“My good Little girl,” Daddy croons, his fingers slowing but not stopping until it feels as though every ounce of pleasure has been drained from my being. “You’re so wet for me, bug. I can’t wait to be inside you again.”
Pulling his fingers from me, he shifts to stand at the end of the table, hoisting my legs up over his shoulders as the blunt head of his cock pushes at my entrance.
If I’d known what was waiting for me at the end of the aisle, I might have tried harder to escape. Because this isn’t merely a marriage in name only. This is a union of our bodies, our souls,the way it was when we were younger. Past collides with present, shattering my heart as he moves inside me.
Tears slip from the corners of my eyes, pooling on the wood beneath me. ButDaddyseems oblivious to my torment as he uses my body for his own pleasure.
No. I suppose that’s not fair. Because even now, he’s angling himself to hit that exact right spot inside me, fucking me slow and deep the way he knows I love. It’s clear with every movement that he’s determined to force me to join him in this obscene caricature of consummation.
Hatred wells in my chest even as my body obeys his every command. And as I go flying again, the pressure in my core shattering as he drives into me one final time, filling my womb with his hot, sticky release, I swear to myself I will never, ever forgive him for what he’s done to me today.
CHAPTER 8
BRAM
My heart feels as though it might actually burst from my chest as I stare down at my sweet little bug, her eyes glazed over from being so thoroughly fucked. I give myself a few moments to settle before pulling my cock free of my wife’s dripping pussy.
That thought stops me cold.My wife. Finally, after all these years, Josephine Mercer ismine, as she was always meant to be.
Once I’m tucked back into my pants, I pull the pacifier gag free of her mouth and wrap the diaper around her once more, sealing my cum against her as I hoist her into my arms. She whines a bit, but her head drops onto my shoulder, the weight of it so achingly familiar as I move us around the room. The swell of noise from the Chivaree has faded, replaced by the soft strains of an old love song. It takes me a moment to place the music, the words, but when I do, emotion wells inside me, threatening to choke me.
Our first dance, when we were both so very young, with our entire lives ahead of us. I glance over at my twin, and Colt flashes me a grin and a wink.
Beside me, Axel is dancing with his own Little girl, and Lanie’s sweet giggle reaches my ears as her Daddy spins her around the room. Gray is in Ford’s arms, laughing and swaying to the music.
One song bleeds into the next, gentle and sweet in the aftermath of the chaos that is the Chivaree, until Eli steps back into the room. “Lunch is served.”
Bouncing Josie lightly in my arms, I press a kiss to her temple. “Time to wake up, little bug. You need to eat.”
Josie stirs in my arms with a whine, pressing her face into my neck. “Not hungry.”
“Sweetheart, you haven’t eaten anything all day.” Taking my place just to Axel’s right, I settle her on my lap. “We need to get something in that cute little belly.”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Josie.” I put a bit more steel in my voice now. “You can either sit up and let Daddy feed you, or you can eat your lunch with a hot bottom. Which would you prefer?”
An annoyed little huff slips past her lips as she sits up on my lap and glares at me. “You’re a big fu—freaking bully, you know that?”
“Maybe you need someone to bully you into taking care of yourself. Way I remember it, you never were very good at it.”
Fire flashes in her eyes. “I’ve been taking care of myself just fine for twenty years.”
The reminder that I wasn’t there for her, that I left her behind to grieve and struggle through on her own is like a physical blow to my chest. “I know, baby. But that’s behind you now. Daddy’s here and I’m going to take care of everything.”
Tears shimmer on her lashes, but only for a moment before she blinks them away. “I don’t need you.”
Stubborn little brat. “Maybe not. But you’ve got me anyway.”
Ignoring her protests for the time being, I scan the table in front of me. While Colt and I were out last night, capturing my bride, Eli stayed behind to prepare the wedding feast. And man, did he outdo himself. A half-dozen different bowls litter the table, along with baskets of fresh bread and the fancy butter he likes to get from one of the local farms.
Closest to me, I spot a bowl of macaroni and cheese with bacon heavily scattered on top and I smile. Josie never could resist Mac and cheese, so I scoop some onto our plate, along with a couple pieces of fried chicken and some broccoli.
Picking up my fork, I scoop up some of the delicious cheesy pasta and hold the fork up to Josie’s lips. But even though I can see the way her eyes light up at the offering, she presses her lips together and shakes her head.
Apparently, I’m going to have to get mean.
“Josephine Elise. I am giving you one last chance to do as you’re told before I take your diaper off and spank your bare bottom right here at the dinner table.”
