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I come inside her. It doesn’t matter because it’s going to be Ryker that gets her pregnant. He has to. They will give her to someone else if he doesn’t. That thought makes it all fucking worse. I groan against her lips, and my cock pulses inside her, filling her, and her body takes every drop while her legs hold me there.

I stay inside her. My forehead against hers. My hand on her throat. Her legs around my waist and my cum in her pussy. Her gorgeous face is still wet with tears.

Her eyes lock on mine, and she’s looking at me like I just gave her something she’s been waiting for her whole life. Like I’m the answer. Like this changes everything.

It doesn’t change a goddamn thing. Ryker is still coming home. The Council still expects their heir. And I still can’t give her what she wants, no matter how many times I fill her pussy or wish that things in my life have gone differently. There are a lot of things I’d fucking change. I can’t let myself go back there.

But right now, with my cock inside her and her taste on my lips, I let myself have it. The lie that she’s mine and I’m hers.

I untie her wrists. Press my lips against the rope marks. She grabs my face and pulls me into another kiss and I let her because I don’t know how to stop.

She’s not going to leave this fucking bed today. I’m going to put tally marks on her fucking body to count the number of times I can fuck her pussy in a single day.

That’s fucking one.

Chapter Seven

Laine

Rhett has me on his lap again at the dining room table, and I don’t give a fuck who sees us.

He sat down for lunch and I climbed into his lap because he’s got me addicted to him. I need him all the time. My shorts are on the floor and his fingers are inside me and his tongue is in my mouth. I am riding his hand with both arms around his neck while his free hand grips my throat.

This is what my life has become. And now that he’s fucked all of me, he hasn’t stopped. We’ve been going at it nonstop for days, and I never want it to end. It’s been day after day of fucking, kissing, being tied to every piece of furniture in this house, and sleeping in his bed every night.

“Daddy.” I moan it against his lips because I know what it does to him. His fingers fuck me harder and his grip tightens on my throat. I’m so close I can feel the orgasm building between my thighs. “Don’t stop, Rhett.”

“Come for me, little one.” He growls it into my mouth. His thumb presses my clit and his fingers fuck me harder and I come so fucking hard. I bury my face in his neck, moaning Daddy so loud it bounces off the dining room walls. My pussy clenches around his fingers and my hips grind down against his hand. His cock is hard against my thigh through his pants.

“Sounds like I just missed the good part.”

I don’t recognize the voice and jerk my head to the side to see a man standing in the doorway.

Ryker. He’s tall like Rhett and built the same way through his shoulders and chest. His dark hair is messy from travel. He’s wearing a black t-shirt that shows off arms covered in ink—sleeves on both sides, wrist to shoulder—and I can see more peeking above his collar. His jaw is sharp, and his eyes are the same blue as his father’s. He looks at me sitting half-naked on Rhett’s lap with my thighs still wet, and he doesn’t even flinch.

His gaze shifts from me to his father, and I watch him take in the fucked-up scene. His jaw tightens, and he locks eyes with his father for several seconds.

He drops a bag by the door and leans against the frame, crossing his muscular arms. “Now I see why you are addicted to her pussy. Don’t stop on my account. Make sure you get her off at least.”

My entire body tenses, still not sure if he’s pissed about what he just walked in on.

“Relax, baby.” Rhett’s voice is calm against my ear. His fingers slide out of me, and he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean while his son watches.

“Um . . . hi,” I say to Ryker. I don’t know what else to fucking say. This is the man I’m supposed to marry and raise children with. He’s hot, I can’t deny that. But the man I want to spend my life with is his father. It would be no hardship to fuck them both, which makes me an even bigger whore. But Rhett’s is the bed I want to sleep in every night.

“Hi.” His mouth tips the same way Rhett’s does. It’s unsettling how much of his father I can see in his face, and how different it feels at the same time. “You must be my bride.”

“Laine.” Rhett’s hand is still on my throat, and I’m not going anywhere until he lets me, so I sit with my bare ass on his thigh and try to pretend this fucked-up situation is normal. It probably will be for whatever our little family is going to be.

“Did you have a good trip, son?”

“It was long.” Ryker pushes off the doorframe and walks to the bar cart near the window. He pours himself a whiskey and takes a drink while his eyes find me again. He scans my body, but it’s nothing compared to the way his father watches me. “Are you going to let her cover that round ass, or is this how we dress for meals now?”

Rhett’s hand slides from my throat to my hip. He squeezes once, then lifts me off his lap and sets me on my feet. My legs are still unsteady, and I grab the edge of the table to keep from swaying. He picks up my shorts from the floor and holds them open for me to step into, then pulls me back onto his lap.

“Better?” Rhett asks his son, his hand settling on my bare thigh like I’m not going anywhere.

Ryker drops into the chair to Rhett’s left and stretches his legs out. “I wouldn’t say that.” He takes another drink. His eyes move between me and his father with a sexy smirk on his face. “But at least let me have a meal and a drink before we get down to whatever it is you have planned for us.”