Page 144 of The Vigilant

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 clampof 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.

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