CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

DANIEL

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What’s taking them so long?

Christian sent me the photos almost an four hours ago and there hasn’t been a peep from either of them.

I can only think he’s got his dick inside her again. Has my baby bent over somewhere, pussy still dripping as he pounds into her. Maybe they’re on the side of the road, over his bike.

I pull my phone out and it immediately opens to a zoomed photo of Mira’s little pussy. Swollen, pink and shiny with cum. Me and Christian trickle down her opening to collect at the puckered hole of her ass.

I swipe to the next picture. My baby sprawled and used, and waiting for me to have my turn.

The wait is killing me.

Having Mira finally, feeling her perfect heat fist my cock, milk my cum, there’s no going back. I can’t chain this monster again after she lay open and wet across my backseat, cunt smeared with Christian’s semen, looking up at me through her thick lashes and calling me Daddy.

Daddy.

I didn’t even fucking know I liked that. Had no idea it would make my dick swell and lose control. I had not meant to fuck her in the backseat of my truck like some teenager. I only wanted to see, to touch. Maybe finger her and watch her cum.

But she made that impossible.

The low chatter of voices coming up the path has me chucking my phone down on the sofa just as the door opens and Mira walks in.

Clad in Christian’s t-shirt and slippers. Filthy like she’s been forced to the ground and fucked. Hair a wild tangle of twigs and leaves.

But she’s smiling. Her blue eyes are bright and fixed on Christian as he finishes telling her his story.

Then she spots me and her smile turns timid, uncertain ... excited.

“Hi Daddy,” she teases.

“Come here, little doll.”

She starts towards me when Christian grabs her. Stops her. I’m ready to lose my mind and snarl that it’s my turn, when he bunches the hem of her top.

“I want my shirt back,” he says, and fluidly sweeps it up over her head.

My heart skips in my chest as my baby is bared. Stripped to nothing but marked flesh. High, perfect tits. Long legs streaked with dried cum and mud.

“Where’s your clothes, Mira?”

My baby drops her gaze. “I lost them.”

I suck in a breath. My dick throbs. A painful pang so vicious I don’t know how I’m still holding it together.

“You lost your clothes?” My fingers curl at my sides. “You came home on the back of Christian’s bike wearing only a t-shirt?”

“She left a whole mess on the seat she’s going to clean in the morning,” my brother states from the armchair he’s thrown himself down in.

Mira peeks up at me through wisps of hair with such coy innocence, I can feel the tethers keeping my sanity in place snap.

“Get upstairs. Now,” I hiss through my teeth.

She doesn’t argue. Doesn’t ask me why. She starts up. Tight ass swaying. Tits bouncing as she jogs up.

I face my brother once she’s out of sight. Our gazes lock and I see it in his face.

We’re both so fucked.

Whatever chance there ever was of going back, even a sliver of possibility is already ashes scattering into the wind. I was already gone. I’ve known for months that Mira is the hill I’m prepared to die on, but seeing the look on Christian’s face, seeing the dazed, disbelief has me already rearranging the rest of our lives to include three; it may not have hit him yet, not fully, but it’s only a matter of time he realizes there’s no going back.

But that’s a problem for morning. I have Mira to worry about right now.

“I’m going to check on Mira,” I tell him as I start upstairs.

Christian, sitting with his arms hanging loosely along the armrests, filthy top fisted in one hand, nods slowly.

“I’ll start supper, I guess,” he murmurs.

Mira’s in her room, standing next to her bed, still naked. She glances up sheepishly when I walk in and shut the door.

“I didn’t know what you wanted me to—”

I close the distance between us and claim her mouth. I kiss her deep, with every ounce of love I have for her. I pull her close, fold her in my chest when she moans and sways into me.

“I love you,” I tell her. “You make me so fucking happy.”

She smiles with every drop of happiness I feel in my chest. “Going to keep me?”

I know she’s only teasing, but I snort. “You are never leaving me, baby girl.”

I take her small fingers in mine and lead her into the bathroom. I let her sit on the toilet as I start the shower.

“Are you okay?” I ask her, kneeling before her and gingerly plucking a twig from her hair. “Did we hurt you?”

There’s a whole ocean of doubt wedged in my chest as I stare into her gorgeous eyes. We did so much to her in a single day. We took advantage of her over and over again. I don’t know what Christian did to her but I would have kept going. I would have kept her in the backseat, impaled on my cock for hours.

“You didn’t,” she says softly. “I have never been so happy.” She captures my face between her dirty hands. Nails caked with mud. The photo of her in the woods flashes through my mind. The worst timing, but... “I promise.”

Having no choice but to believe her, I relent. I have no reason to doubt her when she’s never lied to me, and she swore just this morning she would tell me if she didn’t like something.

So, I accept her promise. I pull Mira to her feet and help her under the spray.

“Come in with me?” she whispers. “Please?”

I can’t refuse her. I never could. I would cut my own heart out if she asked me.

I tear off my clothes and drop them into the hamper. I follow her in. We stand with her against my chest. My arms tight around her. I kiss the top of her head and it tips back to peer at me.

“Do you regret what we did?” she asks so softly it breaks my heart.

“I haven’t felt this happy in ... years. Do you?”

Her damp fingers brush my chin. Her thumb sweeps over my bottom lip. “It was amazing.” She gives me a tiny smile, cheeks red, but she doesn’t look away. “It was more than I ever even fantasized. The whole day was perfect.”

I’m trying really hard to keep my erection from getting excited. We’re not done talking.

“And Christian?”

Her hard, little nipples brush my chest with her deep inhale. “I’m conflicted.” She lifts her big eyes off my chin to meet mine almost apologetically. “I want him to stay.” She blurts the words like a sinful confession. Her lip is immediately captured between her teeth like she hadn’t meant to let that slip.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” I assure her gently.

“There is!” she argues, blowing out a frustrated sigh. “He won’t stay. He can’t stay, Daniel. Even if he does, I’m so fucked up, he’ll leave and it’ll kill me.”

“Hey!” I capture her chin and tip it up until she has no choice but to hear me clearly. “Watch what you say about yourself. You know I won’t put up with shit talk. There is nothing fucking wrong with you.”

Her small, cold hand settles over mine, but doesn’t pull me away. “The eight therapists I’ve had would disagree.”

Nine, but I don’t say it.

“They’re fucking idiots.”

Mira’s face breaks into a grin that ends with a chuckle. “Regardless, I want this. I want you and him. Unless you want us to stop?”

“I don’t.” I groan loudly with my exhale. “Fuck, baby girl, I’ve been hard all fucking day thinking of all the things he was doing to you.”

Her eyes darken even as they drop to my cock full and erect between us. The head a fat, purple cap already leaking.

“Did you touch him?”

I snort. “I jerked off twice. It did nothing. I’ve been pacing the floors waiting for you to get home, staring at those photos of you, your little pussy stretched and used...” I blow out a frustrated breath. “My cock hasn’t gone down once.”

Her bottom lip puckers as she studies my shaft. “Oh, my poor baby.”

Two small hands fist around the length of my dick. I groan at the contact. Curse when she pumps her wrists. She licks her lips and before I can register, she’s on her knees. My cock bobs inches from her full lips.

“We almost got caught,” she murmurs and pauses to run the flat surface of her tongue over the head. I open my mouth to tell her eyes up, but they flick to mine as if knowing and my heart swells. “He covered my mouth but he was fucking me so hard...”

She sucks on my head while bringing a free hand down to rub her clit. I’m transfixed by her fingers. Her lips. Her tongue. The way she’s drowning me in her eyes and in the story.

I fist her hair. “What then?”

She unfolds each minute of getting pounded by Christian, about the hikers who were feet away while my brother railed my baby’s cunt so hard she came three times. All the while, she sucks my cock and fingers her pussy, never once taking her eyes off mine.

“Keep sucking,” I tell her as I reach over to where she’s lined her bath product.

I lather and wash her hair. I massage her scalp and she moans around my dick. The husky sound vibrates through my shaft and down over my balls and I have to grit my jaw.

I have to make her pause to wash off the rest of her. She never breaks eye contact.

When I’m done, she’s back on her knees and my dick is in her mouth.

Her eyes darken with that twisted humor, that impish grin I know is going to get her punished.

“He came in me. There was so much. Plus, yours. I made such a mess on your brother’s bike with my bare pussy—”

I slam her mouth down on my cock. I choke her. The world is a pounding red haze drumming between my ears.

Mira gags and coughs. Her nails dig into my thighs. But it’s not enough.

I need her pussy.

I slap off the water and drag my baby to her feet. Her face is red, her lips swollen from my assault, but she grins at me with smug amusement like she’s won something.

“I will fuck you in the ass if you don’t stop that,” I warn.

Little doll bats her lashes and gives a little shrug. “It’s yours to fuck. I’m your toy, remember?”

This fucking brat.

God, she’s going to kill me.

But I curb the homicidal urge to fuck her raw right here on the bathroom floor. I have to remember she’s still new to being rough. She’s been fucked and teased a lot for one day.

I don’t want to break my toy that easily.

“Does your pussy hurt?” I catch her chin when she starts to shake her head. “Mira.”

Her lashes lower. “I’m a little sore, but—”

My hold tightens. “Don’t ever lie to me. Do you understand? Not when it comes to your comfort. You might not feel it now, but you will in the morning.” I relax my grip. “This isn’t a race, baby. We will fuck you a lot. There’s two of us. But you need to be honest and upfront about everything. Everything,” I stress, brushing her cheek with my thumb. “Even if you’re only a little sore. It’s a big deal. We can’t take care of you if you lie.”

“I didn’t lie,” she whispers. “It’s only a little.”

I nod and kiss her nose. “Break time. You need a rest. Now, get dressed. Supper.”

She doesn’t argue, but I see the pout as she grabs a towel and swaddles herself.

I watch her shuffle to the door and pry it open. Her frustration amuses me. She thinks I’m being cruel when all I want is to take care of her. She’ll understand one day. Once we’ve trained her enough and fucked her enough, she’ll see there is no short supply of it.

Plus, a part of me needs her to process it all. I need her to come down from the high and the newness to fully understand what’s being done to her.

I join her in the bedroom with my own towel slung over my hips. I sit on the corner of her bed and watch her rummage for clothes. I would like to dress her again, but I let her find a pair of cotton shorts and a light t-shirt. No bra or under top. Her nipples are dark haloes against the white material.

Perfect.

“Come here, little doll,” I murmur and get a cranky side eye. “Now.”

Her lips pinch, but she shuffles over and I take her waist in both hands.

“If you don’t behave, you won’t get your surprise later.”

Her big eyes lift to mine and I can see the interest. “What surprise?”

I shrug. “Won’t be a surprise if I tell you, will it?”

I don’t miss her curiosity, but she continues to frown down at my lap.

“What?”

She huffs. “I don’t understand why I can’t finish sucking you. It’s not fair I get punished twice.”

I stare at her, trying to process her words. “Is that why you’re being a brat? Because I stopped you from sucking my cock?”

Her sweet face morphs into one of agitation. “I was in the middle of it and you just stopped everything. And I’m not being a brat. It’s rude.”

I shouldn’t. She looks so small and angry, like a ruffled kitten. But the laugh escapes me before I can stop it.

“Daniel!” But I can see the tiny grin she’s doing a terrible job hiding.

“Oh, my sweet, fucking toy,” I close my fingers tight around her delicate jaw. “You want to be on your knees for me?”

“Yes,” she gasps around her pained wince.

“Then get on your fucking knees.”

My little doll drops right there, face lit with eager excitement as I rise over her. My thumbs hook into the towel and I drag it off. It’s tossed unceremoniously on the mattress.

She catches the weight of my cock in her hands and it’s immediately brought to her mouth like I’ve been starving her. Her plump lips form a tight ring that hollows her cheeks and she moans deep and hungry.

“Like that?” I twist my fingers into her damp locks. “Like Daddy’s cock in your throat?”

Her eyes open and meet mine. Her answer is a long, seductive drag of her tongue up the underside of my dick. She circles the head.

Maybe it’s the way she’s daring me with her eyes or just the way she’s eating my meat like it’s her last, but I may have lost it. I may have gone a little crazy. I have no memory of grabbing her head between my palms and dragging her over to the side of the bed until she’s sprawled on her ass on the floor. Her legs unspool on either side of me as I pin her against the mattress, give her no space to move, to breathe.

I fucking own her.

She’s my perfect doll.

I fist the edges of the mattress on either side of her head and slam my hips into her pretty mouth.

She’s struggling. The front of her top is soaked with the ropes of saliva dribbling down her chin. Her eyes are watering and streaking down her red cheeks.

But it’s her whines. Her desperate little whimpers as I give her what she wants. It’s her nails cutting into the backs of my thighs, pulling me deeper, the way she never looks away from me.

I cum down her throat. I drown her. She coughs and sputters and I push deeper until she’s massaging my head with every swallow.

Only when the last shudder has passed do I pull back. A thread of cum follows me from her tongue.

I’m panting. Sweat soaks the hairs at my temples. It glints across my chest, but all I see is Mira.

My perfect, beautiful Mira with bruised lips and a face ravaged by tears, snot and cum. She’s a fucking mess. The only thing that would have made the moment even better is if her pussy and ass were leaking puddles of cum beneath her.

“Fucking love you, Mira,” I growl, stooping to peer into her watery eyes. “You’re perfect.”

She smiles up at me and I touch her flushed cheek. Wipe her tears. Lean in and kiss her sticky mouth.

I use my discarded towel to clean her, stop her from changing her wet shirt and pull her into my arms.

“Can I tell you something?” she whispers, voice deliciously hoarse.

I rub her back lightly, lips at her temple. “Anything.”

Her fingers skim my chest, tips tracing my collar bone to the hollow of my throat. “My books never make it sound this good.”

Amused, I tuck a finger beneath her chin and tip her face to mine. “I promise it gets better.”

Her smile melts my heart.

I take her hand and lead her to my room to quickly pull on sweats and a t-shirt before making our way down to the kitchen where Christian is poking a baked potato with a fork. The foil crinkles as he folds it back up and sticks it back into the oven.

Roasted meat drenched in BBQ sauce and spices soak into the air, a delicious aroma that has my mouth watering.

My brother glances up and immediately finds Mira. His gaze moves over her as he dusts his hands.

“Come here, sweetheart.”

I let her go with a gentle nudge before she can look to me for confirmation. It will take time before she’s going to him on her own. It’s only day one and still new, but I want her comfortable enough not to hesitate being with him when I’m in the room.

He drags out a chair and sits, pulling her into his lap. One hand settles on her thigh. The other starts creeping under the hem of her top.

He meets my gaze over Mira’s shoulder and I give a tiny shake of my head, telling him to stop.

Christian knows. He knows the signals, the rules. He knows I wouldn’t stop him unless it was important.

He slides his palm across her belly and drags her closer. His lips brush her ear and whatever he whispers to her has Mira bursting in a fit of giggles that makes me grin.

I move to where Christian has the barbecued pulled pork cooling on a wooden board. I pull two forks from the drawer and start the process of shredding the meat.

“I would love to see Istanbul or the Greek Islands.” Mira sighs. “I’ve never been outside of Canada, but the thought of traveling also scares me a little.”

“Nothing to be scared about. You just need a good tour guide.”

I glance back over my shoulder and my heart wrenches at the sight of them, of her with her head on his shoulder, face tipped back and getting stroked lightly by his curled knuckles. Her lips are bowed in a sweet smile as he tells her about his travels.

“I’m going to Cosenza in two months.” Chris’s gaze flicks from her mouth to her eyes. “It’s an eight hour plane ride to Crete.”

Mira’s grin broadens. “You’ll bring me back a t-shirt?”

His thumb sweeps the curve of her bottom lip. “Get your own shirt.”

Her smile slips a notch. “What...?”

“Come with me,” he says quietly. “I can extend my trip a couple of weeks. We can island hop.”

Mira darts upright in his lap, eyes wide with excitement. “Are you serious?”

A damp tendril is twisted around his index finger and lifted to his nose. “Traveling isn’t nearly as fun when you’re alone. I do a little sightseeing, but it’s usually, mainly for work.” The corner of his mouth quirks mischievously. “I want to show you all my favorite places.”

“I can’t ... oh my God!” Her head snaps in my direction, face a lit beacon of unadulterated delight. “Will you come?”

Already, I feel exhausted by the idea.

Traveling isn’t my cup of tea. Sure, the odd vacation. Roasting on a beach for a couple of hours, but jetlag? Airports? Strange foods? Foreign languages and strange beds?

“Absolutely not,” I state very clearly. “You can go with Christian. You two have fun. Bring me back a t-shirt.”

Mira pouts. “But ... the Greek Islands...”

I laugh at her adorable sulk. “Will have you two enjoying them. Besides, it’ll be good for you to have something you enjoy doing together. I get to follow you around a bookstore for nine hours, holding your books.”

Her pout wrinkles up into a scowl. “I grab a basket.”

“Which you fill.”

“And you refuse to let me grab another one so ... where else do I put the rest?” She blinks at me like she doesn’t understand how her logic isn’t processing for me. “Anyway,” with a bratty tilt of her chin, she faces Christian. “I would love to go.”

Christian grins. “I guess this means I get to take you bathing suit shopping.”

Mira bursts out laughing.

She opens her mouth but her response is swallowed by the crashing bang of the front door flying open and the shattering of glass.