“You didn’t want to run from your daddy, did you, Morgan?”
“No,” she choked out, forgetting her resolve to stay quiet.
“No. You love him, don’t you?” He slowed down, making his thrusts thorough, luxurious. Mindblowing. “You love these bad things he does to you. And he loves doing them.”
“H-harder,” she whimpered, scrambling to the precipice of her climax. “Faster.”
“If you want harder and faster, I need to hear what you said to me back in the kitchen.” He moaned and laid a loud slap on her buttocks. “You know what I want to hear. Again.”
Yes. I want to say them. Morgan’s fingers curled into the dirt, her flesh giving a hot clench. The words were right on the tip of her tongue when two police officers burst through the brush, guns drawn. Their eyes widened at the sight that greeted them. Morgan gasped and went still, but Rixen didn’t stop his deep drives into her weeping body. His right hand slid from her hip to her breast, cupping and squeezing it, his mouth nipping at her earlobe. And God help her, she groaned and pushed her ass higher on his stomach, wanting more.
“Say it, Morgan,” he rasped, increasing the pace of his pumps. “Let these men know you’ve been a willing victim for Daddy. Let them know you’ve been letting me fuck your tight little cunt any which way I choose.”
Oh my God. Could she do this?
There was something decidedly wrong about these two police officers watching Rixen take her in the mud. Wasn’t there? Their eyes bulged out of their heads, but they couldn’t seem to bring themselves to look away. No, they just continued to stare, wiping sweat from their brow and upper lip. Why didn’t her body seem to care they had an audience? The pressure inside her raced to capacity and her thighs started to shake. And most of all—most of all—she wanted that hot flood of Rixen’s seed inside her. Wanted it to fill every corner of her body and drip down her thighs. There was no way to stop herself from vocalizing that wish.
“Breed me, Daddy,” she moaned, her breasts bouncing with thrusts designed to break, to punish, to own, but she withstood them, knowing they signaled Rixen’s undoing. An undoing she craved more than anything else in this world. “Fill me up, Daddy. I’m sorry I ran away. I’ll be a good girl from now on.”
“See that you are,” he shouted, slapping her backside again. “I’m going to get this pussy either way, though, aren’t I? You love giving up this pretty pink fuck hole. All for Rixen.”
“Yes!” she screamed, her need finding its outlet. “Just Rixen.”
The heat powered through her, rendering her mute for long seconds as her body endured the insane tumult of pleasure. Her fingers turned into claws, sinking into the dirt, while Rixen bellowed his release behind her, thrusting into her spasming flesh. Jesus, she couldn’t seem to stop shaking, her cries turning hoarse. The fruit of Rixen’s loins slicked down the insides of her legs and still he pumped like a demon, grinding himself as deeply as possible. Making his mark. No doubt impregnating her, if he hadn’t done so already.
Moments passed as the last of Rixen’s need left his body. When Morgan would have fallen face first into the dirt, Rixen drew her back, seating her on his bent legs. He tugged her discarded T-shirt down over her head, holding her there. “Turn your backs now or you will meet the same fate as the cougar,” he called to the police.
Miraculously, after some awkward eye contact, they did as they were told.
“My gift,” he murmured in Morgan’s ear, kissing her there. “I have not done right by you today. I have not behaved like a man worthy of such an angel.”
She turned to meet his eyes over her shoulder, her heart flipping over at the anguish there. “Rixen…”
“Letting you go would be my living nightmare, Morgan. I expected to love you. But I didn’t expect to be in love with you to the point of pain.” He gave an audible swallow. “When you ran from me, I realized what I’ve done. I’ve asked you to choose between me and your life, the same way your parents asked to you to choose between them. I’ve hurt you in my selfishness.”
“What are you saying?”
He looked away for several beats, turmoil raging in his eyes. “I won’t ask you to choose. I won’t force you to be unhappy. I can’t. Not when I love you so much.”
The breath froze in her lungs. “You’re letting me go?”
His huge chest shuddered up and down. “I’m giving you freedom and praying you’ll stay,” he rasped, pushing the hair out of her face. “With every ounce of blood in my body, I need my angel to be happy. My Morgan.”