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“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…herstepfather!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…”
CHAPTER12
Ramses
Epilogue One ~ Two years later
My little lambis 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.
I think we both started to realize there would be more than just a stepfather-stepdaughter relationship the week after she turned eighteen. That was when I made one of my rare in-person appearances, and her mother tried to kick me out and threatened to call the police. When I told her I was there to see my Little Lamb, and if she called the cops I’d take her phone, break the screen and cram every shard up her husband’s ass, she relented.
And Bijou laughed. That sound was all I ever wanted to hear, and as we talked, it was obvious things had changed.
She wasn’t a child anymore, but she would always be my little girl.
Our relationship blossomed in secret, but I would never touch her until we made it official. And after her nineteenth birthday, we concocted our wedding plans. Most of the ideas came from Bijou, from the books she loves to read, and all I did was add details to make it more real, saving back some of the plans, so there would be a few surprises.
Where’s the fun if she knows exactly what’s going to happen?
It’s still a challenge to keep my cock out of her body. All her holes are magic to me and when the pressure builds, she’s the only balm to my sickness.
She’s close to getting her double degree in Criminal Justice and Accounting. With the baby, and the complications during the pregnancy, she missed a couple semesters. She’s taken on a right-hand role in running my businesses as well, but I keep her shielded from the dirtiest parts and the less legitimate money-making ventures.
