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O ne year later…

I groaned and buried my face in my hands.

“Eat.”

I looked up at the command and then at the bowl of ramen with steak and vegetables and kimchi that Tynan placed in front of me. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and take a deep breath, and then exhale a moan.

“That smells amazing,” I murmured, tipping my head back against his arms where they were propped on the back of my desk chair.

“Keep making those noises, little wasp, and I’ll be the one eating you,” he rumbled, burying his head in the side of my neck, his lip finding the beat of my pulse.

“I’d be okay with that.” I turned, my mouth searching out his.

I felt him try to hold back, but that never lasted long. His mouth claimed mine, my arms looping back over my head to hold him close as our tongues tangled hotly. Tynan kissed me slow and deep, one hand finding its way to my breast, rolling and teasing my nipple in a way that felt like he was sprinkling gunpowder over a live flame.

“Nice try,” he said, drawing back as he gave my nipple piercing a playful tug, a shoot of warm tingles reaching all the way to my toes. “You need to eat and finish your paper.”

I glared at him, half-tempted to take my knife and drive it directly through my laptop screen before climbing onto him. But he was right. I needed to finish this paper.

Still…I pulled my lip through my teeth, eyeing him coyly.

“And if I don’t?”

Hunger made his jaw pulse. “I’ll punish you.”

“You’re only making it more tempting.”

“Imagine how tempting I’ll make it for you if you do finish.”

My core tightened. I was so tempted…

“Fine.” I leveled my gaze back to my screen, dug into the dinner he’d delivered to my desk, and found a new determination to finish this English paper as fast as I could.

“Thanks, Daddy,” I tossed over my shoulder, my core clenching at the low sound he made in response.

Finding Tynan— loving him— was the start of something new for me. Life, I guessed, since I hadn’t really had anything resembling a normal one until now.

After Mara returned, she stayed at Sherwood with us for another month before deciding to start fresh in Denver. There was just too much weight in California for her to want to stay. I, on the other hand, found that the only heavy moments in my life were now the ones I didn’t share with Tynan.

It took me some time after Mara left to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. While Tynan’s offer to chain me to his bed and let him take care of me twenty-four-seven was sorely tempting, he knew I needed my own purpose just like he did. And the first step was college.

I applied to the online program at the local community college and started with general classes. After months and many discussions, I tentatively found myself drawn to a pre-law focus. Maybe because I was starting to accept that the end of my knife could only exact so much justice. Or maybe because after everything, I wanted to make a difference in a way that was personal to me. Maybe that would change. Maybe it wouldn’t. Regardless, I no longer felt like I had to control the future out of fear because I knew whatever happened, Tynan would be by my side.

Just like he was now—making me dinner so I could stay focused on finishing my English paper. Always taking care of me.

The clock ticked later and later until finally I sat back and stared at the end of the assignment. Done.

I took a deep breath and then submitted the paper, closing my computer as soon as it was sent.

When I entered the bedroom, I smiled, seeing the lamp on Tynan’s nightstand still on and his book spread open on his bare chest while he dozed softly.

Biting my lip, I carefully slid the book from his hand, but before I turned the light off, my gaze caught on something inside the nightstand drawer. I quietly opened it a little farther and pulled out the small velvet box.

My throat tightened, my heart suddenly firing a mile a minute as I flipped open the lid. And then my jaw went slack, a giant diamond ring staring back up at me.

“Like what you see?”

I gasped and snapped the box closed like he hadn’t already caught me snooping.

“I’m sorry,” I said even though I made no move to put the box back.

“Are you?” He pushed himself up slightly.

I lifted my chin, tipped my head, and then gave him the truth. “No.”

“I didn’t think so.”

“Are you going to punish me?”

His brow arched as he reached out and took the ring box in one hand and my hands in the other. “Do you want me to?” he asked, pulling me closer.

I shivered. “No.”

“Then what do you want, my little wasp?” he drawled, bringing my hand to his lips and holding it there while he waited for my answer.

I wanted the ring. I wanted the future. I wanted everything. I wanted him.

“I want you to put that ring on my finger and make me your wife.”

His eyes flared with something feral. Without breaking my gaze, he flipped open the ring box with one hand, letting it fall to the bed as he plucked the ring from its cushion.

It slid perfectly onto my finger.

“You’re mine,” he declared without question because there was no question. There was never a question. There was only ever him.

“Yes, Daddy,” I said and climbed onto him, straddling his lap. He was naked under the covers. And hard.

His mouth found mine a second later, the kiss spiraling into something feral and frantic.

He pulled off my shirt, and I began to rock along his length, the friction making my core wet.

“Ready to be finished, my little wasp?” he said, sliding his hand up to cup my throat with enough pressure to make my pulse instantly thrum.

“Please,” I whimpered, breathless, the friction on my clit feeling incredible.

“Show me how ready you are,” he rumbled, his other hand gripping my hip and guiding me to keep rocking along his arousal.

“That’s it. Wet Daddy’s cock real good.”

My mouth parted, air straining against his hold around my neck as I ground my pussy along his length, sliding faster and harder.

“Please, Daddy,” I panted, my body racing toward something that was just out of reach.

“Please what?”

I shuddered, my core clenching to feel him inside me. “Please, finish me.”

His grip tightened enough to make my eyes pop wide and find his.

“Anything for you, my little wife.”

New kink unlocked.

My cry of want was swallowed up by his snarl as he flipped me onto my back and drove into my soaked pussy with a shout. My back bowed, feeling every inch and every piercing stretch me to the point of bursting. The tinge of pain sent the swell of pleasure spiraling a hundredfold. Then it was only my unintelligible noises that filled the bedroom as he fucked me. Claimed me.

“That’s it. So fucking good.” His praise entered my mind through the riot of pleasure, his hips shunting a hard, unrelenting pace into mine.

His grip on my neck tightened, restricting just enough airflow to make everything sparkle. And then I felt it—the clamp of his fingers on my clit, letting all of the sensations collect at the barrier of his touch. It always destroyed me when he did this, and I loved it.

I clawed at his forearm, feeling my orgasm swelling and straining against his fingers like a dam about to burst.

“Are you going to come all over Daddy’s cock like a good little wife?” he asked, rolling my clit between his fingers and sending black spots into my vision.

“Please, Daddy,” I choked out, so desperate I couldn’t breathe or think or speak.

And then he released his fingers, and I saw heaven.

I screamed, coming so hard on his cock everything went black for a single second. I came to on his deepest drive, my core spasming as he pinned himself to my womb and filled me with his release.

After long minutes where neither of us moved, the hand on my neck moved to my cheek, cupping my face as he kissed me, slow and tender, completely opposite to how he’d just taken me.

“I love you,” he rumbled.

The sigh that escaped me was nothing short of pure bliss.

“Say it again,” I begged, placing my hand on his cheek.

“I love you more than anything, my little wife.”

“I love you, too,” I said, my eyes fluttering shut as his mouth began to drop soft kisses along my jawline.

“Good,” he rasped against my ear. “Because I’m not finished with you yet.”

The End.

The Vigilants series continues with Robyn and Damon’s story in The Vow .

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