I bolt.
Back in my room, I take a quick shower to wash off the day.
Everything is a mess. The dagger is missing, and Jessica’s brother is licking his wounds somewhere. He’ll retaliate. That’s for certain. He won’t just let this go.
On top of everything else, I still have to find that dagger before my father takes matters into his own hands and hurts the people I love. Because he will. He always controls Cash and me through others.
The only way out is retaliation. But for that to be possible, I need leverage. Something to use against him. Otherwise, I’ll always dance to his tune. But what?
I squeeze shampoo into my palm, set the bottle back on the shelf, and scrub my hair clean.
Everyone has secrets, including my father, and I need to uncover his. If I can dig up dirt on the old man, I can finally take the narrative back into my own hands. There has to be something.
I mull it over while rinsing my hair. The water is almost too hot. Just the way I like it.
When I step out of the shower and knot a towel around my waist, my skin is flushed, water droplets trailing down my chest.
I scrub my hair dry with a spare towel and leave the en-suite. It’s time to get dressed and go hunt for my little thief. She can’t hide from me forever.
I need to get my priorities straight. First things first: fuck the stubbornness out of her and make her fall in love with me. I can worry about the damn dagger later.
But what if she has it?
No. She didn’t get away with anything that night. I know because I saw the contents of her bag spill onto the floor. It wasn’t her. It couldn’t have been.
When I find that fucker, I’m going to skin him alive.
I toss the damp towel into the laundry hamper and cross to the dresser, spraying cologne across my chest. What can I say? I need to smell good for my girl.
I’m setting the bottle down when cold metal digs into my spine.
“Did you miss me, babe?” comes a feminine voice behind me that I’ve come to know intimately over the past few weeks.
Hell yeah, she’s here.
A satisfied smile curls on my lips, but I bite it back. It’s quickly dawning on me that there’s no drug quite like her. Just like that, I’m high on life.
“Sounds like you missed me, princess,” I answer, trying to look at her behind me, but she digs the metal into my spine, and I face forward because that’s what she wants. “I’m impressed,” I continue, clearing my throat. “How did you get past the guards?”
The metal slowly glides lower. “Your first mistake was to underestimate me, Ravencourt. You think you’re safe here in your little castle?” With a quick flick of her wrist, the towel falls from my hips, and cool air licks at my ass.
Damn, I want to look at her, to see the lust on her face. It goes without saying that I’m hard as fuck. She has that effect on me. I’m gone for her in a way I didn’t think was possible.
“I have news for you,” she says, making me tense and leak precum as she trails the gun over the globes of my ass. It dips between my cheeks, and my heart kicks harder.
“Yeah? What’s that?” My words are clipped. I’m all for playing these power games with her, but we both know who’s in charge, and it’s not her. If she lowers that gun any further, I’ll bend her over and fuck her until she can’t walk tomorrow.
“I’m not one of those privileged daddy’s girls you’re used to.”
My cock jerks against my abs when she taps my ringed muscle. The threat is enough to make me grunt and grit my teeth. Damn this brat of a girl. She really thinks she’s in charge. She’s in for a rude awakening.
“Try anything, little thief, and we’ll see who comes out on top, and it won’t be you, baby.”
“No?” She sounds amused as she glides the gun along my ass crack. It’s humiliating to be dominated by her like this. I can’t decide whether I like it or not. But then I think about how satisfying it’ll be to overpower her and sink my cock into one of her holes while her eyes roll to the back of her head and she moans my name.
“How exactly did you break in?” I’m curious despite myself. My father has the best security in Bleakmoor, yet this girl breaks in like it’s nothing. I don’t know whether I should be impressed or offended.
“I seduced James at the front gate.”
