Wet For Daddy
“If you even think about hurting yourself again, I will not sit back.”
I blinked at him.
“I don’t care what I have to do,” he went on. “I will lock you in this house if I must. I will tie you up and keep you here if that’s what it takes.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“You’re insane.”
“I’m protective,” he corrected.
“That’s not protection. That’s control.”
“If control keeps you alive, I’ll use it,” he said without hesitation.
His hands slid to my waist.
“And don’t think I won’t remind you why this child exists,” he added, voice thickening slightly. “If you try to sabotage it, I won’t hesitate to keep you so distracted you won’t have time to think. Seven times a day if that’s what it takes.”