But before he could take another step, she cried out mid-orgasm, voice wrecked and broken, “Please, don’t share me with Jax. I don’t want anyone else. I love how you’re the only one who f***s me. Please, daddy. I can’t stand you f*****g my sisters and my mom behind my back. I can’t.”
The words hit him like a fist to the chest.
A pang of hurt sliced through him so sharp he actually stepped back instead of forward.
In his heart of hearts, the young boy who only wanted love when his mom died, wanted to tell her he hadn’t touched anyone else since the first night he took her.
But that was exactly the problem, wasn't it?
Denial faded, giving way to realization.
She turned him into a f*****g love sick puppy.
Bitch.
Who was she to dictate who he f****d or how he lived? Or who he let
