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I nod, unable to speak

He carries e part of hiers in the hair at the nape of his neck and wrap, grabbing each other, the car groaning as it rocks behind us

“You’ve ruinedasked questions on live television and all I can hear is the wet, slapping sound your pussya perfect, resonating sting that travels the entire length of ize to Daddy”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I wheeze

When he drops ainst the vehicle, I’m disoriented, aroused—and then he buckles ears yet again,wildly He dotes on me one second, manhandles me another, and I love it I love the unpredictability of hirowing up The power and beauty and honesty of it The lack of pretense or prettiness that defines the rest of his world I want to go for his wild ride Never come down

A moment later, Tristan climbs into the driver’s side and peels out of the rear lane behindHe takes the dark streets expertly, his restless energy reaching out and grabbing e of the leather seat, forcingso I don’t hyperventilate

I’ to die without him inside me

I’ to die

“Is it always like this between a e to ask

His laughter cracks like lightning “No, baby It’s not”

Thatup and down overnor’sme there”

“I live there during the week But I have a private home, as well Not too far fro”

I nod, relieved to hear we’re not far, and five ate and fly down a cobblestone driveway, braking in front of a place so gorgeous, it could be a painting A tall, ivy-draped, white brick e, there’s a certain rustic charm to it Lanterns flicker on either side of the entrance, the shutters on the s are attached with black wrought iron, trees sway in the night breeze on all sides