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“My sweet little mess. You did so well. So damn well. You let me ruin you and you fucking bloomed.”

Her thighs were still twitching, her pussy leaking down the inside of one. I palmed her lower belly, letting her feel the pressure of my hand while my cock throbbed inside her.

“Can’t wait to see you round and swollen, full of my baby,” I murmured against her ear.“You’ll be glowing, dripping, waddling—and I’ll still bend you over and fuck you senseless.”

She made the smallest, filthiest moan and I kissed her again—this time on the back of her neck.

“I love you, Iris,” I said low and raw, my lips ghosting over her skin like a vow.“No one’s ever getting near you. No one’s ever taking you from me.”

I held her tighter. My cock still hard. Still inside. Still hers.

Because I wasn’t going anywhere.

Chapter 28

Iris

Daddy passed me my almond milk, flaxseed, mixed berries, and oatmeal. My ring flashed on my finger, dragging me out of my melancholy state.

“I miss being kidnapped, Daddy,” I said, rubbing my foot along his calf as he sat down with his own oatmeal.

“Tell me about it,” he sighed.“I can’t wait for our honeymoon.”

“At least we have our lunchtime today.”

“About that. I need you to come to our usual spot and time. We’ve got a meeting.” He took my spoon and scooped into the bowl before I could question it.“Don’t worry, it’s not about work.”

I arched a brow.“A meeting?”

He smirked like the devil himself.“Let’s call it… a long-overdue reckoning.”

I racked my brain while I chewed.

“Does this have something to do with the divorce?” I asked. I knew the whorehound still hadn’t signed the damn papers.

“Something like that,” he muttered, holding another spoonful of berry goodness to my lips.

It sounded ominous. But Daddy wasn’t all looks. If he decided on something, nothing stood in his way.

My sore arse could account for that.

???

I heard voices coming from the conference room. It felt strange entering our office sex room with other people inside, but I was sure Daddy had his reasons. His constant declarations of love while we were away had chipped away at some of my pent-up wrath. Not enough to forgive—but enough to let my guard down a little.

When I pushed the door open, I froze.

Daddy was right beside me, already pulling me into the room.

“I’m with you, baby. You’ve got nothing to worry about,” he whispered.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe.

Daddy dragged me to the chair at the head of the table and sat down, pulling me into his lap. His lawyer, Warren, covered his mouth to hide a grin.

Whorehound went off on one.

And him.