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The hot slick of my arousal seeming to drag me along behind it. The idea of Steve in my part of the house, my own room even is almost too much to bear. I have to follow him. I have to see just what it is about my things everyone seems so damned interested in all of a sudden.

Daddy’s shrill voice calling from downstairs as he moves back inside and through the house make me freeze on the spot, ducking behind a railing at the top of the stairs, waiting until the coast is clear again.

The low grunt coming from my bedroom door draws a series of shivered breaths from me as I feel my own need for relief of a kind I've never felt about to boil over. I want to shove my own fingers deep inside myself, press my clit so hard it lets out this crazy, intoxicating, and maddening pressure.

My god, I want Steve… I wouldn't know what to do with him, but I know he'd know what to do with me.

The grunt becomes an animalistic growl. And in three steps, I’m at my bedroom door, the memory of Steve’s eyes burning into mine mixed with the sensation of what feels like wetting myself as my world suddenly explodes is the only thing I remember about turning the handle.

He’s gone through my things alright. Crossing more lines than Melinda ever did once I see what he has in his hand. But it’s what he's doing with that hand, and my underwear from the laundry basket, that makes time stand still.

My mind feels like it snaps, making me unable to even comprehend what I’m seeing. But in my body as well as deep in my heart, I know it’s the hottest fucking thing I've seen in my whole life. Is it really happening? Am I hallucinating all this?

Nope.

It’s my bodyguard, hard at work. His stiff, engorged erection pumped furiously with one of his equally massive hands. Using my granny panties undies, no less. And the sight of me in the doorway, my mouth hanging as wide as my eyes are open is enough to see him finish what he’s clearly just started. Moaning the one word that echoes off the walls before I feel my eyes cross, my pussy explodes and the whole room tilting away from me as I fall in a dead faint.

“Mine…Mine!”

Before everything goes black, before I even have a chance to kick myself for missing another second of his private show, I hear my dad’s voice. Cutting through everything.

“Mr. Slade! My god! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

5

STEVE

A Few Minutes Earlier

Shulton spills his guts in the library before I went up to Stacey’s room. Making it clear he has just the one enemy who would stoop so low as to want to break his family lineage, literally by breeding from Stacey. As much as the thought sickens me, it’s only because it makes me see just how little time I have as well as the only reason to protect her from now on.

Turns out his little windfall into billionaire life came at the cost of some underhanded tactics from his own company. Legally, it’s binding. But left a bad taste in someone's mouth when they were shut out of the deal at the last minute, costing them their share of the billions on the table. Shulton’s newest enemy and most likely suspect.

The name Shulton gives me means nothing. I’ve never heard of Sean Castor. But according to Shulton, Sean Castor has at least a billion reasons to be shitty with him, and he also knows Shulton's biggest weakness, aside from his dog.

His family. His daughter specifically. Shulton lets me know with growing emotion that his wife ran off with someone half her age, and aside from giving him an alimony headache, it was his undoing emotionally. Made him paranoid that his little girl would leave too once she grew up.

“Since Chloe… Since Stacey’s mother left… Well, she's all I have, Mr. Slade. She’s my whole world. So, when she started to grow into a young woman, I knew she’d want to leave home too, just like her mother, just like my Chloe…”

“I’m guessing this is the time you got your dog… I mean, Angel?” I ask. Listening to him but needing to see what’s mine, I’m occupying the space in front of the largest window. Giving me a clear view of Stacey and the dog we’re discussing.

Keeping it professional. Confident I can persuade the man to put me in charge without any more interference.

If anyone's gonna be breeding that plump, made-to-fit-a-man-my-size ass of hers, it's gonna be me.

My eyes snap to her once I notice her strolling outside with Melinda, only reinforcing the fact with every passing moment. I can’t take my eyes off her, and I won't rest until she’s sprawled breathless in bed next to me.

Our bed.

“Just one thing, Shulton. That note… The threat on Stacey. How soon was it before you hired Melinda and the note appeared?” I ask him, catching him off guard.

He takes a moment to consider the question but shakes his head firmly once he determines the implication I'm making.

Shulton’s wary, but he’s blind to the ruse Melinda’s putting on. It’s plain as day to me, but Shulton’s only thinking about a man like me watching over his only daughter, which I can't blame him for. I spell it out, the real danger she’s in, without going into my theories about Melinda’s place in all this, and he agrees to follow my instructions.

“…On a trial basis, Mr. Slade. I’ll give you twenty-four hours to prove you’re fixing this mess, or I’ll just cut you a check and we’re done. And until then, Melinda stays.”

I don’t like his ultimatum, but I don't plan on letting twenty-four hours pass before I claim his daughter as mine for good either. And as for his money? There’s only one thing Shulton's got that I want. And the idea of any kind of competition is what kicks my caveman brain, primal urge to breed her myself that starts to take me over completely.

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