Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Hello, daughter. Wife. Little Lamb. Daddy is never going to let you go. I keep telling you that.”
I grasp at the door handle, tugging at it over and over, but it does nothing. I slap my palm on the cool glass of the window, the car already moving down the street.
“No!” I scream. “No, no, no, no, no. How did you—”
I stall.
Pinching my lips together, looking at Ramses, all cocky and arrogant and fucking stunning.
The clutch starts in my belly, then vines around my throat, making that pulse between my legs start up again.
I cough and choke but the laughter bursts from my lips as I kick my feet and squeal like a child bouncing up and down on the seat.
I cover my face as I throw myself against my husband. My stepfather.
My hus-father.
My Daddy.
The only man I’ve ever loved. His arm coils around me, those killer blue eyes sparkling in a half-glare as I melt into the loving feel of his hard edges against my soft skin.
“When did you buy this car?” I demand. “I wasn’t sure it was the right one. I never thought you’d get a tacky Hummer.”
He grins, and before he answers he leans in to plant a kiss full on my lips. It tastes all the better for the tears, for the panic, for the chase. I luxuriate in the feel of his mouth dominating mine, barely breathing as I drink him in.
“I already told you, it’s no fun if you know what’s coming. You thought you could run from me? Never.”
“Mom and Dad are going to be so mad,” I say, letting the laughter come full and wonderful now, swiping at the tears cascading down my cheeks. “I can’t believe we’re really married!”
“Believe it, baby girl. You and me forever. Was it as much fun as you’d hoped?”
“More,” I tell him, snuggling in close. “So much more. I loved that you made it so real. I’ve never felt so alive. It was just like the books. Kidnapped and forced to marry the dark, Bratva mob boss and bear his children. Oh, and he’s also…dun, dun, dun…her stepfather! It was perfect. You’re a good actor, you know?”
“It wasn’t much of a stretch, Little Lamb. For a second, I thought I was too rough on you.” He kisses me again, and my whole body responds. “Wife.”
“Husband.”
“It’s honeymoon time. There’s a private jet waiting for us at the airport, but first, there’s something we need to do.”
“Call Mom, right?”
He nods, pulling out an iPhone in a sparking Swarovski crystal case. “I got you a new phone. Had everything transferred to this one. Your mom might not answer if it’s my number. So, better use yours. Let her welcome her former husband back to the family.”
“You’ll protect me always.”
“Forever, baby.” He swipes an errant hair from my cheek, his blue eyes shimmering. “Now, climb on Daddy’s dick, then dial your mother. You’ll fuck me while we give them the happy news. I’m the new son-in-law. The father of their grandchildren.”
His smile lights up my heart as he drags his thick erection from his pants and mounts my already soaking opening down onto his ten inches as I moan and tap the screen.
After two rings, she answers, and Ramses takes the phone as he guides me up and down on his cock.
“Mom?” he says with a smirk. “I’m here with my wife, we have some news…”
CHAPTER 12
Ramses
Epilogue One ~ Two years later
My little lamb is snoring away, but even her snoring makes me horny.
I’ve broken her Hot Cheetos habit. Once I read up on the ingredients and what all those chemicals could do to a body, I brought the hammer down.
She wept like a toddler for a week, but once she broke the habit, she said she felt better. Especially since I hired a full-time, all organic, no processed food chef and shopper who keeps us full of high-quality food, morning until night.
Her health has become my new obsession, especially since she developed a blood sugar issue during her pregnancy.
Ironic. Now she wears a full-time insulin monitor for reasons outside of me keeping track of her.
I know she sneaks a Diet Coke now and then, thinking she’s getting away with something. I let her have that. The insulin monitor may be more legit now, but that doesn’t mean good ole Doctor Taylor didn’t make sure there’s also a location tracker and some other readings on her that are directed to my email each and every day.
She is my life and my possession, and I take care of what’s mine.
I damn near fucked her to death those first few weeks, making up for all the time I held back, waiting for her to be mine. I tended to her battered pussy the best I could with cold packs and creams, and like the champ she is, she rarely told me it was too much.