“Who owns this little pussy?”

  I can’t form words, my body throbbing with need. His finger inside rubs back and forth against my spot, and my arousal flows freely.

  “Who, little girl?”

  “You do,” I moan, the tugging in my belly so sharp I can’t stand it. Every inch of my skin lights on fire, and I’ve never wanted him more.

  “Who am I? Say it, Briony. Tell me who loves you.”

  “Daddy,” I whisper.

  Vincent growls at that forbidden title, and he leans into my ear. “Good girl. You can shower and change after you cum on my cock.”

  Daddy carries me to the bed and sets me down. I scamper back on my elbows as he climbs on and throws his shirt off. He tugs out his belt and holds it in one hand as his other pulls out his massive cock. My pussy clenches.

  Then he’s above me, his body caging me down, and Daddy pulls my hands through the slats in the headboard, tying my wrists with his belt. Bound and helpless, I open my legs, tossing my head from side to side.

  Daddy holds my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. His mouth smashes against mine, and our tongues tangle as he rubs over my sides, hungry and possessive, his hands clawing in their haste.

  “You’re mine,” he growls.

  I press my lips together, my body humming to be claimed by him again. Two words, so natural, roll off my tongue before I can stop myself. “Yes, Daddy.”

  My face burns.

  Vincent strokes my hair. “I’ll be your Daddy, little girl. I’ll be whatever you want me to be. You own me too,” he says through gritted teeth.

  Daddy thrusts into my pussy. We always eased together when we made love before. Now he stamps me with his cock, plunging to the base in one forceful thrust. We’re fucking, raw and untamed, and my body fits to him. My knees jerk up as I arch, the sharp gasps leaving my mouth swallowed by Daddy’s mouth.

  His powerful hips swing again and again, pumping his cock deeper into my pussy each time. Heat drowns me in a wave, and nothing exists except for us. He reaches down, and I feel his fingers skimming over my clit, sending jolts up my spine. My vision blurs and goes black then flashes white. I cry out in pleasure, clenching around his cock.

  Then he pulls out, and the emptiness is more agonizing than how hard he entered me. Daddy unloops the belt before he climbs down to seal his mouth on my clit, suckling and lashing. My body surges, and he stops just short of orgasm.

  Rolling me over, he ties my hands behind me. Two slaps ripple my buttocks making me squeal. I feel Daddy’s cock sliding between my thighs before he thrusts back in, his thickness pumping in my channel. I lose all control, spread out on my stomach under his weight, and I take what he gives me as I clutch at the sheets.

  “My one and only little girl,” Vincent growls.

  “Oh God.” I feel his tongue on the back of my neck, tracing to the tip of my ear. “You’re a bad man, Daddy.”

  “You made me badder, Princess, teasing me with your juicy little pussy. Daddy’s gonna breed you, my dirty girl.”

  Reaching under to clutch my breasts, he slams deeper as his hips slap on my ass, and I feel my walls rippling around his shaft. The itching throb in my belly builds and builds. Every thrust rakes over my front wall, and my orgasm explodes, making me cry out in pleasure. My toes curl into the sheets.

  I feel his cock head against the roof of my pussy as Daddy roars, coming inside me, flooding my channel with thick, scalding cum that seeps out around his stalk.

  “O-Oh please. It’s too much,” I moan and reach back, tearing at his hair, “it feels so good.”

  “Yes,” he growls. “Such a good girl coming on Daddy’s cock.”

  I can’t explain why I call him Daddy, why it turns me on so much to be called his little girl. I can’t explain the thrill of his touch, the release of giving myself to the man I love and letting every desire run free.

  It’s a long while before Vincent pulls out again. He rolls me on my back, still wedged between my thighs, and he kisses my throat. Then he pushes his still-hard cock back into my sopping hole and holds himself inside. My legs wrap around his back as pleasure threads up my belly in hot tendrils.

  “I thought I lost you,” he says.

  “You did lose me. You found me again.”

  Vincent touches his forehead against mine. “I’ll never let you go, Briony. Never.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Vincent

  I told her she made me bad, but the truth is she brings out the best in me. A man I didn't know I could become. And she wakes the savage in me too, her soft body with its ripe curves. The silky heat of her cunt makes my cock throb. She's my princess, and I'll build her a castle.

  We can’t stay here. We can’t hide. Garnet Baxter will not stop hunting, and the only way to defeat a wolf is to fight back. He taught me that. Briony will never be safe so long as he’s alive. A plan takes shape in my head. I’m ready to put my life on the line, and I do it without fear. Living would have no point without Briony.

  “Baby, listen to me. We’re not gonna run anymore. We’ll face your uncle.”

  “Good,” she whispers. “Good.”

  I kiss her chin then pull her out of bed. “Eat something first.”

  While my girl eats, I open Amelia’s laptop and make a recording of my own about the truth of how Garnet forged Amelia’s will to ensnare Briony. I list all his crimes, including the murder of Janice. The video is insurance. Over the years, I’ve made a few contacts at the Justice Department while working legitimate cases. If the worst happens, Briony still has a chance if she brings the laptop to the right people.

  She realizes what I’m doing and slams the lid shut. “No. You’re not going to die.”

  “It’s in case.”

  “Stop it.”

  “Look, if something happens to me, I want you to take my car and drive back to D.C. I know some good people you can show this to—”

  She turns away, mad again. “I don’t have a license.”

  “Can you drive? Baby, look at me.”

  “Yeah, I can drive. Mom taught me once. But you’re not making a will. Fuck that,” she says.

  “Don’t swear.”

  “Screw you, Vincent. You’re not sending me away.”

  I take her hand and kiss it. “Okay, okay.”

  “Tell me your plan,” she says. “No more secrets.”

  And I do. Briony protests as she listens, and her protests become outright refusal when I describe the trap.

  “No,” she says, folding her arms. “I won’t let you do it.”

  We’re both still naked. My cock goes rock hard when I see her breasts being pushed out. It’s not the best time to get hard, and I try to ignore it. “Briony, listen to me. There’s no other way.”

  She glances at my erection and blushes. Her little eye roll makes me throb even more. “Do you want some help with that?” she says.

  “Don’t change the subject.” I straddle her on my lap, pushing my cock over her slick pussy. She whimpers and puts her hand on my shoulders. “It’s the only way to beat Garnet,” I say.

  “You’re crazy.”

  I grab her ass cheeks while I rub my cock against the hard little knot of her clit. “It’s the only way, Briony.”

  She lets out a tiny moan that goes straight to my balls. While her body shudders with orgasm, I cum all over her pussy. Our mingled sex makes a hot mess over my lap, but I don’t give a shit. I could drown in her scent, the way she feels pressed against me.

  “Trust me, baby.”

  “Okay,” she whispers. “But I want a gun.”

  “Too dangerous.”

  Briony’s face stiffens. “I’m not a scared girl anymore, Vincent. You know what my uncle is like. I want to be able to defend myself.”

  I stare at her for a long time. With a heavy heart, I nod.

  We take a shower together and make love one more time under the hot spray. Afterward, I show her how to use the other weapon from Junior’s store. If my plan goes wrong, Briony should flee. And if anyone gives her trouble, the gun is a last resort. It’s nearly eleven by the time everything is ready. As Briony looks out the window, I call Garnet Baxter.

  “What do you have in mind, Vincent?” His voice is calm and smooth.

  “A life for a life,” I say. “Mine for hers. You get to kill me. She walks away with her mother’s money. You don’t bother her again.”

  There’s a long pause. “What makes you think I would honor such an agreement?”

  “Because,” I say, “you may be a bastard, but you always honor your agreements. That’s your code.”

  “True.”

  “I want your word on this.”

  Another pause. “Done.”

  I give him the address of our motel and hang up.

  “Is he coming?” Briony asks, her face somber.

  “Yes.” I check my gun and tuck it into my belt.

  The rain has dwindled to a fine drizzle that hangs over the forest. It’s a few hours from dawn with no moon out. I’m standing alone in the parking lot. Briony is safe in my car hidden at the other end of the motel. I wanted her gone before Garnet arrived, but she wouldn’t leave me. When all’s said and done, my Briony is a tough girl.

  In the distance, headlights bounce up the gravel road. Garnet’s white sedan pulls into the lot. I pat down my jacket and brace myself.

  Garnet steps into the night. The back doors open. Kayla and Teague emerge and follow him, carrying assault rifles. They spread out to the right and left and cover my every move.

  “It didn’t have to end this way," Garnet says. He holds a silver pistol at his side.

  “Get it over with.”

  “I loved you like a son, Vincent.”

  “I could never be your son.” Teague and Kayla shift their feet. I glance at them, and I can tell they wish it were them to finish me off. My eyes snap back to Garnet. “I’m not here to chat.”

  He raises his gun. “You betrayed me.”

  “Had no choice.”

  “All this for love. You’re more like me than you know.”

  Garnet levels his sights at my chest, then higher to my forehead. My heart goes cold. I gambled that he would shoot me in the torso, and I’m about to lose. Garnet’s finger tightens on the trigger.

  “Wait!” Briony’s voice.

  Fuck.

  I look over my shoulder to see the door to our room open. Briony walks out. Goddamn it.

  She inches closer and speaks to her uncle. “You’re not the only person Vincent betrayed. He betrayed me too. He thought the life of his doctor friend was more important than mine. He traded me like I’m a thing.”

  I narrow my eyes, and Garnet hesitates. Briony stops five feet away and brings up the gun I gave her. She aims for my chest.

  Our eyes connect for an instant. “Baby what are you doing?”

  “Ending this, Vincent. I’m sorry.”

  The muzzle flashes, the gun jerks, and the impact knocks me sideways over the asphalt. She shot me in the chest. If I weren’t wearing the bulletproof vest from Junior under my shirt, I’d be fucking dead. I lie still face down on the wet asphalt trying to play dead.

  This wasn’t the plan. The plan was to take a bullet from Garnet, and when he lets his guard down, take him out. But Briony saw him about to blow my head off, and she intervened. I told her to stay in my car no matter what. She didn’t listen.

  She’s too fucking brave.

  My angel.

  And soon to be dead or worse if I don’t keep my shit together.

  The pain is excruciating. Briony had fired at close range, and I don’t think the vest stopped the bullet completely. I can already feel the bruising starting to swell. It takes every ounce of my will to stay still, to breathe without making a sound. Fire claws under my ribs.

  Garnet’s footsteps close in. “Put down the gun,” he tells her.

  Briony drops it.

  I yank out mine and roll around and squeeze the trigger at point blank range. Garnet falls, his face stunned. I get to one knee and line up my sights on Kayla.

  She fires off a burst that kicks up fragments around my feet.

  My shot finds her neck. Then I turn my gunsights on Teague. The man who tortured Olivia Campbell aims at Briony, but I shoot the rifle out of his hands.

  Teague swears at me, pulling out a knife, and he hurtles forward. He calls me a coward.

  I set my gun on the ground and crash into him. Teague has weight to his advantage, but I'm faster, my muscles harder and conditioned, fueled by fury. I show no mercy and bash him to the ground. My knee goes to his throat as I pummel his face until bone crunches and my fists start to splatter. Oily redness seeps out under Teague’s head.

  Standing, I wipe off my face and hands. Briony is standing beside Garnet’s prone form. I walk back and grab my gun and point it at his head.

  In the last moment of his life, Garnet Baxter shows no fear. Maybe he’s right. In some ways, I am like him.

  “I would’ve honored the agreement,” he says.

  “Yeah, but I can’t take the chance.”

  “Everything for the girl?”

  “Everything,” I say, my hand shaking. “You made your choices, Mr. Baxter. They would’ve caught up with you sooner or later. Someone would’ve ended you.”

  Garnet meets my eyes. “I’m glad it’s you.”

  I pull the trigger and turn my back, letting the gun slip from my fingers. Briony wraps her arms around me, and I hold her close.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Briony

  I’m waiting outside the FBI field office in downtown D.C. with Diane Frankel. It’s been a week since Vincent freed me from the past. That’s what he did when he took down my uncle. I haven’t seen Vincent since the police arrested him at that motel, despite how much I begged. Vincent was protecting me. Even Dr. Campbell gave a statement. Diane Frankel too. But Vincent was taken in for questioning. He’d gone on a rampage, and one of the men he killed was a billionaire with friends in all the high places. My uncle has influence even from the grave.

  I stayed at a hospital overnight, and FBI agents stopped by to question me. I told them what they needed to know. The next day, they dropped me off at Mom’s house. Another day later, they visited again with a furry friend. Agents found Mia hidden in the attic of Garnet’s mansion.

  Diane Frankel came by a few days later. She apologized again for not standing up to Garnet, but I forgave her. Diane didn’t have a choice. She told me Vincent would be out soon.

  Garnet Baxter’s corrupt empire is no more. The FBI found evidence of everything from murder to tax fraud when they searched his mansion. They found Janice’s body buried under his garden. Other bodies too. His downfall is all over the news, a major scandal implicating many of his friends in those high places.

  Everything would be fine, Diane told me. For the first time in my life, I let myself believe it. But I get nightmares, and I’ve been having trouble sleeping. Dr. Campbell said there’s no medicine for what I’m going through.

  I check my watch again. The sidewalk in front of the FBI building is crowded with people, but I feel lonely. Like that day at Union Station before Vincent. Like my whole life before him.

  “You’ll get an ulcer worrying like that,” Diane says. “Vincent’s fine, you’ll see.”

  It annoys me how light-hearted she sounds. Her red hair is done up in a stylish bun, and she’s sipping iced coffee through a straw.

  “What if they press charges against him later?” I ask.

  Diane snorts. “They won’t. Not unless they want a PR shitstorm. Your boyfriend’s a hero now, sweetheart. Only thing he needs to worry about is which talk show to go on. Book deals, that sort of thing. The public loves him.”

  I roll my eyes and blush.

  “Oops,” Diane says, “did I say boyfriend?”

  “Don’t even start.”

  She smirks. Then she looks past me. “That’s Vincent.”

  A figure walks out of the FBI building. I squint. He’s tall and still wearing that gray suit. Vincent looks up at the blue sky as if he’s not used to seeing daylight. Then he spots me and runs forward. We slam into a messy hug, our mouths pressing together.

  “You’re okay,” I breathe.

  “Yes,” he groans.

  I peel myself off and look him over. Vincent's jaw is bruised from the fight with Teague, and there are bandages on his wrist. I run my hands through his hair. “You’re still hurt.”

  “I’ll get over it. You’re the one who shot me, cracked two of my ribs.”

  “Well, you did say you’d take a bullet for me. Better it came from me.”

  Vincent grins and kisses me harder, and to my embarrassment, I feel his erection pressing hard.

  “Are you really okay?” I ask. My hopes are soaring, but I’m afraid they’ll be dashed again. I can’t lose him.

  “I am, Briony. I made a deal with the FBI. The government has many trials coming up, and I’ll be the star witness at every one of them. Garnet’s cronies are going down too. In exchange, I get immunity from what I’ve done.”

  “You did nothing wrong.”

  Vincent smiles sadly. “You don’t know what I was like before I met you.”

  “That’s in the past,” I say. “Promise me.”

  “I promise. That life is over.”

  Even though we’re standing in the street, I reach under his pants to squeeze his cock. “I’ll hold you to it, Daddy,” I whisper.

  “Whoa, hey!” Diane’s voice kills the mood. “Get a room, all right? Get a room, please.”

  “We’re going to right now,” Vincent growls.

  Diane drives us back to Mom’s house in the suburbs. Vincent and I sit in the backseat so we can be together. He shares one more bit of news. My uncle had a will of his own, and in it, he leaves his entire estate to one person. That was the big reason for the FBI’s suspicion of Vincent, because the one person is him.

  “Garnet really saw me as a son,” Vincent says quietly.

  I glance at him.

 

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