with me. Something tells me he didn’t do that with the other women, and I relish it.

“Yes, Daddy.” I bat my lashes at him, and he hisses through his teeth.

“You’re everything I never knew I wanted, Little Pet.” He groans, and my heart skyrockets on his words. “Now, stick out your tongue, little slut, and drink Daddy’s piss.” I do as he asks, and a trickle of warmth splashes onto my tongue. His muscles coil, his stomach contracts, and the veins on his hand protrude.

“That’s it, lap up that piss, Little Pet.” Using his free hand, he grabs the back of my head and guides my mouth toward his cock. “Drink it fucking down, you hungry little slut, drink what Daddy is gifting you.”

The tip of his cock is now in my mouth, and his warm piss floods my throat. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this. The feeling of giving him the ultimate control is phenomenal, and pleasure zips through me. Then hisfist is working against my chin, and his cock hardens in my mouth, gagging me, but I remain steadfast. As his grip on my head tightens, my scalp pinches, and I struggle to swallow. “Oh, fuck, fuck, I’m going to come on your piss-coated tongue. That’s it, little slut. Take Daddy’s gift.”

I glance up through my tear-soaked lashes and witness the most satisfying sight. His eyes are hooded, his lips parted in awe, and his features are twisted in pleasure as thick ropes of his cum shoot from his cock. A growl erupts from him, and he pulls the tip out and continues to jerk off over my face, down my neck, and over my tits.

“Such a good cum slut for me, Little Pet. All. Fucking. Mine.” He swipes the head of his cock down my face, wiping his cum all over me, and I remain kneeling at his feet, feeling more in control and full of love than ever before.

Chapter Thirty

Vinny

My eyes wander over the dinner table, and I take in my family. Rafael looks like he’s chewing a fucking wasp as he sits opposite my girl, glaring at a spot above Gracie’s head. I’m grateful his wife, Ellie, has the foresight to keep stroking his arm, like she’s calming the beast because I’m two seconds away from putting a bullet in my own flesh and blood.

Tommy grins at the end of the table like the cat that got the cream, with Jade beside him swooning at his every word. Rocco leans back in his chair, smirking in my direction with a possessive arm around Hallie’s back. His wife is pregnant again, and while I’m grateful, I’m also jealous. Watching my sons experience their wives pregnant with their babies is something I never had the opportunity to experience, and it sends a shooting pain through my chest straight into my heart. I rub over the appendage.

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