“Daddy!” she screamed when I grabbed her wrist. “Please… it hurts.”
My fists clenched at the thought of another man taking her away from me. I released my girl, but only to cup her chin between my fingers. My voice strained with jealously, “Did he do something to you?”
“No,” she shook her head, but I wasn’t having it. “It was my fault.” I scooped her into my arms, and carried her up the stairs into my bedroom.
“Daddy!?” she squealed when I placed her on the bed. I knew I had to do something soon, if I wanted to make sure that she was mine.
Even as my stepdaughter. “Mh… such a good girl.”
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