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  In short, I had an empire.

  The girl who had nothing was now at the top of the mountain.

  But my career isn’t the highlight of my life. Not the free swag, the sponsorships, or the glam parties. Instead, it’s my daughter.

  “Mommy!” Kayla gurgled from her play mat. Mommy and Dee were the only things she knew how to say at the moment. The rest we had to figure out.

  And yes, Thorn is Kayla’s father.

  I’m not the whore Pat claimed. I didn’t spread my legs for a million guys. I was too busy building a life to even think of screwing around with anyone.

  But when the pregnancy test came back positive, the air left my lungs.

  Dina broke the silence.

  “What are you going to do, Minnie?” she asked softly, eyes kind. “What’s next?”

  The truth was, I had no idea. At that point, I had only a small following and a few advertisers. The big bucks were hardly rolling in.

  But I took a deep breath and smiled.

  “What I always do,” I said in a cheery voice. “Survive!”

  And survive we did. I gave birth to my daughter alone in the hospital, hating her mewls at first. But the moment Kayla was placed in my arms, my heart melted.

  Because the baby’s just like her dad. Black hair and sparkling blue eyes, a dimple in each cheek.

  And now, she’s the light of my life.

  Sprawling on the mat next to my precious child, I made funny faces. She giggled.

  “Yes, sweetheart,” I cooed, picking her up. “Yes, Mommy loves you.”

  The baby gurgled and beamed, waving her arms in the air. In the beginning, it was hard to decipher what Kayla wanted. Being a young unwed mother wasn’t easy, and I knew next to nothing about children.

  Sure, there were times when she’d get really fussy and I couldn’t figure it out. Kayla didn’t want to be fed, nor did she need a diaper change. It was enough to drive a sane person nuts.

  But eventually, I nailed it.

  It took a lot of patience and deep breaths, not to mention tears. But eventually, I learned to be a mommy, and at the moment, my precious baby just wanted to be held.

  Looking down at the chubby angel, my heart swelled with unfathomable love. Because Kayla looks so much like Thorn, it’s eerie. She had the same thick black hair and sparkling blue eyes, the same smile even.

  She was a reminder of the man I’d never forget.

  Because Thorn is my one and only. He still is. I’ve never forgotten him, the good, the bad, and the ginormous fireball that blew up in the end.

  How can I forget him? The alpha was my first. My one true lover. The man who owned me, body and soul.

  But that was in the past.

  There was no place for memories, so I kissed Kayla’s forehead.

  “You’re going to have to stay with Dina this afternoon, okay sweetheart? Mommy has to work.”

  I had a meeting with a potential buyer who was interested in purchasing my cosmetics line. That’s right, I have my own branded products, the best of the best. Eye shadow or blush? We have five hundred colors, shimmer, glow, everything you might need. My specialty is bronzer though. A patented product delivers a healthy, sun-kissed sheen to even the palest skin, without the harmful effects of UV. What could be better?

  And evidently, some make-up mogul wanted to buy my stuff. Go figure. It was probably an eighty year-old man who knew nothing about cosmetics. He’d have to pay me well. Eight figures at least, that was my going price.

  “Stay here for a while, honey. Mommy needs to change okay?” I told the baby, kissing her cheek. Kayla is the best thing that ever happened to me.

  And with quick feet, I took myself to the bathroom, staring at my reflection. Make-up was scattered everywhere, and I took care in its application. After all, I’m a beauty mogul, and it’s important to look the part. It would be ridiculous to show up bare-faced and natural, not when I was trying to hawk products.

  The cosmetics worked wonders, but there was nothing to be done about my figure. Sighing, I slipped on a modest dress, struggling a bit at the bust. I’ve always been voluptuous, but pregnancy did a number on me. My boobs got bigger, ass going out to there.

  I sighed.

  Well, it’s not like there were any men to comment.

  Besides, Thorn had loved my figure. He made me feel desired and wanted, even if I was a curvy girl.

  I dropped Kayla off with Dina, and then headed to our meeting place, a giant office building in Midtown Manhattan. Man, these sky scrapers are gargantuan, reaching up to the heavens. But it was fine. I was a successful businesswoman out to peddle my wares, and taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders.

  “You can do this, Minnie,” was my own reassuring chant.

  The elevator whisked me up into the sky, high-speed and silent. Of course. We were going to the penthouse, where the CEO of Gravity Holdings had his office. After all, they were defying gravity with their stock price, and it was only fitting to sit on the top floor.

  As the door whisked open, a young woman greeted me.

  “Miss Evans?” she said in a dulcet voice. “Thank you for coming. He is expecting you.”

  He?

  Just a pronoun?

  Our CEO was so mighty that no name was needed?

  But the woman had already turned, leading me to a giant set of shiny white double doors.

  “In here please,” she gestured after knocking. “He’s expecting you.”

  Again, that “he.”

  It was weird. Why didn’t they use names around here?

  But a deep voice interrupted my thoughts, sending shivers down my spine.

  “Miss Evans.”

  I froze.

  It was partly the form of address. I wanted to drop my last name because of what happened with Pat. But what would I use instead? I had no idea who my real father was. I could make something up, but that seemed like a desperate solution. So Evans it was.

  But it wasn’t just the name that made me freeze.

  I knew that deep voice. I’d listened to it pant and growl, growing louder as we hurtled together towards ecstasy.

  And sure enough, he was here. The alpha. The billionaire CEO looking to buy my company was Grayson Thorn himself.

  I gasped.

  “Master?”

  The word escaped my lips before I could stop it. He wasn’t my master, not anymore. But it’d been a reflex, one that just happened.

  “Welcome,” the alpha said smoothly. “I wasn’t sure we’d ever see each other again.”

  I nodded dumbly.

  “You own Gravity Holdings? What about the school? What about Forest Hills?

  The words came tumbling out in a rush. I probably sounded like a dumb teen, but it didn’t matter. We were past that point.

  “Side investment,” the billionaire answered with a shrug. Thorn motioned for me to take a seat, like a king on his throne, and I was brought back to the first day in his office. And just like before, those blue eyes gleamed.

  “I’ve been watching you, Minerva.”

  I tried to school my expression into neutrality. If Thorn owned Gravity Holdings, then he was filthy rich. The company was a Fortune 500 behemoth with an international presence, its CEO one of the best paid in the world.

  Why hadn’t I done more research?

  Why hadn’t I figured out my potential buyer was Thorn?

  And here he was now, no longer my headmaster but an opponent to be skillfully handled. My mind spun with so many questions, but nothing came out. I was a fish out of water, gaping and clueless.

  Of course, Thorn was completely in charge. The alpha looked at me coolly.

  “So how have you been?”

  I shrugged, trying to make like this was totally normal.

  “Good. It’s been hard but I managed. Thanks for asking.”

  He smiled, flashing even white teeth. God, I missed that smile, how it lit up my soul from inside out.

  “I’m amazed by what you�
�ve done, Minnie. Truly,” he rumbled appreciatively.

  “Thanks,” was my stammered reply. “But my company isn’t nearly as big as yours.”

  But why was I playing down my achievements? I was a successful businesswoman, someone with millions of fans. This would never do. So taking a deep breath, I steadied myself, intent on coming off as polished and professional.

  “Thorn,” I began.

  But to my horror, my breasts grew heavy and the blouse inside my blazer began to dampen. Shit, shit, shit! Why now, of all times? I was leaking milk like a dairy cow. So much for the polished and professional act.

  I glanced at Thorn, smile confident even as inside I cringed.

  “Excuse me for a moment. I need to go to the restroom,” were my crisp words. “Can you direct me?”

  He nodded and gestured to a door off to the side. Oh good, the CEO had an en suite. Quickly, I strode inside, bag clutched under my arm. The door closed and in a flash, my blouse and bra were off. But fumbling in my work tote revealed nothing. Oh shit! I’d forgotten my pump. Why, why, why?

  Staring in the mirror, my tits were huge, full and heavy with milk. White dribbles were already leaking down the undersides, hot and liquid.

  It was a waste to have it go down the drain but I didn’t have much of a choice. So I began milking my breasts in the sink. Oh god, it felt good. Rhythmically, my hands stroked my teats as white jets burst against the spotless porcelain.

  “Thorn,” I murmured under my breath, eyes half-lidded. “Yes Master.”

  Because the billionaire has that effect on me. There’s been no man but him. And even now, stroking my breasts in his bathroom, I still dreamed of him.

  “Thorn,” came my mindless murmur again.

  Suddenly, the door burst open with a thwack, a giant male form looming in the entrance. I stared at the Master in horror, my hands poised mid-squeeze.

  Finally, words came.

  “What’s going on?” he rasped, blue eyes taking in everything. “What is this?”

  I didn’t know how to respond, blushing furiously.

  “My breasts were leaking milk but I forgot my pump. I had to do this, I’m sorry.”

  It didn’t help that I was cupping my boobies at the moment, one big tit in each palm. They were soft and swollen, creamy and full, still leaking milk. Thorn couldn’t look away, his blue eyes ravaging my curves.

  But the man is quick on his feet. Because without missing a beat, he asked, “Why are you leaking milk, Minnie? Is this what I think it is?”

  I couldn’t answer for a moment.

  “Yes, it is,” was my soft reply, eyes meeting his boldly. “I have a daughter.”

  Another pregnant pause as the billionaire’s blue eyes seared my soul. And then his voice came, low and dangerous.

  “Who’s the father? Tell me,” he rasped.

  Silence.

  My tits continued to drip, liquid sliding down the undersides of my breasts. I flushed, nips going hard and pointed.

  But this wasn’t the time to lie. No way, no how. And Thorn wasn’t taking silence for an answer either. He reached forwards, seizing one of my arms.

  “Is she mine?”

  I knew my eyes would betray me, so there was no sense in trying to wiggle my way out. Slowly, I nodded.

  “Yes, Thorn,” was my gentle murmur. “She’s yours, and she’s beautiful. Her name is Kayla.”

  Shock raged over his face before contorting into anger.

  “You had my child without telling me?”

  “Master, let me explain, please,” was my soft protest.

  “What the fuck, Minnie?” he raged. “I knew you wanted to be alone. I knew you were shaken by your dad’s attack. But you were pregnant with my child, and didn’t tell me? How old is she now?” he growled, eyes wild.

  “Thorn, please,” I said soothingly. “Kayla is sixteen months, and she’s gorgeous. Everything is gonna be okay.”

  But he wouldn’t listen, prowling around like an angry tiger, and I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t calm him down, so I resorted to mom tactics. It’s crazy, but it often helps Kayla.

  Lightly jiggling my breasts, I looked into those deep blue eyes.

  “Have a drink?” was my coo. “A little milk will make it better.”

  And shit, but it worked like magic. The billionaire was on his knees before me in a flash, his mouth latched to one nipple. Oh god! It felt so good. This was nothing like feeding a baby, and jolts ran straight from my nipples to my cunt, the big man moaning as he drank my breast milk.

  “Fuck,” he rasped between long pulls before switching to the other breast. “You taste so good, Minnie.”

  I moaned, throwing my head back, my hands combing through that thick black hair.

  “Yes, Thorn,” was my breathless cry. “Yes, take me Master.”

  And the alpha was on it in an instant. His big hands skimmed my hips before caressing my thighs, reaching up under my skirt until it was right over my hot core. Mmm.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he rasped against my breast. “So fucking juicy like always.”

  But I couldn’t answer. Gray’s hands were stroking my folds now, the nectar seeping into his palm. He tweaked my clit before settling into a deep rub against that aroused nub.

  Yes.

  It had been so long.

  I’d missed him so much.

  But Thorn wasn’t done yet. He wasn’t going to let me burst right here on his hand. So popping off a nipple, the man ripped off my skirt, panties gone in a flash. And breathing hard, he just looked at first.

  “Fuck baby girl,” he breathed against my sopping pussy. “You’re so beautiful. I’ve missed you so much.”

  “I’ve missed you too, Master,” was my helpless cry, the warm breath of his exhale coasting over my sensitive flesh. “Please, Master.”

  And then his tongue attacked my pussy.

  “Oh!” I screamed, arching my back while massaging my breasts. It still felt so damn good. I haven’t been with a man in the two years since Forest Hills, and this was like a fantasy come to life ten times over.

  But Thorn is an alpha, and he moves fast. Catching my pussy juice on his tongue, he leaned up to kiss me roughly on the lips, making sure I tasted my own cum. Mmm, sweet and juicy. Our tongues battled for dominance, the big man grazing my teeth as our lips molded and danced in sync.

  But it had been too long and the Dom couldn’t wait. He was too hungry, too ravenous from being apart for two years. And so in a flash, I was pressed up against the sink, facing him. Thorn pulled out his dick and I almost cried. The length was hard and veiny, even bigger than before if that was possible.

  “Yes,” I murmured, looking into those blue eyes. “Yes, give it to me.”

  And the Master didn’t hesitate. With a swift plunge, I was dicked deep on that hard cock, lifted into the air because he was so big.

  “Unnnh!” I cried out, eyes squeezed shut. “Oh god, yes!”

  Because this was right. I was harboring huge man meat in my cunt once more, the feel and curvature of Thorn’s dick familiar and yet so strange at once. My pussy pulsed around him, squeezing his pole tight, delighting in the hard shaft.

  “Yes,” I moaned again, stuck tight on the big man. “Yes, yes.”

  But never underestimate the Master. Because Thorn’s eyes blazed.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he ground out, taking in my luscious curves. “And now that you’re breastfeeding, it’s even better. Because sweetheart, I want to dick you while drinking your milk. I want rivulets of hot white to drip into your cunt as you take my fat cock. That sound good to you?”

  And what could I do but nod breathlessly?

  “Yes Master. Do what you like. Use my body to give you pleasure.”

  Thorn’s blue eyes flared again, his dick stuck deep as those big hands grasped my boobies, stroking the sides slowly at first.

  “Fuck, they’re full,” he rasped, eyes full of wonder. “I want it.”

  And wi
th that, he began milking me while pummeling my cunt. Hot liquid spurted out, drenching his chest even as it ran down my torso, coursing over my tummy to leak against where we were joined.

  Oh god, oh god! This was so wrong, and yet it felt incredibly good. Who knew that breast milk was an aphrodisiac, adding fuel to an already blazing fire?

  “Unnnh,” I moaned, tits dribbling as he fucked me down below. The sounds were obscene, deep sucks as that cock slid in and out of my cunt. “Unnh,” was my helpless cry.

  But Thorn couldn’t get enough. Because contorting himself, the alpha bent his head until his mouth latched on one leaking nipple.

  “Mmm!” I cried out, throwing my head back, delicate profile tilted upwards. “Yes, yes, Daddy, yes!”

  And that’s when we both came. The man sucking from my teat, milking my breasts as his cock pummeled my sweetly pulsing pussy. And with a scream, a shout, and a deep tremor, we both gave it up.

  “Unnnnh!” I cried out, cunt clamping and spasming madly on his fat fuckstick. “Unnnh!”

  Thorn was no better. He pulled one last drag from my tit as that pole jerked once inside before exploding into a hot shower of cum, spraying my clenching puss.

  “FUCK!” he roared. “Awww shit!”

  Because this is how it was meant to be. Sure, we made a lot of mistakes. Thorn and I met as student and headmaster, a taboo relationship. But there’s a way out of everything, and we were going to find it, come hell or high water. We’d been through enough, the last two years torture.

  So as the shudders calmed, our bodies drenched in a mixture of cum and breast milk, Thorn pulled out slowly. The snake exiting my snatch felt so good and I moaned once more, shivering deliciously.

  “Yes,” was my whisper. “That was amazing.”

  The big man tipped my chin up with a gentle finger.

  “No, you’re amazing sweetheart. It’s you, one hundred percent.”

  Tears filled my eyes and I dropped my head.

  “I’m sorry Master Thorn,” was my choked reply, lush curves still nude and dripping. “I shouldn’t have left you on the roadway like that.”

  The man’s eyes sparked a bit as he stroked the side of my breast, idling rubbing some milk into my skin. But his voice was serious and deep.

  “You needed time, Minnie,” was all he said. “After your dad’s assault, you needed time alone. I’m sorry I didn’t come find you sooner. I should have made my move immediately instead of waiting until now.”