Chapter 53
Asher
I pulled the cover over her bare shoulder.
“How was your first arse fucking, Princess?” I whispered.
One eye opened and then the other.
“Like you need validation,” she mumbled.
I reached over and switched the lamp off before she could see my smug grin. She’d come so hard she’d tried to cut off my circulation.
“You owe me ten pounds,” I murmured, pulling her closer.
“I didn’t accept the bet. Gambling is for degenerates,” she said before she yawned.
I tightened my grip around her, listening to her breath and feeling her warmth against me. It wasn’t long until her breathing evened out and her body relaxed. It took me a while before I drifted off.
There was only one solution to the final problem.
I had everything to lose this time.
It was time to be ruthless.
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Since Mrs Davis had been given new instructions, she couldn’t keep the wide smile off her face. I also wondered why Sayla was permitted to call her Lydia while I remained Mr Kersey.
“There you go, my dear,” she said as she set Sayla’s plate before her.
The pancake had banana slices for eyes and blueberries forming the largest smile ever seen on a pancake.
More berries on the side.
Kefir yoghurt.
Soft boiled egg.
One buttered slice of wholegrain toast.
Beetroot and apple juice.
A pot of tea.
The vitamins and supplements were already on the dining table.
“It’s kind of sad that I have to use my own arms to eat,” she said, lifting her knife and fork.
I put my cutlery down and took hers.
“You should eat your egg soldiers first,” I said, slicing a piece of pancake with fruit before folding it over.
“They’re not going anywhere.”
“Are you being rude again, Princess?” I murmured, raising the bite to those luscious plump lips.
They spread a little thin around my cock. Probably because of how thoroughly I’d stretched her jaw.
“It depends on whether my answer gets me a mega orgasm or not,” she said, swallowing her food before opening her mouth again like a baby bird—demanding and always hungry.
My eyes lingered on her damp lips.
“Let’s put it this way—your mid-morning snack won’t only be apple and grapes.”
“Bad Daddy,” she said, no admonishment in her voice whatsoever, as her hand moved over my trousers until she reached my cock.
She was a sassy princess this morning.
One that would be on her knees later.
Her fingers slid lower, cupping my balls before she began to massage them.
I fed her a little faster and considered how long food took to reach the digestive tract.
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I opted for a long walk around the garden to help with her digestion. She always went to her pond first. Inspected the fish, moved a few rocks around and stood back like a designer before moving them back again.
The pleasure she took from something so simple. Which was precisely why I’d bought her some frogs. Drew had deployed them earlier that morning but I couldn’t spot them anywhere.
I knew she’d found them when she gasped.
“It was true—build it and they shall come,” she exclaimed, tugging on my arm so violently I felt it in my joint. “Look. Look. Frogs.”
She pointed beneath the water feature.
Two frogs tucked away from the morning sun—or possibly from my overexcited Princess. She dropped my arm and ran around the pond before slowing to a crouch as she reached them.
My daughter-in-law and future wife.
There was something perverse in knowing she carried Gabriel’s brother or sister while their vows still stood. While she was still legally his wife.
She had chosen me over everything and everyone.
A man double her age.
Her teal dress grazed the ground.
I knew she was entirely naked beneath it.
I was the luckiest father-in-law in all of England.