Page 77 of Daddy’s Hunted Bride

But then he moves the knife a third time and my heart stops. Not out of fear, but the kind of all-consuming love I’ve only read about in books. A love I’d never expected to feel for anyone, but especially not a man who kidnapped me, held me hostage, and forced me to become his baby.

And yet, here I am, my chest feeling like it might burst open at any moment because that same man has just carved his claim into my very flesh.

MINE.

I’m vaguely aware of the tabs of my diaper giving way, of the cool forest air caressing my heated pussy a moment before his mouth is on me. Need rips through me, threatening to rip me open as I thrash against my bonds.

The pain in my thigh is damn near unbearable as his fingers dig into the flesh just above his mark. I’m sobbing now, my loud cries echoing through the forest as he drives me up and up and up toward that cliff’s edge of pleasure.

And when he shoves me straight over, I scream, and all around us birds take flight as if what we have is too big, too terrifying, too everything for even Mother Nature herself to witness.

Thank god for the ropes holding me up, or else I’d be on the ground. My muscles have turned to water and my head is spinning as I drag air into my lungs. The ropes around my chest make it difficult to breathe too deeply, but somehow I manage.

I’m still gasping and panting for air when Daddy pushes to his feet. I watch, transfixed as he strips himself naked before taking hold of my knees, hoisting me up so only the ropes and his strength are bearing my full weight.

Fucking hell, he’s gorgeous.

“You are mine, little fox,” he growls as he pushes inside me, the hair on his legs scraping against the carved word on my thigh, reigniting the pain. The feel of his cock in my pussy after all this time nearly drives me to insanity as every stroke scrapes against my too-sensitive nerves. “Now, and for all eternity. Fuck that ‘until death do we part’ bullshit. Wherever we go after this, I will find you. Again, and again, and again. You hear me, babygirl? Even death will not take you from me. I won’t fucking let it.”

“I’m going to hold you to that vow.” Tears are pouring down my cheeks, but I keep my water-soaked gaze locked on his as he fucks me up against the tree, the bark scraping against my back. “Because if you break it, I’ll be the one hunting you down.”

“Fuck, baby.” Another low growl rips from him as his movements turn frantic. “I love you, Vanessa. So goddamn much. Say it back. I’m begging you, say it back, babygirl.”

“I love you, Daddy. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

My chants give way to screams as a fresh wave of pleasure crashes over me. Drowning me. If it weren’t for his thick cock pinning me to this tree, I feel certain I’d be swept away on the tide, so fucking powerful is my pleasure.

With one final thrust, he fills me, emptying himself into my still-spasming pussy. His shaky laughter fills my ears as he drops his head to my shoulder. For a long while we stay there, so wrapped up in each other I forget anything or anyone else even exists.

“You are so fucking perfect, Vanessa Dawn. My clever, naughty little fox. I love you.”

“Mmm. I don’t suppose you love me enough to let me have ice cream for dinner.”

His laughter is stronger now as he steps back and grabs his jeans from the ground. “Not a chance, little girl. But if you’re a very good girl, I could probably talk your Uncle Eli into running into town and picking up the fixings for banana splits.”

“Ohh, yes please! I’ll be the best-behaved Little girl ever!”

Grinning widely, he slides his knife under the ropes, releasing me with one swift swipe of the blade. “I’d settle for no more naughty words the rest of the day.”

“Deal!” Now that I’ve been released, I can properly inspect my leg. The letters are an angry red, with blood still seeping from the shallow wounds.

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

Reaching down, I trace the outline of each letter, a sense of wonder filling me. “Will it scar like that?”

“Not the first time. I couldn’t risk going too deep without the danger of hitting a major artery. But once I go over it a few times, it should scar over rather nicely.”

My fingers freeze in place. “You want me to let you do that again?”

“Yes. And you will. You know why?”

“No,” I shoot back sulkily as he bends to scoop me into his arms.

“Because. You are mine. And you’ll do whatever Daddy says, won’t you, little fox?”

“Maybe.” Looping my arms around his neck, I grin up at him. “You’ll just have to catch me first.”

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