Page 59 of Dear Glory

“No! Tell me who owns Sir? Who owns Sir completely?! Tell me?” he questions desperately.

“I… Glory!”

“That’s feckin’ righ’! Glory owns the feck out this dick!” He plunges deeper into me and I lose my breath. “Say it again, Glorious! Who owns this dick?!”

“YES! YES! GLORY OWNS THIS DICK! I OWN YOU, SIR!” I cry, tired and out of breath, but I hungrily keep grinding on that spot.

“Shite! Aye yu do. Take this dick, Glory. Take as much as you want,” he grunts, slamming into me once more, and I dig my nails into his back, shaking and uncontrollably cumming as he pumps rope after rope inside of me, pulsing so hard I shudder, cumming again before laying on him, yawning.

“Are you going to sleep already?” he chuckles, pulling out of me and swirling his fingers around in my cum soaked pussy.

“Mmm, yeah… but I think I know what I would name them,” I yawn again, names popping in my head.

“Oh yeah? That was quick.” He rips a sheet from the stationary notepad near me and hands me a pencil. “Write them down for me, Glorious.”

I snort out a laugh, sitting up and doing as he asks before handing it to him.

“What do you need these names for? Are you thinking of adopting?” I wonder, not that I’m opposed to the idea.

“No Glorious,” he looks at the note, nodding with a smile. “It’s for our new start,” he tells me as he stands then leans in, placing a kiss on my lips. “Get some rest… we have a lot to talk about when you wake up, okay?”

“Okay,” I yawn, snuggling into bed, barely able to keep my eyes open even as he walks out the room.

It’s ridiculous to think that I made such a fuss about wanting to be from under my dad’s thumb only to choose darkness and sin with a man who’s not only broken every piece of me and hoarded all shards, but has placed them together in an obscure way that only suits him.

I never thought there was a man who could handle me and make me bow down to him like my powerhouse of a father, but the man who left the room excels at it, and I can’t wait to see how he destroys me further.Our new start… I like the sound of that.

Axil

“How much longer?” I mumble, climbing from the car and rolling up my sleeves.

“They’re almost done. They’re looking for a replacement rug,” Lawrence steps out of the driver’s seat, walking next to me while Fabian remains at Astrid and Edouard’s, keeping an eye on Glory.

“And how long will that take? I want things back to normal before Glory comes back home,” I question, already growing thin on patience.

“It will take three days since it’s being imported, sir,” he answers.

“Get it here in one. Glorious said she’s ready to come home, so I do not want to make her wait any longer,” I demand.

“Will do, sir,” Lawrence bows.

“Also, when will our main home in California be completed?”

“Unfortunately, it’ll be another year, sir,” he grunts, seeming as disappointed as I am.

“I want that time cut down as much as possible. I’m ready to start over with my Glorious.”

“I understand, sir,” he bows as he opens the door for me to walk in. When we enter the house, Lawrence heads to the phone, probably to communicate my desire to move things along faster. Meanwhile, I’m immediately drawn to Lilian and Robert, who are sitting near the office, playing with dolls and toy cars as the cleaners mop up the blood and the maids scrub the walls.

“Daddy!” Lilian exclaims when she sees me. I hand Wolf my cigar and she puts it out just in time as Lilian runs into my arms. “You took forever!” she huffs and I chuckle but pause when I see her playing with a white teddy bear.

“I’m sorry. I had important matters to attend to. What are you and Robert doing outside the nursery? Did you not like it?” I pinch her little nose gently and take the bear from her hands, placing it into my pocket. “I thought I told you not to disturb the cleaners,” I smirk with a raised brow.

“We weren’t disturbing them! We were only watching! We also wanted to say bye bye to old mommy! They just took her.” She goes back and starts playing with her dolls.

“Is that true Robert? You didn’t disturb them, right?”

“Yesh dada! We be good!” My son nods his head, brown curls bouncing,

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