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Her eager sucking lessens, and I deliver an array of praise to her. “You’re doing so well sucking on me.” Her tongue swipes over the tip, causing me to jolt at the sensationthat rips up my spine. “Such a good little pet.” The vibration of her moan has me gritting my teeth. “So beautiful. The prettiest little pet.” Her hand eases around me, and her sucking has become rhythmic as she uses me for comfort. I take this opportunity to meet the doc’s eyes and lift my chin. I’m grateful for the way he keeps the needle hidden as he approaches her. She stiffens, no doubt hearing his footsteps, and I want to gut the fucker for causing her unease. The glare I throw him is venomous, and he darts his eyes away from mine as he towers above her. “Get it over with,” I snipe out.

A small whimper leaves her, and her nails bite into my thigh, bound to leave crescent marks I will wear with pride. Her lips work faster as he brings the needle toward her. I know the exact moment he injects her because her small body stiffens, her teeth scrape along my flesh, and a strangled cry escapes her. I welcome the bite of pain, and beads of pre-cum spill from the tip of my cock. “That’s it, use your daddy, take what you need.” I hold her head against my groin, and she whimpers, her warm breath fanning over me. “Shh, it’s okay Gracie, it’s okay,” I soothe, continuing to coddle her. My little pet needs reassurance, and reassurance she will have.

It’s over quickly, and I glare toward the doc. He swallows hard, then backs away from us, grabs his bag, and heads out of the room.

I lift my angel into my arms, cradling her against me, and breathe in her scent. Lowering her on to the mattress, she doesn’t so much as flinch, almost like she’s in shock. Over a fucking needle.

I peer down at her, cracking my neck from side toside to ease the tension. It’s been one hell of a day. Languorously, I unbutton my shirt and kick my pants and boxers to the floor while my gaze darkens on the little beauty in my bed. The moment I wrap my fist around my cock, I know I won’t last long. I kneel on the end of the mattress, grab a hold of her legs, and yank her to the edge to slide down her sleep shorts and panties.

My muscles pull tight as my cock drips pre-cum. “Fuck,” I hiss, and my free hand slides over her silky, smooth skin. “You’re so fucking perfect, and you don’t even know it,” I coo. I slap my cock against her slick entrance, and she clenches, it’s like she’s waiting for me to fill. “It’s okay, Little Pet, Daddy’s here.” Then I repeat the motion, relishing the slapping sound before I slide inside her.

Electricity shoots up my spine when her warm heat grips me, and I thrust forward to the hilt. A whimper escapes her lips, and an intense pleasure zips up my spine. After pulling out, I slam forward, loving the way her compliant body welcomes me with each thrust. My grip on her thigh tightens, and I know it will bruise, but I don’t care, I’ll tend to it after. Me.

The way her pussy molds to my cock is an aphrodisiac. I’m completely obsessed with her. She’s my kryptonite, my fucking everything. I’ve never felt like this before, ever. I’ve never wanted to be so deep inside someone I don’t want to leave, and I tell myself it’s because I’m the only one to have entered her, though I know otherwise. I want to keep her, breed her, and feed from her tits as her body swells with our baby.

Removing my hand from her thigh, I spit onto herpussy, causing my cock to jump at the sight. When I circle her little clit, a small moan leaves her pouty lips, and I flick my eyes up to watch the way her tits bounce with each movement. Each powerful surge has me moving closer and closer toward my orgasm. Her body convulses, her pussy clenching my cock hard. “Fuck,” I grit out. “That’s it, Little Pet, breed for Daddy.” Warm cum spurts into her, and I close my eyes, willing my seed to ensure our future together.

Chapter Twenty

Gracie

Vinny is thorough as he washes me. I lean back against his strong chest, sinking into him for comfort—the thump of his heart beating against me is soothing. He’s powerful and demanding, forceful and controlling, but above all else, he’s caring and tender, and I crave that part of him as much as all the others.

The bath is full of bubbles and smells of peaches, and I smile when he nuzzles into my neck and places another feathery kiss just below my ear and the bite marks he’s created over the past few days.

His hands work the suds down my body, and I delight in the way his hard cock flinches when he kisses me, as if he’s struggling to hold back his need. The cleansing of me becomes more of a massage, and I’m grateful for his touch.

“Why don’t you like needles?”

My blood turns to ice, and I freeze, and his voiceturns deadly. “Little Pet?” he murmurs when I don’t answer right away.

“I-I just don’t.”

He tsks under his breath, and his arm crosses over my chest until his hand wraps loosely around my throat. It’s not in the least bit threatening, more of a commanding action. “I asked you why you don’t like needles. Answer.”

“When I first moved in with him, my father’s friends used them, and I didn’t like what they did to them.”

A small shudder racks through him, and his fingertips tighten. “What did they do, Little Pet?”

“They used them for drugs, and they—” My throat clogs and I still, unable to admit the part I hate the most.

He kisses the top of my head and nuzzles into my hair, all while holding my throat captive under his command. “Go on.”

“My father injected me to make me go to sleep.” My heart booms behind my rib cage. “But he hasn’t since I became pregnant,” I rush out.

His muscles tighten and his body stiffens before he drops his hands to his side, causing the water to splash over the tub. My shoulders sag, the familiar feeling of abandonment I’ve become accustomed to rears its ugly head, and tears build behind my eyes.

“Shhh, Little Pet,” he coos, and wraps his arms around my center. “Daddy’s here.” Then he clears his throat. “Why did he want you to go to sleep, Gracie?”

I revel in the way he uses my nickname and my given name, so easily flipping between the two. I can’t help but wonder if this is usual practice for him or if he only uses the term little pet for his usual women.

Jealousy creeps up my spine, but I shake it away, choosing to concentrate on the here and now while believing he doesn’t so much as know anyone else’s given name. Glancing down at the firm embrace he has on me, I use the tip of my finger to the follow the veins running from his hand and over his thick arms, wishing it was my tongue traveling over him with the same confidence.

I tilt my head up to face him. “He said I had to be quiet and not see.”

His silver eyebrows furrow. “Not see what?”

I think on his question for a minute. Truth be told, I’m unsure, but I’ve always assumed he meant he didn’t want me to witness his dealings. “The men that were coming to do drugs and things.”

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