Something about those words breaks something loose in her. She moans, louder than before, her pussy clenching around me.
"You like that?" I pant, driving harder. "Like the thought of Daddy breeding you? Making your belly swell with my seed?"
"I—I—" she can't form words, just clings to me as I pound into her.
I can feel my orgasm building, unstoppable now. "Tell me you want it," I demand, one hand moving to her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her dizzy with pleasure. "Tell Daddy you want his cum."
"I want it," she gasps, surprising us both. "Please...Daddy."
That does it. With a roar, I bury myself to the hilt and explode, pumping her full of hot cum, grinding against her as if I could force it deeper, make it take root. Her body responds, clenching and milking me as she follows me over the edge, her cry muffled against my shoulder.
Afterward, I stay inside her, enjoying the aftershocks of her pussy around my cock. I look down at her flushed face, her dazed eyes, the wedding ring glinting on her finger.
Mine. No fucking mistake about it.
three
. . .
Wynter
My body feelslike it belongs to someone else. Someone wanton and desperate who screams for a man she just met. My thighs are sticky with the evidence of what we just did, and there's a delicious ache between my legs that reminds me with every movement that I've been thoroughly claimed. I should be horrified. I should be calling the police or at least hotel security. Instead, I'm lying here next to this mountain of a man—my husband, apparently—trying to understand how my body can betray me so completely.
"Hungry?" Vance's voice rumbles through me like distant thunder. His massive hand rests possessively on my bare stomach, fingers splayed wide enough to nearly span my entire abdomen.
The word triggers my empty stomach to growl embarrassingly loud. I haven't eaten since…I can't even remember.
"I'll take that as a yes." He chuckles, the sound vibrating through the mattress. "Let's get you fed, baby doll."
Baby doll.The pet name shouldn't affect me, but it does. Like a warm blanket wrapped around my shoulders on a cold day. I shake the feeling off. This is insane. All of it.
"I need to shower first," I say, voice raspy from screaming his name. My cheeks heat at the memory.
"Need help washing your back?" His dark eyes gleam with suggestion.
"No!" The word comes out too forcefully. I soften it with, "I just…need a minute alone."
Surprisingly, he nods. "Take your time."
In the bathroom, I lock the door and lean against it, exhaling shakily. The woman in the mirror is a stranger—hair wild, lips swollen, a purple mark blooming on my neck like some kind of ownership brand. I touch it gently, remembering the feel of his mouth there, and shiver.
Focus, Wynter.
The shower helps clear my head. Hot water sluicing away the physical evidence if not the memory of what we did. This isn't me. I don't have one-night stands, let alone drunken Vegas weddings. I'm the girl with a five-year plan, who reads the fine print on contracts, who once returned to a store because they gave me five cents too much in change.
I need an annulment. Today. This was clearly a mistake, regardless of what he says. Regardless of how my body responded to his touch. Never mind that he took my virginity in the most deliciously…
I shake my head and order myself to stop thinking like that. How good his body felt is beside the point. The point is…the point is…
I grab a towel and huff. The point is I need to get dry.
By the time I emerge wrapped in a fluffy hotel robe, I've got my speech prepared. Vance has dressed in dark jeans and a black t-shirt that stretches across his broad chest like it's holding onfor dear life. The material clings to every ridge of muscle. He's on the phone, his deep voice arranging breakfast in the hotel restaurant downstairs.
"Ready?" he asks, hanging up. His eyes travel over me with naked hunger.
"I need clothes," I say, clutching the robe tighter.
He crosses to the closet and pulls out a simple sundress I don't recognize. "Bought you a few things while you were sleeping earlier."
