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Brenna is fast asleep.

I can’t stop staring at her. At her kiss-swollen lips, the flutter of her long, thick lashes over her cheeks, and the halo of her hair framing her gorgeous face.

She’s pure magic, inside and out, and she’s cast a spell on me. She’s so fucking innocent, despite the fact that she’s just gifted me her virginity. Mine was the first dick inside her, and I acted like an animal, taking her from behind on the couch.

I should’ve carried her to my bed before the last shreds of my willpower abandoned me. I should’ve used a fucking condom. But I lost my mind when I sank inside her for the first time. When her virgin cunt grasped my cock like a silken sheath.

I rise from the bed and head to the bathroom to wash my cum and her blood from my dick. I can’t stop staring at it—the evidence that she belongs to me. She chose me. A man old enough to be her father. Her da’s best fucking friend.

I run a washcloth under the warm water and take it into the bedroom. Brenna is sprawled on her back now, her arms above her head, one rosy-tipped breast peeking out from beneath the duvet.

A surge of possessiveness crashes over me.

Please… Daddy.

Fuck, there was no going back when she said that.

My cock is already getting hard at the memory.

I sit on the edge of the bed and gently lower the duvet, placing the warm washcloth on her swollen pussy. She doesn’t even stir as I clean her up, completely lost in sleep.

I return to the bathroom and rinse the washcloth before sliding into bed beside her.

“Roman,” she mumbles, snuggling into me.

She sighs, a contented sound that warms me down to my toes. I pull her closer, dropping a kiss on her forehead.

Brenna has obliterated all my rules and muddied my logic. I should stop. Put an end to this before things escalate out of control.

Too late, eejit.

Far too fucking late.

ChapterEight

Brenna

I stretchand flop my limbs as I wake, noticing the bed is empty. Not my bed. Roman’s.

The bed I slept in last night.

After having sex with Roman.

So it was real. And today is Christmas Day. What a wonderful present.

I get up, sliding on one of Roman’s T-shirts, which hits me mid-thigh. My muscles protest like the day after an intense workout, and a blush warms my cheeks. I know I’ll never get enough of Roman. I want more. But what does he want?

In the light of day, things are a little awkward. I don’t know how he’s going to react this morning. I don’t regret a thing, but he slept with his best friend's daughter last night. Something he’s been fighting for a while if his words and behavior were any indication.

He could hate me and himself for giving into temptation.

I quickly pad to my room, inhaling the aroma of bacon and coffee wafting from the kitchen.

Yum.

My stomach grumbles.