Page 48 of It Must Be Fate

“Did he kiss you on the cheek when he left? Or touch you in any way?”

“Nope. He actually said he’s seen us in the tabloids enough to know you don’t play about me and to keep his distance.”

“Smart man.” He kisses a path up to my ear. “To an extent, because he let you slip through his fingers.” He brushes his lips against mine, heating my blood. “And for that, I thank him.”

I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Am I out of the doghouse?” I ask, looking up at him from beneath my lashes.

He groans, his palm trailing down my back to grab a handful of my ass. “You were never in it, love,” he says, pressing me against his hard cock and squeezing my cheek. “He was going to be dogfood, but you were going to stay mine regardless.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s.”

“Good answer,” he purrs. He takes a step back, releasing me. His gaze rakes slowly down my body before coming back up to meet mine. “Now get naked.”

The corner of my lips lifts even as I reach for the strap of my nightie and slowly pull it off my shoulder.

“Straight to business, huh?”

The satin dress falls to the floor in a pool of fabric and Rhys’s gaze turns downright ravenous.

“Daddy’s hungry,” he says, the husky timber of his voice sending a shiver coursing through my entire body.

His newfound obsession with being called Daddy in the bedroom does something to me. If you’d asked me when we first started dating if that was something I’d be into, I would have said no. But these days, that’s all it takes to get me going.

“And you need to be reminded of who you belong to.”

I reach behind me and undo my bra, letting it join my nightie on the ground. My panties come off next and then I’m standing completely naked in front of Rhys.

His blue eyes are completely black and liquid pools of lust. He takes a step back, grabs a chair from our kitchen table and sits, settling comfortably on it with his legs spread.

“Come here, love,” he orders, undoing the button of his jeans and slowly dragging the zipper down.

He reaches into his briefs and palms his cock, closing his fist around his thick length and stroking it as he watches me approach with animalistic eyes.

I come to stand between his legs. He reaches for my pussy, runs his fingers through my wet slit, and immediately plunges two in to the hilt. A gasp leaves my lips and my knees buckle. I grab onto his shoulders to keep from falling.

He’s so tall that even with him sitting and me standing between his legs, I barely have to look up to meet his gaze.There’s something so unbelievably dirty about the fact that he’s fully clothed while I’m standing before him completely naked.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours.”

His other hand goes to my stomach.

“Whose baby is this?”

“Yours.”

The sounds of his fingers thrusting into my pussy echo lewdly around us, wet and crude and so erotic they make me clench my thighs around his hand.

“Who’s going to fuck you?”

“You,” I pant.

He presses his thumb against my clit and rubs it with fevered intention.

“Oh, fuck.”

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