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I was still processing the demise of my bean flicking days when he rattled out the rest.
“Number three. Your health always comes first. Number four. All your holes belong to Daddy.”
All? Did that mean—
“Number five. The most important one. Daddy will love you forever.”
I hugged Pandora to my chest.
That word again.
Forever.
“Sweetheart?” he whispered.
There was something in his voice that made me pause. Something was wrong. When I raised my head, those blue eyes were troubled—and in all the time I’d known Daddy, he had never hesitated. In anything.
“Before you decide, I need to tell you how we got here.”
He didn’t look away. His gaze held mine. I swallowed and clutched Pandora.
He began from the beginning. His story. What changed. How I became entangled in this family. The suspicions.
By the time he finished I felt numb.
He looked numb.
I released Pandora and reached for him.
Because no one needed a hug more than him right now.
It took a while and some tears, but we read my family’s letters together.
This was the day that I began to believe in the prospect of fate and the real possibility of forever.
Chapter 19
Asher
Waking up to Sayla was the best feeling in the world—even more so now that I’d laid my soul bare before her. Every bit of weight gone. I could breathe again.
I carefully extracted Pandora from her clutches. My Princess had been most unhappy when Pandora got hit by some errant come. Which was really her fault since she’d managed to swallow it all.
The see-through lace vest was an excellent purchase. Through the white I could see her darker nipples. I pushed my shorts off but the waistband caught around my cock in my haste.
She didn’t need medication to sleep now. Sayla had a naturally deep sleep and by regulating a daily pattern she was able to rest the way she was meant to—without nightmares.
I moved over her like a ninja. Any heat lost from raising the covers was quickly replaced by my body. I rested my cock between her breasts before bringing them together like a lovely cocoon. By the time I began to rock my hips her eyes fluttered open.
She blinked a few times.
“At least take your shirt off so I get a show,” she croaked.
It was a sacrifice because I needed to release my favourite part of her to reach my T-shirt.
“Hold them in place.”
She groaned and her hands appeared.
