"No," I say simply. "No annulment. No divorce. No fucking take-backs."
She trembles beneath me, but I notice something else too—her pupils dilating, her breathing quickening. Fear, yes, but something else too. Something that makes my cock throb.
"You don't even know me," she whispers.
"I know enough." I brush a strand of hair from her face, my rough fingers gentle against her soft skin. "I know you're Wynter, twenty-three, from some tiny town you were dying to escape. I know you read romance novels and blush when someone says 'fuck.' I know your body responded to mine like we were made for each other."
My other hand slides to her waist, gripping tight. "And I know you're my wife now. That's all that fucking matters."
Before she can protest again, I lift her—she weighs nothing in my hands—and carry her back to the bed. Her body is stiff at first, but when I lay her down, her resistance wavers. I can see it in her eyes—that mix of fear and fascination that women always have around men like me. Dangerous men. Men who take.
I cage her beneath me, my arms like tree trunks on either side of her head.
"Such a good little girl," I murmur, watching her reaction to the words. Just as I thought—her breath catches, her lips part. "Getting hitched to Daddy. Now let me show you why this ain't no mistake."
"D-Daddy?" she stutters, but there's no disgust in her voice. Just shock and that hidden heat I'm going to fan into flames.
"That's right." I lower my head, my mouth brushing against her ear. "And Daddy's going to show his little girl exactly who she belongs to now."
I don't give her time to think. My mouth crashes down on hers, demanding and possessive. For a moment she's frozen, but then—fuck, yes—she melts, her lips softening under mine, opening when my tongue demands entrance. I growl my approval into her mouth.
My hands don't stay still. I rip that dress up her thighs, bunching it around her waist. No panties—good girl, still bare from last night when I tore them off her, though I didn’t fuck her. Badly as I wanted to, I wanted her sober for every moment when I claim her. I break the kiss to look down at her, spread out beneath me.
"Look at this pretty pussy," I growl, running one thick finger through her folds. She's already wet. "Already weeping for me."
She whimpers, her hips jerking against my hand despite herself.
"Say it," I command, circling her clit with my thumb. "Say 'Yes, Daddy.'"
Her face flushes deep pink, but her eyes are getting that glazed look I recognize. "I—I can't?—"
I press harder, making her gasp. "You can. You will."
"Y-yes..." she whispers, so quiet I almost miss it.
"Yes what?" I withdraw my touch, making her whimper again.
"Yes...Daddy." The word falls from her lips like a forbidden fruit, sweet and sinful.
"Good girl." I reward her with two thick fingers pushing into her tight heat. She cries out, back arching. "Such a good little wife for Daddy."
I'm done with foreplay. My cock is so hard it's painful, pre-cum beading at the tip. I yank my fingers out of her, use her slick to wet my shaft with a few quick strokes, then position myself at her entrance.
"Going to fuck you properly now," I tell her, my voice a low rumble. "Going to make you understand what being my wife means."
I push in without further warning, groaning at the tight grip of her body. She's so small compared to me, stretching around my girth like a vise. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure-pain.
“Oh fucking hell,” I groan, holding still to let her adjust. “Daddy’s little girl is such a tight little virgin, isn’t she? You were saving yourself for me, weren’t you, honey?”
Oh god, oh god. My jaw clenches. It’s taking everything in me not to bust. The knowledge that I’m her first—gonna be heronly—is almost too much to bear.
When her breathing steadies, I start to move. Not gentle. Not slow. I fuck her like I own her—because I do. My hips slam against hers, driving deep with each thrust. The headboard bangs against the wall, a rhythm to match our bodies.
"Gonna fill this tight pussy," I growl, feeling the familiar tightening in my balls already. She feels too good. Perfect. "Gonna fill you until you're bred and mine."
Her eyes fly open at that. "W-what?"
I grip her hips harder, angling to hit deeper. "You heard me. Gonna put my baby in you. Mark you from the inside out."
