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“I did.” His voice is different than I’ve ever heard it. Quiet and sad in a way that sounds vulnerable, but I’ve never known this man to possess even an ounce of vulnerability. “I still do.”

The words land in my chest and sit there. It’s obvious that she must be dead. My heart aches for him, but I also feel the jealousy rise in my chest. I want him to feel that way about me.

I don’t ask anything else. I’m not certain I can handle the answers.

He presses his lips against my forehead one more time, and tears sting my eyes.

“Take as long as you want, baby. I’ll have our dinner sent up here.”

Then he leaves me in the bath.

I lie in the hot water staring at the ceiling, my body humming with the memory of everything he did. The rope marks on my wrists are red. The ache in my ass is deep. His cum is still inside me.

But I’m not thinking about any of that.

I’m thinking about that name on his chest that haunts me. Is that why he won’t kiss me? Is that the line he won’t let himself cross to keep from feeling more?

I want it so bad it scares me, because a kiss would mean something different than everything else. A kiss would mean he wants me. Not just my body. Not just a bratty slut to train and fuck and share with his son. Me.

And I don’t know if I could survive finding out that I don’t mean that to him. That Elise already has the part of him I’m starving for.

I need to accept that some doors in this house are locked from the inside, and the man holding the key isn’t planning to open them for me.

But I know I’m his fucking brat, and I don’t accept shit. I’m going to make this man kiss me. And he’s going to fucking let me in.

Maybe Daddy needs a little push.

Chapter Six

Rhett

She’s in my bed. I fucked up and let my little one sleep in my fucking bed.

I don’t know what time it is, but the light is coming through the curtains. Laine is asleep in my sheets with her back against my chest and her ass pressed against my cock. She didn’t go back to her room last night. After the bath and dinner, she climbed back into my bed wearing one of my shirts and nothing else, and I fucking let her. I should have sent her back to her room.

Instead I pulled her against me and fell asleep with my arm draped over her. Every second making this worse for both of us.

I’m a fucking madman. I’m watching her while she’s still asleep, and I’m thinking about all the things I want to do to this girl.

I’m a sick fuck. She’s twenty-two and going to be my daughter-in-law. Yet my first thought is how many ways I can use her body before breakfast. And I’m not going to stop once she marries my son.

That’s all this could ever be, and no amount of my cum in her ass or the desperate sound of her voice calling me Daddy changes what has to happen.

I press my face against the back of her neck and breathe in the vanilla on her skin. My cock throbs against her ass, and my hand slides from her hip to her thigh.

She stirs, making a small sound in the back of her throat. Her body shifts against mine and she presses her ass harder against my dick. She’s not awake yet but her body knows I’m here.

My fingers slide between her thighs. She’s warm and soft and when I push her legs apart, she doesn’t resist. My fingers find her pussy and she’s already wet. This girl wakes up dripping for me. I press two fingers along her slit, and her hips rock forward against my hand.

“Daddy.” The word comes out of her in her sleep. Her eyes are still closed. Her body is moving on instinct, grinding against my hand.

I push two fingers inside her, and her eyes fly open. She gasps and her hand grabs my wrist, not to pull me away but to hold me there. She arches her back to grind her ass against my cock.

“Good morning, little one.” I pump my fingers slowly and curl them against the spot that makes her legs shake. “I see you’re already wet for me.”

“I’m always wet for you.” Her voice is rough with sleep, and she’s already rocking her hips against my hand, fucking my fingers. “It’s becoming a fucking problem.”

I pull my fingers out and she whimpers. I grip her hips and flip her onto her back. She looks up at me with those gray eyes, half-lidded and dazed, her bleach-blonde hair spread across my pillow. The hem of my shirt she has on rides up above her hips. I can see her bare pussy, slick and swollen.