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“Daddy,” I moan.

He cups the back of my head and kisses me while thrusting into me hard and fast, deep and sure. Right when I’m on the edge, he slows down like he’s going to make me earn it. I keep begging him, always calling him Daddy as he threatens me with denial over and over again while still working me up.

My toes curl in the bedsheets and I almost wrap my arms around him but remember what he said. If he wants to keep me like this, then he can. I don’t care. I’ll dissolve into pleasure until nothing else matters.

“Yes, angel. Beg for it and wait for me to give it to you,” he commands.

Another moan tears from my throat and I let my eyes fall shut. “Daddy, fuck me hard.”

He grips my hair tightly and pulls one of my legs around him. I try to stay still like he wants. I try to let him pretend I’m in the deepest sleep of my life and dreaming about him. Maybe I am. Everything feels so fuzzy and far away. There’s only pleasure wrapping around me, bliss coating my skin wherever he touches me.

“Come,” he orders sharply.

I let out a dull yell as my body submits, grinding on him since I can’t help it. I grip my pillow so tightly I’m afraid I’m going tobreak it, but then he finishes deep inside me, pulling out to leave his cum on my panties and inner thighs too.

I drop back to the bed, sure I was levitating, then sigh and let my eyes stay closed. Daddy kisses my forehead and whispers in my ear. “That’s my good angel. So sweet, so perfect for me.”

“Love you,” I hum.

He kisses my neck softly. “You too. Go to sleep.”

When I wake up alone, my brow furrows. Carter and Brad wouldn’t let me exist without them yesterday, and the day before, they were all over me. Did they clear out now that Henry’s here? I rub my belly, still surprised there’s no bump, no evidence of our baby growing, then shake my head.

There are more pressing things to deal with, even if I don’t want to. But if Henry’s here, things must be okay or on their way to getting better. I’m sure of it, especially when Brad joins me in the shower.

I rub myself against him, trying to tempt him into filling me the way I need to be filled constantly. It’s either being pregnant or the effect these men have on me. I need them inside me, on me, touching me always.

“Is my naughty slut hungry?” he groans and tightens his grip on my waist.

“Yes,” I moan and a deep chuckle spills from him.

“Not now, my dirty girl,” he says, and a blush rises on my cheeks at the new nickname.

His hands glide over my wet skin, soaping me up. I peek up at him and see a failing attempt to smile and it nearly breaks me. “Don’t say it.”

“I won’t.” He inches closer, his soft lips teasing mine as his hard cock presses against me. I want to take care of him. I want this all to be our normal, but it’s not. Because if it was normal, he’d already be buried inside of me or teasing me or some combination of the two.

I sniffle and he shakes his head. “Nope. Not a word, little slut.”

“You have to—”

“Wehave to head back home. I know it was a short vacation. We’ll take a longer one later,” he says.

I lean into him, trying to hide the tears rolling down my cheeks. I don’t want to be someone who cries at everything, but I know what Brad being gentle and focused means. I know what all of this means. Henry coming here, the guys talking last night. Henry didn’t get Brad off the hook; he’s here to take him home and put him in cuffs.

“I hate this,” I whisper.

“It’ll all be fast. Dad will make sure of it. Every day you don’t have me, I want you to tally how many times you think about me and how often you want my dick inside you. I’ll make it up to you,” he says, trying to be playful, but I see through it.

“I’m not going to stop wanting you. There will be hundreds of marks,” I grumble.

“Good. Then we’ll have to go on a vacation to make up for it. Arealone.”

What if he doesn’t get out? What if he’s found guilty? What if they give him twenty years? I close my eyes and try to remember what Carter said. I won’t wallow. I won’t let the bad thoughts or the anxiety drag me down. Brad needs me to be strong and he’s not the only one.

I have to be strong for myself and my baby.Our baby.I take a few slow breaths. “If you get into a single fight in jail, I’m going to punish you.”

He arches an eyebrow. “How?”

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