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Every word lands in the same place it landed when she asked me about Elise. I can feel the bile rising, and I swallow it down. I’m not going to let this girl see what those words do to me. She doesn’t know why. She can never know why.

“You’ll be a good mother.” The words come out quiet, and I didn’t plan on saying them. They’re true. She will be. She’ll be the kind of mother who fights for her kids and loves them with every fucked-up, fierce, stubborn inch of herself. And I’ll be down the hall watching my son raise a family with the woman I can’t stop touching, knowing I could never have given her what he can. The reason is buried in a grave I haven’t visited in years.

She looks up at me, tied to my bed, and her expression shifts. “Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“Never let me in. You never tell me what the fuck you’re thinking beyond fucking me.”

I grip her throat. Not to hurt her. To stop her from getting any closer to opening the flood gates. It’s bad enough that Ryker has to bear the same scars as me. I’m not going to put that on her too. Not on the little angel beneath me who has brought the tiniest bit of light to my fucking hell. “I always want to fuck you, little one. That’s all you need to fucking know.”

She flinches. I can see the hurt in her face, and I watch her try to hide how much my words sting. Her eyes get bright and her jaw tightens. I can see the brat armor going back up in real time.

“Fine.” Her voice is hard, and tears stream down her cheeks. “Then actually fuck me. Can you at least give me one thing I want? Please. I want it to be you.”

I don’t hesitate. That I can give her. No matter how fucked up and wrong it is. I shove my boxers down. My cock presses against her pussy. Her bare, wet, virgin pussy that I’ve been avoiding because I told myself that I couldn’t take this from her. That as long as I didn’t fuck her cunt, I could still call this something other than what it is. I’m fucking addicted to this girl.

I press the head of my cock against her entrance and she gasps.

“Rhett.” Her voice breaks. “Please.”

“Tell me you want it.” I press forward enough that she can feel the barbell nudging against her opening. “Tell Daddy you want him to take this virgin pussy. Beg me to be the first one to fuck this cunt.”

“Please.” Her face is red and wet, and her legs tighten around my waist. “Please fuck me, Rhett. It’s all I want. You. I need it to be you.”

I push inside her.

She cries out and her back arches and her wrists yank against the ropes. She’s so tight my vision blurs, and I have to hold still because if I move I’m going to come. Her wet cunt is gripping my cock so hard, I can feel her pulse around me.

“Fuck.” My hands grip her hips hard enough to bruise. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. I don’t know how I’ve deprived myself of this these past few days. “This tight little cunt, Laine. Fuck.”

“Don’t stop.” She’s crying but her hips push down against me, taking more. “Give me all of it. I can take all of you.”

I push deeper and she screams. I grab her face with both hands and shove my mouth against hers.

I’m kissing her. My tongue pushes past her lips, and she moans into my mouth. Her bound hands strain toward me because she wants to touch me and she can’t. I kiss her while I bottom out inside her, my cock buried to the hilt, my hands gripping her jaw. I can taste the salt on her lips and feel her breath shaking against my mouth.

I told myself I’d never kiss her. I haven’t kissed anyone since my wife, and even that wasn’t all that pleasant. This makes me accept that Laine is not just a body to fuck and then hand to my son. She was never that, and that’s the fucking problem. I want her so much, it’s going to destroy us both. My body stopped listening to my brain the day she called me Daddy in the back of my car, and I’m done fighting it.

Her tongue finds mine, and she sucks on my bottom lip and moans into my mouth. I don’t pull away.

I start to move. She’s tight and I can feel her stretching around me with every inch. The barbell drags against her walls, and she breaks the kiss to scream.

“You feel so fucking good, little one.” I thrust deeper, and her eyes roll back in her head. “This pussy was worth the goddamn wait.”

“It’s yours.” She’s crying, and her hips are meeting my thrusts. “It was always yours, Daddy.”

“That’s right, baby.” I thrust harder and grip her throat. “This pussy belongs to Daddy. And Daddy’s going to fill it up. You want that? You want me to fill your cunt with my cum?”

“Yes. Fuck yes. Please, Rhett.”

I fuck her harder. My hand squeezes her throat, and my other hand grips the headboard above her tied wrists. The bed slams against the wall with every thrust, and she’s screaming my name. I lean down and kiss her again because I can’t stop.

“Daddy.” She moans it against my lips. “I’m going to come. Please.”

“Come on my cock, baby.” I growl it into her mouth, my hand tightening on her throat. “Let me feel this pussy come for the first time with Daddy’s dick inside it.”

She comes so hard her pussy locks down on my cock and her whole body convulses against the ropes. She moans into my mouth while I kiss her through it.