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Kept me right on the edge. “Please,” I gasped. Voice breaking. “Please breed me, Daddy.” He thrust deep again. Buried. Held still. “Beg properly.” “Please breed me, Daddy. Fill me up. Put a baby in me. Make me yours. I need it. Please.” He groaned. Thrust harder. Deeper. Hand tightening on my throat. Just enough pressure to make my head swim. Fingers rubbing my clit. Fast. Relentless. I came. Hard. Back arching. Screaming into his shoulder. Pussy clamping down. Squirting around his cock. Wetness soaking the sheets. Legs shaking violently.

He's been in here since the last time I was snooping - there's a stack of books in the middle of the desk now. Curious, I stop and tilt my head, my eyes skimming the spines. They're all books about pregnancy and parenting - A Father's Guide to Pregnancy, Getting Ready for your First Baby, Pregnancy: Week by Week, The New Dad's Handbook, and others. More than half a dozen of them. When did he buy them? They look brand new - he must have ordered them sometime this past week. Suddenly, I'm overcome with emotion. Rafe really, truly cares. He wants to be a good father to our child. This isn't just about lust for him. It's not just a game. He actually wants to do this right.

The man looked over to the stocky, muscular, top-heavy man standing next to him. I grabbed at my sides in discomfort, my fingers making contact with the jean shorts I was wearing. It reminded me that I wasn't prepared for the occasion. I should have been on a daddy-daughter lunch date at this time, but instead I was with Papa meeting with men in his mafia ring. If I'd known any better, I would've covered my body; I loathed these slimy a*sholes scanning me up and down. "You know, I pull women like this all the time, Dad," the young man, outfitted in an open, short-sleeved dress shirt and black jeans, threw back at his father.

"This is your purpose now. To be bred by Daddy. To take Daddy's cock whenever he wants. To submit completely. And you love it, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy! I love it!" "Good boy. My perfect boy." He fucked Kai thoroughly, building to another knot, another breeding, another claiming. When they were locked together again, Daemon held Kai close. "You're mine now. Completely. Body, mind, and soul. Daddy's perfect boy. Forever." "Forever, Daddy. I'm yours forever." That evening, after dinner and more bonding, Daemon had new ideas. "Daddy wants to try something. Something that might push your limits. But I think you'll love it."

CHAPTER 1: TIED OPEN FOR DADDY (WARNING: DEGRADATION, HARDCORE ROUGH SEX AND KINKS) LAURA “Please, Daddy… please, I can’t—oh God, I can’t take it anymore!” My scream ripped out of me, raw and desperate, as he cranked the speed on the plugs buried inside my pussy and my ass. “Turn them off, Daddy, please! I’m begging you—my pussy, my ass, they’re fucking me so hard I’m going to break!”

"Ohhh... Daddy... yesss... just like that!" He began to move. It wasn't just a fuck; it was soul-bonding. Every thrust was slow and deep, like he was trying to reach my heart. "I missed my little girl," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I missed you so much it felt like my chest was caving in." "Oh… ahhhh.. daddy…. Ah… I have to tell you something," I gasped, my hips bucking to meet his thrusts. “What is it baby?”

Chapter Four The rhythm of the affair had become the only reliable constant in the house, and every departure of my mother’s car from the driveway sent the same immediate current through my body. I tracked her shifts with the same quiet precision Daniel did, and the moment the engine faded, the waiting began. Sometimes he found me within minutes. Sometimes the delay stretched until the need had grown so sharp that I paced the hallway outside the guest room with my pulse already heavy between my legs. Either way, the lock turning behind us sealed the rest of the world out and left only the heat of his skin and the heavy stretch of him filling me until there was nothing else.

“You’ll be there.” “I know.” “We’ll have to pretend…” “I know.” But at the dinner, pretending became impossible. My father was so happy, so oblivious — telling stories about Alexander’s divorce years ago “Never found the right woman!” He praised our ‘professional relationship’ “Isn’t it great they work so well together?”. Under the table, Alexander’s hand found mine, squeezing gently. I couldn’t do this anymore, I can’t keep hiding what Alexander had become to me. That night, after I said goodnight to Dad and drove straight to Alexander’s penthouse, the moment the door closed behind us we were on each other — desperate, frantic, almost angry.

I heard daddy's deep sigh on the other line. "Fuck! We should confine that woman to the mental hospital, what do you think, Zie?" Daddy asked me but I just smirked because I knew he was just joking. He wouldn't do that, I don't know why but he's scared that mom will kill herself. Maybe despite the tragedy that happened between them, they still love or maybe care about each other. They didn't just show it but I can tell that they still have feelings for each other. Every time that mom comes home drunk, he is always looking for dad and on the other hand, dad always sends mom's money even though he already knows where his money goes to.

It is a lure that can pull me in. "No, darling Aleen. You are not my daughter. You are my girl and I am your daddy." Stephane growls low in my ear and my belly turns to jelly. I feel the heat seep to my throbbing cunt, I hate how easy it was for him to rile me up. I don't know if I want to rip him to shreds or his clothes so I could jump him. He makes me mad. So mad. Out of control. All the conflicting emotions come out to play when I am in his arms.