Claiming Caroline (Claimed 3)

"He loves you," Jared says, relaxing again. He squeezes my butt cheeks in his hands, kneading them. I think he's obsessed with my ass. His hands are on it at every available opportunity. "It's impossible to know you and not love you, princess."

"You're biased," I snort.

"Of course I am," he admits, releasing my ass to brush my tangled hair back from my face. His mossy eyes meet mine. "I'm also right. Loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done."

"Jared," I whisper, my heart melting.

"It's true, princess. I knew before you ever left the Ball that I was in love with you. I also knew I would endure anything so long as you were mine at the end of it. You belong to me."

"You belong to me too."

"Without question." He smiles at me, that little divot appearing again. "Your heart is pure, sweet baby. Everything you do, you do for others. To protect the things and people you care about, you dive right in with your whole heart. That's how I know Kennedy will forgive you. How could she not when she knows your heart as well as I do?"

"Daddy," I whisper, tears prickling once more. I seam my lips to his, kissing him hard and deep. My hands rove over his body, touching him everywhere I can reach. When I growl in frustration, he lifts his hips to pull the towel away from his body.

Within seconds, he's inside me. I wrap myself so tightly around him, I'm not sure where I end and he begins. He makes love to me slowly, whispering the sweetest things in my ear. And then he adds the dirty things, telling me how crazy my little princess cunt makes him. How tight it is. How daddy can't wait to claim my other hole too.

I leave claw marks down his arms when I come. He leaves new love bites on my shoulders when he follows me over the edge. And then he holds me close as the sweat dries on our skin. We touch and kiss, refusing to separate until my phone chimes with another incoming message.

I'm pretty sure half the campus has texted me at this point.

"I should go," I mumble, but make no move to do so.

He sighs.

"Come with me," I blurt.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

No, but I want him with me anyway. At least until Kennedy gets home. Being away from him is painful. As soon as we're apart, I miss him. He's a piece of me, some vital organ that I didn't realize I needed until I had him.

"I wish…"

"What?" he says.

"That I never had to let you go."

"You don't. I'm yours, sweet baby. Until the day I die."

"I know that. I mean…I like sleeping with you."

He cocks a brow at me. "Did you think we'd be sleeping apart?"

"I just thought…" I trail off, not sure what I thought.

"Yeah, that shit won't be happening," he says, his voice firm. "Whether we're in our bed here or our bed in the apartment, we'll be sleeping together from now on. If you want to wait until you graduate to officially marry me and move in, I'll be patient. I'll try to be patient. But we aren't sleeping apart."

"Yes, daddy," I whisper, my heart overflowing.

He eyes me for a minute, all bossy King, and then his expression softens, and he shakes his head. "You're mine to take care of, sweet baby," he says, kissing me on the forehead. "I'll give you all the time in the world to spend with your sister, but I'm not sleeping anywhere you aren't."

"What if I don't want to wait until I graduate?"

He blinks at me and his cock jerks inside me, hardening again. "You want to marry me now, princess?"

I nod without hesitation. As much as I want Kennedy to forgive me, I want to be his wife even more, I think. I want everyone to know that he's mine. I want him to know that I'll proudly stand at his side, loving him like he deserves. He deserves to know I believe in him and the kind, caring man I know he is. People may say he's a beast, but I know the truth. He's my handsome prince and my autocratic king…my daddy. Loving him is the easiest thing I've ever done too.

Of course I want to marry him.

"I want it more than anything," I whisper, meeting his gaze so he can see the truth in mine.

He swallows hard, emotion shining like beacons from his eyes before they flutter closed. He inhales a deep breath and then exhales it. And then his hands tighten on me, and he unravels me with his body all over again.