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He caresses my bottom lip, and I fixate on his hazel orbs, basking in his attention. “I don’t like the thought of you knowing those things.” He swallows hard. “Doing those things.”

My heart soars, and butterflies take flight deep inside my stomach.

The air crackles as something foreign passes between us. An awareness I’m old enough to do those things, maybe?

A throat clears, and our gazes snap toward the doorway to the family room.

“How sweet.” Amanda’s sardonic tone sets my teeth on edge, and her deadly stare drills into me, causing me to recoil. She not only has a vicious tongue but a cruel hand, something I’ve failed to mention to Jensen each time he returns, too afraid of the consequences.

The last thing I need is to be removed from this home and taken farther from Jensen. So I’ve learned to endure whatever she throws at me. Literally.

Jensen quickly slides me from his lap and stands, leaving me on the sofa.

“Have you had a good night?” he asks, tilting his head to the side. “You’re clearly able to walk, so not completely unstable tonight.”

My eyes widen, and her deadly leer slices to mine. Great, thanks, dumbass. Now she hates me even more, if that were possible.

A slow smile curves on her cunning face, and I already know I’m not going to like whatever is about to come out of her mouth. “Why don’t you follow me? I’ll show you how stable I am.”

I glance toward Jensen with bated breath, but with the way he licks his lips and his hand twitches at his side, I know he’s about to take her up on her suggestion.

My heart thuds heavily. Please, don’t.

Clearing his throat, he looks down at me, then leans over me and grabs the blanket off the back of the sofa. He drapes it over me before tucking it under my arms. “Goodnight, Little Nightmare,” he whispers into my ear before leaving the room, taking my heart with him.

I need to up my game. If he thinks I’m a little nightmare, I’m about to show him how much of a nightmare I can be.

Jensen Marino is my daddy. It’s time he realized it.

CHAPTER SIX

JENSEN

I snap my hips forward again and again, slamming into Amanda. Her overly exaggerated moans of gratification have turned into drunken snoozes, and while I should pull out, I have a raging need to expel from me.

Sweat drips down my face with each surge, and annoyance rumbles in my chest that the vanilla scent is sliding off. “Jesus, just come already,” I snipe out as my cock softens.

For a split moment, I think I hear someone on the landing outside of our bedroom door, and ecstasy zips up my spine, bringing with it a rush of exhilaration.

Is she outside listening?

Has she opened the door at some point so she can see me fuck?

Holy shit, why is that so hot?

My mind blurs with images of me stroking my fingers through Immie’s hair; it’s so soft when I touch it. Is she as soft all over as her silky locks? I glance down at Amanda’s tits bouncing with each push of my hips, and when her hair falls over her chest, I imagine it’s Immie’s hair there. My fingers twitch to reach out, to fist it in my palm as I fuck into her ruthlessly.

I don’t even want to dig deeper into my psyche, but as I push inside Amanda, my cock jumps and my balls finally draw up. “Yesss,” I groan, slamming inside her one last time and filling the condom.

I drop my head forward and hate the way Amanda’s perfume invades my nostrils, so I make quick work of rolling off her. Standing to remove the condom, I tie it and drop it into the trash can in the en suite before returning to the room.

The bedroom door pushes open, and my spine bolts straight.

I don’t know whether to be pissed she lingered outside while I fucked Amanda or elated she still feels comfortable enough for me to help soothe her to sleep.

With my back to her, I push my feet into my boxer shorts and pull them up. Then I tilt my head toward the ginormous bed and slip beneath the sheets. She crawls in beside me, cuddling up to me, as she always has.

Amanda’s snores echo off the walls, and I wince at the racket. How the fuck I’m meant to sleep with that noise is beyond me. It’s becoming evident she’s had a lot to drink.