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Alice

It’s my last day of art school, and my heart feels lighter than it has in years.

In fact, I still can’t believe how far I’ve come.

Before I met Damon, I lived a life dedicated to putting my father first, never myself, never believing there was a way out from guilt and duty. I just wanted to help my dad pay off his debts and do whatever I could to survive.

And now? Not only am I a graduate, but I have infinite possibilities on what I can be, what I can do, who I can become.

And that’s all because of Damon.

The security team that goes with me everywhere barely notice anymore. They’re just a small but necessary part of my life; Kirk is rotting in prison where he belongs, but Damon still has many enemies he’s made as he’s built his empire.

Against his better judgment, Damon paid off my father’s debts. Both of us came to realize that if my father were debt-free, I’d also be free. Free to never see him again, never feel like I failed him again. Now I have no idea where he is, and that’s for the better.

I’ve built a new life, a better life, and now I have all the time in the world to do whatever I want. Because of Damon.

It makes the news I’m about to give him even more exciting.

The car stops, and I get out. My stomach flips. It always does anytime I’m about to see Damon.

It doesn’t matter how long I’ve known him or how long we’ve been together. He’s always going to have this effect on me.

The moment I step inside the house, all coherent thoughts fly out of my mind.

Flowers. Everywhere.

White roses, lilies, and peonies are scattered across the floor and arranged in extravagant bouquets. They’re on every surface, filling the house with a heady, sweet scent. My heart skips again as I take in the sight.

What does he have planned today?

I’m about to keep walking towards the living room when I notice a note resting on one of the couches.

My breath catches as I pick it up, my fingers trembling slightly.

Take off all your clothes.

My cheeks heat up as I read the words, tracing my fingers along them.

I bite my lip, already feeling wetness between my legs as my mind comes up with a thousand ideas of what he’s going to do to me.

I drop my bag on the floor and kick off my shoes, shedding my clothes piece by piece as I make my way to the living room.

I freeze at the sight before me. Damon is sitting by the fireplace, totally naked. His eyes are locked on me with a hunger that sends a shiver down my spine. His dark gaze rakes over my naked body, and a satisfied smile spreads across his face.

My hands itch to touch his perfect body, and I take a step towards him.

“Don’t come any closer, baby girl. Crawl to Daddy.”

Without hesitation, I drop to my hands and knees, crawling toward him like the obedient little pet he loves. My heart pounds in my chest, excitement mixing with nervous energy.

He watches my every move with that intense, possessive look, and it sends a thrill down my spine. When I reach him, he cups my chin, tilting my head up so our eyes meet.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my lips. “You’re always such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

I nod, my mouth dry as I wait for his next command.

“Today, we’re going to play the loud game.”

“What?”

“The loud game, baby girl. I want the world to know how well I fuck my baby girl.”

That sounds exciting.

“On your back, baby girl.”

I immediately change positions, lowering myself to the rug in front of the fire, and he moves between my legs.

“I want to suck on your beautiful, creamy cunt.” My sex tightens, wanting him...needing him.

He slides his fingers through my sex and pulls me open for him to study.

I hold my breath.

He bends and tenderly kisses the inside of my thigh, enticing a quiver from my body.

His eyes hold mine as he puts his nose there and inhales deeply. Then he places his tongue flat against my pussy and gives it one long swipe.

Oh my.

He strokes himself a few times, and I watch the pre-ejaculate drip. I want to taste it.

He bends again and presses his tongue through my open flesh, and I have to clench to stop myself from bucking.

“Don’t hold it in, baby. Let me know how good I make you feel.”

A long moan escapes my lips and he pushes my legs wider apart and begins sucking on my sex. His dark eyes never leave mine.

My hands go to the back of his head, holding him close. The sounds of his grunts and my moans echo in the room as he keeps lapping at me.

He builds me up to an almost-orgasm, and then he stops right at the edge of it. I grasp his hair, tugging, trying to put his face back where it belongs.

He resists, a devilish look on his face.

I pant and then growl his name, “Damon.”

“You can't come yet,” he growls back.

“Please.”

He yanks me closer and blows air across my clit.

“Aaaahhh,” I moan in ecstasy. “I need you.”

“You'll come on my cock and not a moment before.”

Again and again, he sucks me, teases me, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy before he takes it away, leaving me writhing and begging. “Please,” I moan. “Daddy, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Get back on all fours.”

I do, and he positions himself behind me. I can see his cock through my legs, and I swear he looks like he’s about to come.

It seems I’m right because he curses and slides his rock-hard length into my slick pussy.

“You’re too fucking tempting for your own good. I wanted to tease you a little, but it seems that’s not happening.”

His hands grip my hips, pulling me against him roughly, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me. I melt into him, letting him take control as he always does.

He pounds into me, never relenting, and I lunge my hips back to meet his thrusts. He bends and cups my breast, using it as leverage as he fucks me.

With an impressive show of strength, he changes our position so I’m facing him. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth and pulls on it. I scream with pleasure.

“Tell Daddy what you want now.”

“What?”

“You said you wanted to travel,” he whispers against my skin, his breath hot on my neck as he pounds me. “Now tell Daddy what you want. You know I’ll do anything for you.”

His words fuel the fire in me, and I cling to him, letting myself fall deeper into the overwhelming sensation of being his, of being loved by him in this raw, intense way.

“I just want to love you every day,” I whisper, gasping as pleasure takes over, and we both fall apart together, lost in the heat of the moment, the world disappearing around us.

When it’s over, we collapse beside the fire. Damon pulls me close, wrapping me in his arms, and for a moment, we just lay there in the glow of the flames, the world quiet and peaceful.

I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and that’s when I decide to tell him.

“I’m pregnant.” I make sure I say it quietly as my fingers trace lazy circles on his chest.

He freezes for a moment, his breath catching, and then he pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes wide with shock and—joy.

“You’re pregnant?”

I nod, biting my lip, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement bubbling inside me. “Yes. I found out a week ago. I wanted to tell you on a special day.”

A slow, radiant smile spreads across his face, and he kisses me softly this time, with so much love it makes my heart soar.

“I love you so much, Alice. More than anything in this world. And the fact they you’re going to bear my child makes me feel so unworthy.”

“Damon…”

“But I will try every day for the rest of my life to make sure I’m worthy of you, Alice. Worthy of us.”

Tears well in my eyes as I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. “I love you too, Damon. And I will spend every day for the rest of my life showing you that you’re worthy.”

Contrary to how I felt when I stepped into that auction house, I know without a doubt that this is exactly where I should be.

~The End