Back in the room, I'm still shaking. From fear? From something else? I don't know anymore.
"You're upset," Vance observes, closing the door behind us.
"You threatened to rip someone's eyes out for looking at me!"
"And I meant it." He approaches slowly, like I'm a skittish animal. "That's what marriage means to me, baby doll. Protection. Possession."
"That's not normal," I whisper, backing up until I hit the wall.
"Nothing about me is normal." He cages me with his arms, his massive body blocking out the light. "Nothing about how I feel for you is normal either."
His proximity is doing things to me again. Making my breath come faster, my skin tingle with awareness.
"I need another shower," I mumble, desperate for escape.
"I'll join you this time," he says. It's not a request.
I should say no. I should demand space, demand an annulment again, demand my freedom. Instead, I find myself speechless.
In the bathroom, he undresses me with reverent hands, his eyes devouring every inch of skin revealed. His own clothes fall away, revealing that warrior's body covered in tattoos and scars, each telling a story I'm both afraid and eager to learn.
The shower is enormous, with multiple heads spraying water from all directions. Vance adjusts the temperature, then pulls me under the spray with him. Water cascades over his muscled form, making him look like some pagan god of war.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, hands skimming down my sides to grip my hips. "My baby doll. My wife."
His mouth finds mine, surprisingly gentle at first, then increasingly hungry. I respond without thinking, my body arching into his touch like we're magnetized.
"That's it," he growls against my lips. "Let Daddy take care of you."
The word should sound ridiculous. Instead, it sends a jolt of heat straight between my legs.
He turns me, pressing my front against the cool tile wall, his massive body covering my back. His cock, already hard, slides between my thighs, teasing.
"Gonna take you like this," he rumbles in my ear. "Gonna fill this sweet pussy. Make you mine all over again."
"Vance..." I gasp as he enters me in one powerful thrust, stretching me, filling me completely.
"Say it right," he demands, teeth grazing my earlobe.
"D-Daddy," I stammer, the forbidden word slipping out easier this time.
"Good girl," he praises, beginning to move. Each thrust pushes me against the tiles, the dual sensation of cold wall and hot man overwhelming my senses. "Such a good little girl for Daddy."
His hand slides around to find my clit, circling with practiced precision. "So wet for me. So perfect."
"Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for.
"Gonna fill you up, baby doll," he growls, pace quickening. "Gonna put my baby deep inside you. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to."
The filthy words should horrify me. Instead, they push me closer to the edge, my body tightening around him.
"You'd look so pretty," he continues, voice growing ragged with his approaching climax. "All swollen with my seed. Carrying my baby. Would you like that? Having Daddy's baby growing inside you?"
"Yes," I cry out, not even recognizing my own voice. "Yes, Daddy, please!"
My orgasm crashes over me, so intense my knees would buckle if he weren't holding me up. He follows with a deep groan, pulsing inside me, filling me with warmth.
Afterward, he washes me with surprising tenderness, his big hands gentle on my sensitized skin. I let him, too dazed to protest, too confused by my own responses to this man who's a stranger and yet somehow feels like he knows my body better than I do myself.
