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“Says who?”

“Says me. You can’t give me this much money for nothing.”

“It’s not for nothing. You’re assisting me with keeping my son occupied. That’s certainly worth some compensation.”

“Thank you, Mr. Roths-” I raise my eyebrow, and she swallows. “Rex. But I can’t-”

“Look. The money is yours. What you do with it is your choice.” With a nod, I exit the space so Stephanie can feel safe enough to shower.

My fingers flex with every step as irritation runs down my spine. Seems as if I’ll have to make more of an impression on the stubborn girl. Instead of heading to my car so I can go to work, I bypass the garage and go to my study. What I plan to do shouldn’t take all that long.

As soon as I’m at my desk, I unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip my pants so I can pull my erection out. I’m so fucking hard, and just from talking to her. Roses and sugar, a scent unique to her, clings to me, invading my lungs with every inhale.

Just a quick click of my fingers, and a few screens pop up. Normally, I try not to watch what she and my son do. All these cameras are for surveillance and ensuring the safekeeping of this estate.

However, now more than ever, I’m grateful to have them. Not to keep her, Brody, or my property safe, but to study myobsession where she cannot see me. She stands there, looking at my money, but my gut tells me she’s not going to take it.

My balls clench as she runs her fingers over the bills. It’s a soft caress, a gentle movement of her hand before she yanks them away, leaving them where I put them. I fucking knew it.

Her eyes dart about the space, presumably making sure I’m not there, before taking off her shirt. If only she knew I was watching her from the comfy confines of my office. What would she think then?

Despite her tentative arousal, she fights this attraction. I’m just not sure why. It’s not as if my son has anything redeemable about him. I do applaud her loyalty though.

Leaning forward, I watch in rapt attention as she takes off her bra. There’s a hesitancy in her touch, an innocence almost. Perfect for my pornographic needs.

Such pretty breasts. A perfect handful. Her nipples jut out, dark and dusky against her pale skin. How would they feel between my lips, my tongue lapping at them before I suck them deep into me? With a groan, I run my hand over my cock, squeezing my knot before gliding back up.

Such exquisite agony, such painful pleasure. My brain nearly melts as I touch myself to my forbidden goddess. Looking at the screen in the shower, my cock pulses as she removes the rest of her clothes and steps in. The hot spray fogs the lens for a few moments, but soon I’m able to watch as she soaps down her body.

Her fingers glide down, cleansing every inch. And once the soap is gone, her fingers go back to her pussy. At first, I think she’s merely making sure she’s completely and thoroughly rinsed off, but her head tilts back as her lips part.

She spreads her legs a bit and rubs her clit. Leaning forward, I continue to stroke myself as I watch her. Though the sound issoft and faint over the rushing water, I can almost make out the words dripping from her luscious lips.

“Mr. Rothsbourne,” she cries out as she slides her fingers deep into her pussy. “Daddy,” she seems to amend, a secret smile flitting across her lips as she tries out my title.

Shock roots me to the spot, stilling my hand as I continue to watch in amazement as she gets off to me. So that’s why she was so embarrassed. The poor little omega seems to have inappropriate feelings for me as well. Soft grunts fill my office as I grip my cock.

Her light, feminine moans surround me, spurring me forward. God, I can’t believe how absolutely lost I am in her. It’s a sickness that has no cure. All I know is that I will not rest until she’s under me, crying out my name in more than a whisper.

I want to make her shout it for all to hear. Damn my son. He’s not capable of giving her what she needs, what she wants, and what she truly desires.

He had his chance.

Now, it’s Daddy’s turn, and Daddy doesn’t give a fuck about anything else but making this omega mine.

I want to bend her over the couch and redden her ass for defying me and not allowing me to do what’s best for her. I want to bury myself in her sweet pussy as I defile her with my words. Hell, she got off on my humiliation earlier, so it’s not as if she won’t enjoy herself while I fill her ears with all the dirty, nasty things I want to do to her.

Tipping my head back, I continue to stroke myself, gripping the delicate skin as hard as I imagine her pussy will do. Soon. So fucking soon. But first, I need to get her under my control.

Even as I listen to her pleasuring herself, the plan from earlier solidifies in my mind. If I make it so that I’m all she’ll have, then she’ll have no choice but to submit to me and mydepravity. I’ll be there to discipline her, guide her, and most of all, to give her the pleasure only a man can give her.

With a feral roar, I grip my knot as my other hand continues to jerk up and down with furious strokes. Cum shoots out and sullies the desk, coating the expensive wood with my seed. Once she’s mine, I’ll make it so my cum will only ever be in her. She’ll give me everything I want, and in return, I will give her the world.

She may hate me at first. She may try to deny my claim. But in the end... Daddy knows best.

CHAPTER 3

STEPHANIE

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