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No joke, Salome changed her mind sixteen times when trying to decided if she wanted to meet her birth mom.  It wasn't that she was scared but there was a real thought and fear that she would just lose it in the middle of the conversation and she didn't want to lose it.  Her father would get upset at Amanda and it wasn't this woman's fault that

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Richard has gotten through his third vodka tonic by the time his food is gone. After some struggle, he makes the decision to switch to water. It may not be awkward for Salome, but it's awkward for him; mostly, because he has nothing to say. Now and then, he pats Salome's thigh beneath the table, brushes his shoe up against hers. He finds himself overcome by the need to touch her, to squeeze her, to remind her and himself that she is his, and that this woman across the table means nothing

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Richard growls into her mouth, his eyes dark black while her words pour into his. He tilts his head away, teeth bared as he says, "You'd better never let me find out about anybody else between those legs, Salome. Never, ever." His fingers tangle in her hair, tightening through the locks and tugging her scalp. "You are mine, little girl. And if I ever hear about another man laying his hands on you he'll wind up in pieces

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"Oh but daddy, don't you want me to grow up one day and find a nice young man to settle down with?" Oh she likes that. She likes his teeth out and his temper going and his jealousy all out to see like he is putting on a coat. Yes, she isn't the only one, he is as bad as she is, so desperate for possession and ownership. She wanted to destroy him when he brought that woman over, wanted to destroy that woman, and now look who wants to rip the world apart. Even as wet springs to her eyes at the sharp tug of his fingers in her hair she grins wickedly, wanting to egg him on, she is a vicious little fox and she'll tear at that jealousy cut until he open and bleeding

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Jesus Christ, somebody's really asking for it. Fury burns through him as if replacing all the blood in his body, the very suggestion obscene. Blasphemy. He nearly trembles with the rage, and his hand wraps around her throat, squeezing tight around her windpipe

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His reaction in some way is stunning to her. The thought never entered her head that they would stop what they are doing, no matter what. No matter if she took on a lover, or if he took on a dozen lovers, or finally found some man that he could stomach long enough to give his blessing. Even if that were to happen she couldn't stop. No, she could never, ever stop this game that they are playing

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Some men make grand gestures and sentimental declarations to show they care. Richard is not some men. Richard commits murder and slings threats that are only sometimes hyperbolic, and lays claim to what's his like Alexander the Great tearing through Persia.

"That's right, baby. That's exactly right, you'd damn well better not." She shouldn't take another man to bed at all, ever, the idea makes him so angry it nearly makes him go blind. "You'd better not let him think that he's responsible for getting you wet, if you ever dare to do such a fucking thing." His grip on her thighs tighten with bruising pressure

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He is going to shake her brains loose. Not that they were ever firmly attached in there to begin with but now he is going to shake them out of her ears and leave her a puddle of nothing on the hotel bed. He makes her ache. He makes her ache in so many ways, through her bones, down into her soul he makes her ache and long and want for something she can never, ever have from him. He makes her ache physically. Her cunt can barely take the way he slams into her, and her hips are going to be sore tomorrow that's for damn sure. She can't ask him to stop, she can't ask him to slow down

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Oh, it's a terrible idea, he's going to have to turn Delilah down for at least a week while his wounds heal, but it's all completely worth it. The trail of fire left by her nails and her teeth like little nails, all of it is glorious. He practically snarls, head jerking with the way she tears at his hair; his hands firmly latch upon her hips and he rolls, lying upon his back and keeping his grip upon her hips to bounce her in his lap

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He makes her feel like a rag doll. He makes her feel like a princess. Like the most desirable woman on the face of the planet. He has done something to her that has turned her into a brand new person. She was aware of sex and how it was done before she lured him into bed, but she had no idea how fucking good it could be until he came along and showed her, and showed her, over and over, and now, now there is no stopping. She craves it like oxygen, and wants it only from him. She talks about the future, of having someone else, but she can't even imagine it. Where could she go from here

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As far as he's concerned, she is, or at the very least, she's one of them. And not just because of her relation to him, but her proclivities, and her looks, and her wicked little mind. But it certainly doesn't hurt that she's his daughter, and thus, he's predisposed to desperately, passionately adore her and find her adorable. That sort of thing bleeds into desire quite nicely, come a situation like this

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Finally! That fucking shirt was getting in the way of things and she wanted to so desperately rip it off of him and fling it away but then he started to ram her like he was trying to break a door down and she lost focus. He tends to do that to her. Now, on top of him, looking down at the spread of dark hair, the flash of his teeth and the dark of his eyes, well, she is back on focus. Her head bows and she bites and sucks at his chest, yes, leave all those little marks for someone to find later on. Let someone get the hint that he isn't theirs, but hers. Her father. Her lover. No one, no matter how long they stick around, will ever be able to have what they have. No lover now or later could ever come between them. They have something different, special, and the more they fuck, the more she comes to realize this and the more confident she gets in their relationship

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He'd be so pleased to know he was managing to instill her with such confidence. It's only the truth, after all, that nothing could come between them; he'd go to the ends of the earth just to reassure her of that fact. It's not a frou-frou little romance, what they have, that's better saved for others. His adoration is strictly paternal in a manner tainted with violent lust and obsessive possession

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The space between her sitting up and him laying down is just massive. It's like the grand canyon, or one of those canyons on Mars that is so huge it's the size of the United States. That's where that is, isn't it? Mars sounds about right. It is a massive distance, light years is what it is and it takes gravity and time to finally pull her down to his chest after all the energy has seeped from her. A gasp and she sinks down against him, on to solid ground, her body still trembling and twitching and her mind still swimming and reeling from the orgasm he gave her

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As she lies down upon his chest, Richard's arms fold tight around her slim body, so warm against his that he sighs in delight. He buries his face in her neck to moan again, the pleasure simply having her in his arms. The after is as erotic as the before and the during, when he lies with the reality of what he's done

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Rolling over on to her side she stretches out with a pout. Impossible indeed. That is simply no fair. He seems to be so fantastic at everything else he should be able to get it up in no time. Grinning finally she rolls on to her back and wraps an arm around him when he kisses her. Is there anything in the world that he won't give her? Well, yeah, some things, but he apparently makes up for it when he can

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In no time, generally, but even the most virile man needs ten minutes to get it together again. Ah, the impatience of youth. Someday, she'll learn. Someday she'll get with a man who isn't her father, and isn't a teenage boy, and she'll see how lucky she is to have a daddy who gets so hard, so fast