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“Fuck, kitten, you’re killing Daddy. Those innocent eyes, this hot little cunt, tell me you need me, that you can’t live without me because, fuck, gorgeous, I can’t live another day without you.” His mouth smashes over mine, and he fucks me harder as we try to breathe life into each other.

It hurts, it blossoms, then explodes, and too soon, I’m lost in him, in how he manhandles me—his fingers pressing into my shoulders as he forces me down into each hip thrust and demands I never leave him. Not that I’d ever want to. I’m every bit as enraptured with Cato as he is with me.

Gripping my face again, he pins me to the door as we climax together, and I feel every pulse from his body as he releases inside me while I milk him to completion. Moaning into his kiss, my body shivers as pleasure rolls through me, and I can’t help but cling to him. I never want to lose this feeling.

Drawing back, he presses his forehead to mine as we catch our breath. Holding my gaze, he says, “Is it too soon to say I’m never letting you go?” I shake my head quickly. “Good, because even if you wanted me to, I don’t think I could. I’m too fucking gone for you, Hester, and I hope you feel the same way.”

I don’t respond because I’m still terrified he'll decide I’m not good enough, but he carries on like he’s not disappointed.

“If you run, I’ll chase.” He pauses. “Maybe you should run.” A devious look enters his eyes, and I must admit the idea is enticing. “I want to say I love you.” Breath eludes me. “But it’s bigger than that. It’s heavier, more dangerous.” His expression takes on a wild edge, as if he’s imagining me leaving him, and he’s murderous at the mere idea. “I’ll kill anyone who even thinks to try to take you from me too; do you understand, Hester?” His prior gentleness is missing now. It’s pure fury as he trails a finger along the side of my face and down my jaw. “Please answer me.” He sounds violent now, and for a second, a sliver of fear slices through my chest.

“Y-y-yes, D-d-d-daddy.” I have no other answer to give, and it’s not because he’s terrifying. Don’t get me wrong, he is, but the fact that he can’t live without me is why I agree.

“Good girl, kitten.” His mouth crashes down on mine, and this time he makes love to my mouth. Kissing me slowly, tangling our tongues, stealing my breath.

He begins to grow inside of me again, pins my hands above my head, and fucks me so hard it physically hurts. There’s no time for me to take a full breath as he bangs me against the door. My shoulders burn, my hips hurt, and still, he doesn’t stop. When he releases my hands, his snake down my body, bruising in their grip, painful against my frail body, and yet, I wouldn’t ask him to stop for the world.

This is Cato claiming me like the dangerous man he is. He’s showing me, himself, and us together, that he’s worthy of me. Little does he know, it’s me who’s never been worthy of him.

Unable to breathe, I pull away from the overwhelming kiss, only for him to grip my face, a manic look in his eyes, and force me back into another. Just as soul-searing as the last. I grow light-headed from the lack of oxygen, and just when I think I’m about to pass out, he lets me go with a demand. “Say it, pretty girl.” It feels more like a threat.

Sobbing from a mix of agony and pleasure, I tell him what I feel. “I-i-I’m y-y-yours, Daddy.” And I am, lord, help me; I’m all his, and I never want that to change.

He releases me from his grip, and I’m taken aback as my feet hit the ground and my body feels empty until he spins me around and pins me to the door. “That took too fucking long for you to answer me, Kitten.” He slams into me from behind, making me scream from the shock before connecting with my ass with his hand, the sting immediate and shooting pleasure straight to my pussy and clit as he takes me aggressively.

“Daddy,” I cry out, unsure what I need.

“You’re perfect, Hester. This pussy, this tight ass that I plan to fuck tonight.” I glance back at him, surprised and hoping he’s kidding. But he’s not. His eyes are transfixed on where we’re connected as he moves in and out of my body, owning me in every sense of the word. “I never thought God would gift me with such a gorgeous creature, but he knew what he was doing when we crossed paths. Nothing would have stopped me from claiming you.” His obsession is becoming unhinged. It should terrify me; instead, it exhilarates me.

He growls at a knock on the door, telling whomever it is to fuck off or face his wrath. Why is that so hot? And why does my body decide to submit to him completely?

Pressing my palms to the door above my head, I relax, giving in to him, while dipping my head down and offering my exposed throat like I’m an omega wolf. And given the savage alpha wolf that Cato is, he springs into action, clamping his mouth over the tendon and sinking his teeth in while continuing his rough handling of my body until he growls and erupts inside me, setting off my own cataclysmic orgasm that buckles my knees.

“Mine, mine, mine,” Cato snarls as we drift down from orgasmic bliss together.

He slides his hands around my body, and I whine when he slips free of my aching hole, then carries me into the bedroom. Setting me in the middle of the bed, he follows me in and stares down at me, still half rabid, as his eyes sweep across my body, noting every new little bruise and still searching for any injuries from today.

“I was rough,” he comments, not sounding remorseful. “Too rough. You’re so fucking tiny but so damn strong.” Delving two fingers between my legs, he massages my clit, quickly working me into a sweet little orgasm that blooms slowly and feels so relaxing I can’t keep my eyes open. “I can’t stop,” he mutters in my ear, kissing his way down my body. “I don’t want to.”

Spreading my legs, he slips between them as I fight between staying awake and passing out. “Rest, kitten; let Daddy fuck you while you're sleeping now.” His lips wrap around a nipple as he hooks my legs over each arm, delving deeper as he switches breasts, lulling me into a much-needed peaceful rest.

CHAPTER 19

Cato

Leaving Hester alone has put me in an even worse mood, but I have a few phone calls to make to get shit settled because I’m good and pissed now. Spending so long with Hester in my arms, crying for her friend, enshrouded in the emotions we bring out in each other, and exhausted beyond belief, served as a reminder that I nearly lost her today.

Payment for that betrayal will be taken out in blood. Many people are about to die, and I don’t think anyone on earth has the ability to stop me.

“Boss.” Zaiden stands at the bottom of the stairs as I descend them. “She good?” I give him a look that says, what a dumb fucking question, and he shakes his head. “Right.”

“Santos brothers in the greenhouse?” I ask. He nods and follows me in that direction. “Where’s Miles?”

“Security office. He assigned Angelo and a couple others to watch the brothers while he tightened shit up around here. He’s also removing gate access to everyone but the three of us and your mother.” Smart man. “I’ll have Cretin on the phone when you come back too. He got his guests settled in about an hour ago. Said he’s good with a trip to Bakersfield if you want.”

“Good, I think that’s the way I might want to go.” Z acknowledges that he figured as much. “Stay here. Hester is your priority from now on.” Facing him, I ensure he understands how serious I am. “If I’m not with her, Z, you are. One hair on her head is harmed, and it’s you who’ll suffer. We clear?”

He chews on the inside of his cheek before responding, “Fine, but I thought love was supposed to calm a man down?” He smirks as I advance on him.