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“Cry for me, little one; cry for Daddy.” Slamming forward with enough force to break something, Bea's nails dig into my sides where she grasps onto me, scratching and scraping across my flesh. Marking me.

Just asI’mmarking her.

I can tell her orgasm is imminent, and mine will follow along right after. It’s building in the base of my spine, tingling all over my body. When I feel a gush of fluid coat my dick, I bite her neck and hold on for dear life as we explode together.

“Hurts so good,” she coos, and I finally release her throat. I know exactly what’s about to happen. Emotion floods her system, and she screams louder than when I ripped her pussy in half.

“Scream for me, pretty girl,” I murmur in her ear. “Scream for Daddy.” Pummeling into her one last time, I continue to come inside her tightness, as deep as I can get.

She ripples around me as her body flies to the heavens and back, tensing and relaxing. Struggling to contain everything we’ve just done. As she grows limp, I roll over. She drapes across me, my semi-hard dick still inside her.

Rubbing my heated hands across her flesh, it only takes a moment before she’s out cold, and I’m left wondering what the fuck just happened.

Never in my life have I experienced anything like that before. I didn’t even know it was possible to be so overwhelmed by pleasure that you nearly black out. But fuck, the way Bea surrendered to me, to calling me Daddy, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed.

I didn’t lie when I said she’s mine now. I’m never fucking letting her go.

Chapter7

Bea

As I wake up, birds can be heard chirping, a breeze blows as the curtains billow around the window, and for once, for the first time in my life, my mind is clear. There’s no doubt plaguing me, no lingering words of hurt from the day before. Nothing and no one is calling for me, telling me I’m lazy, useless, and ungrateful.

It’s blissfully silent.

And it’s all thanks to Nolan.

I don’t understand how I got so lucky as to meet him that night, forgotten and alone, and not once did he ever treat me as anything other than a woman. Perhaps a fragile one, at first, but since explaining my condition to him, he still doesn’t see me as less than.

He’s a gift I never dared to dream of.

Stretching out in the spacious bed, I don’t miss the now-cool sheets where Nolan laid for most of the night, but I try not to think on it too hard as my body protests the way we made love all night long. Or it felt that way.

Darting up, I suddenly remember the things I said…the thingswesaid. “Oh, my god.” I drop back as my heart pounds.

Daddy.

I called him that. Repeatedly. I don’t even know where it came from or why. That’s why he’s not here anymore. In the moment, it was hot and different, and he likely was too worked up to tell me how gross it was.

Except he played along, too.That niggling voice in my head gives me some comfort as I remember his words.Come for Daddy.

Oh my god.

I don’t know how I’ll get up and face him. I feel my cheeks flaming with embarrassment as my heart thunders violently behind my ribcage.

I’ve never drawn a boy’s interest before, let alone a virile man like Nolan. I don’t even know what to do with his attention half the time. But apparently, if you get me into bed, I turn into a wanton vixen.

Nolan probably can’t wait to return me to the hell he rescued me from. I know I would if I were him. All the taunting of my past comes haunting back, and I’m on the verge of tears when I throw the blanket aside and rush to the bathroom.

Heaving over the toilet, I feel wretched. Mentally, emotionally, I’m so off-kilter that my head swims with so much agony that my eyes throb.

“I've heard women get pretty bad morning sickness after conception, but I didn’t think it happened quite this fast.” Nolan’s teasing voice from behind me turns my stomach to lead as my body stills.

“What?” I breathe out, ripping off some toilet paper to wipe my mouth before flushing.

My whole body turns to stone when I feel him drape something over my back, and he pulls my hair away from my face and to the side, kissing along the column of my throat. “I’m good, pretty girl, but even I don’t think I’ve planted my seed in that belly so quickly. Though, I’d like to believe I have.” His hand circles my body, and his fingers flex over my stomach.

Out of breath, I warble, “What?”

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