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Chapter Twenty

Gracie

V inny is thorough as he washes me. I lean back against his strong chest, sinking into him for comfort—the thump of his heart beating against me is soothing.

He’s powerful and demanding, forceful and controlling, but above all else, he’s caring and tender, and I crave that part of him as much as all the others.

The bath is full of bubbles and smells of peaches, and I smile when he nuzzles into my neck and places another feathery kiss just below my ear and the bite marks he’s created over the past few days.

His hands work the suds down my body, and I delight in the way his hard cock flinches when he kisses me, as if he’s struggling to hold back his need. The cleansing of me becomes more of a massage, and I’m grateful for his touch.

“Why don’t you like needles?”

My blood turns to ice, and I freeze, and his voice turns deadly. “Little Pet?” he murmurs when I don’t answer right away.

“I-I just don’t.”

He tsks under his breath, and his arm crosses over my chest until his hand wraps loosely around my throat. It’s not in the least bit threatening, more of a commanding action. “I asked you why you don’t like needles. Answer.”

“When I first moved in with him, my father’s friends used them, and I didn’t like what they did to them.”

A small shudder racks through him, and his fingertips tighten. “What did they do, Little Pet?”

“They used them for drugs, and they—” My throat clogs and I still, unable to admit the part I hate the most.

He kisses the top of my head and nuzzles into my hair, all while holding my throat captive under his command. “Go on.”

“My father injected me to make me go to sleep.” My heart booms behind my rib cage. “But he hasn’t since I became pregnant,” I rush out.

His muscles tighten and his body stiffens before he drops his hands to his side, causing the water to splash over the tub. My shoulders sag, the familiar feeling of abandonment I’ve become accustomed to rears its ugly head, and tears build behind my eyes.

“Shhh, Little Pet,” he coos, and wraps his arms around my center. “Daddy’s here.” Then he clears his throat. “Why did he want you to go to sleep, Gracie?”

I revel in the way he uses my nickname and my given name, so easily flipping between the two. I can’t help but wonder if this is usual practice for him or if he only uses the term little pet for his usual women .

Jealousy creeps up my spine, but I shake it away, choosing to concentrate on the here and now while believing he doesn’t so much as know anyone else’s given name.

Glancing down at the firm embrace he has on me, I use the tip of my finger to the follow the veins running from his hand and over his thick arms, wishing it was my tongue traveling over him with the same confidence.

I tilt my head up to face him. “He said I had to be quiet and not see.”

His silver eyebrows furrow. “Not see what?”

I think on his question for a minute. Truth be told, I’m unsure, but I’ve always assumed he meant he didn’t want me to witness his dealings. “The men that were coming to do drugs and things.”

“Good girl,” he praises, and I smile. “He won’t be injecting you again.” His tone is forceful and deadly. “I’m proud you let me look after you so you could have your shot.”

I nod at his words, grateful he understands the enormity of my phobia. His thick hand spans my stomach, and butterflies swirl inside me.

“How I wish my hand was resting here when you were pregnant.” He laughs, and my blood stills, my heart stutters, and I suck in a sharp breath.

He nips at my ear and pushes his hard cock into my back. “You’re a good girl, letting Daddy breed you, Little Pet.”

My eyebrows furrow, and I tilt my head back to question him. “I’m on birth control now.”

He chuckles, causing his chest to vibrate and my tits to bounce. His focus moves to them, and he licks his lips before his darkened eyes lock back on mine. “I know. But I can still try and fuck you until I make you swell.”

This time, it’s me who giggles, and I find myself squeezing my legs together at how he would be if I was pregnant.

His hands move over my stomach, encompassing it. “I’d like to see this belly full of my baby.”

My breath hitches as moisture gathers between my legs. “You would?”

Another kiss is placed below my ear. “I’d like to fuck your little cunt while you grow what’s mine.

Palm your stomach while I fuck into you.

Suck on your tits and drink my milk while you plead with me to keep you pregnant.

” He palms my breasts in his thick hands and flicks my nipples, causing my back to arch into his touch.

“To feel my baby move inside you while I suckle on the milk you provide for us.” Then he sucks my neck, and I cry out as an orgasm is ripped from me.