Page 53 of Law

“Not yet, babygirl. I love the feel of your slick pussy fluttering around my fingers.” He distracted her by licking and kissing the marks he’d made. He didn’t know how it was possible, but his possessiveness grew. She was always going to wear his mark before she left their home. He didn’t want anyone to question whether she had been claimed by him.

With reluctance, he finally drew his fingers out of her pussy. “I need your eyes, fairy cat.” When her eyes fluttered open, passion still glazed her expression. “I think we need to talk, babygirl. I want to fuck you all night long, but I want to have a conversation with you first. Do you think you can do that?”

He tried to strike a balance in the tone of his verse. This wasone conversation he could not push her into. He didn’t want to try. Another emotion he wanted to avoid darkened her expression: fear.

“Is it something bad?”

It pissed him off that she automatically went there. Not at her. She was a victim of an asshole father who always blamed her for everything. Phillip Thorne had better hope Law never got the chance to pay him a visit. It would be a long and painful meeting for the man.

“No, babygirl. I think this will be a very good talk. Let’s go sit on the sofa.”

Taking her hand, he led her to the couch and pulled her onto his lap. She kept herself rigid, and he hated she felt the need to do that. He needed to get on with this conversation and get it done.

Whether it turned out as he hoped or not, he would ensure she didn’t feel the pain of it. This conversation was one where, if it didn’t go as he hoped, she would not take the blame and walk away feeling guilty.

“What is it, Daddy? You’re scaring me. Did I do something wrong at the party? Do you want me to leave?”

Well, fuck. This wasn’t starting well. It would be a lot easier if he could just tell her she was his, that he loved her, and demand she love him back. That’s how this game was played. With him in charge and her obeying or facing the consequences.

But this wasn’t a game. This was their lives. How had it become a life he couldn’t imagine spending without her so quickly? It wasn’t a situation where he could lay down demands. Damn it.

She was so fucking gorgeous. She was perfect for him, and he knew he’d been good for her, too. She sat on his lap looking so damn frightened and fragile, he wanted to wrap his arms around her.

But if he did that, he’d never be able to stop. His cock wasalready as hard as a rock. She wanted him, too. But did she love him? Did she want to spend the rest of her life with him?

“Lovelyn, babygirl. I spent most of my life knowing I’d never have anything good. Lived in houses but never had a home. A place to retreat to where good things would be waiting. But then I met you. Never thought I’d meet a woman like you. Sweet. Sassy. Little. Prey. Thought I’d found it a few times, but it turned out to be lies. And I knew that, for me, this world was nothing but loneliness and disappointment.”

“Daddy,” she whispered. She pressed her finger to his lips. “Daddy, don’t.”

But he had to get this out. Had to make her understand all she’d done for him. To him. He kissed her fingertips and placed them on his chest, right over his heart.

“But then you came along, and for the first time this house felt like a home. I’m happy for the first time in my life, and I never want to lose that. No, I never want to lose you.”

Best he could tell, she’d stopped breathing when he’d told her he never wanted to lose her. She stared at him, her gaze a mixture of hope and fear.

“You aren’t going to lose me, Law.”

He was tired of talking. He was a man of action, not words. When she dropped her gaze to her hand, he squeezed her to make sure he had her attention.

“That’s good, fairy cat. However, it seems I need to clarify a few things. First of all, you do not call me Law. From now on, to you I’m Daddy or Viking. Clear?”

Her mouth dropped open and she sucked in a quick breath. Hope swirled in her eyes. She smiled, and it was more beautiful than the sunrise over the Smokies. Nodding, she said, “Clear.”

He raised a brow. “Clear who, little girl?”

“Clear, Daddy?”

It came out more of a question than he’d like, but they’d workon that. “Good. One down. Second, I know it’s fast. I know there’s a lot going on in both our lives. And I know I’m not a typical Daddy, but I can promise you that to the best of my ability, I’ll give you what you want and what you need because my goal in life is to keep you safe and happy.”

“Wh-why, Daddy? You are the most amazing man I’ve ever known, but why me?”

“Oh, babygirl. Because I love you. I love the way you talk. I love the way you care about people. I love that you aren’t afraid of me and that you love playing our games. I love that you’re willing to do what you believe is right. I love your curves, and your sass, and your smile. I want you in my life every day I have left to spend on this earth.”

“You do?”

“I really do, babygirl. And I want to spend forever being your Daddy, if you’ll have me. If you need time to think about it, I understand?—”

“Yes! Yes, I want forever!”

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