He’d never watched a woman sleep before. Well, not so closely, anyway. There had been plenty of late-night stakeouts where he’d watched women and men snooze away in their beds while he waited for something interesting to happen.
But this, lying in bed next to a woman while she breathed deeply beside him, her hair fanned out on the pillow beneath her head and her body tangled in his covers, this was new.
And fascinating.
Lifting a finger to her cheek, he traced the gentle slope of her jaw, reveling in the softness of her skin beneath his hand.
Fucking hell, she was beautiful. And all his.
Not just for tonight. As far as Lochlan was concerned, she was his for keeps. Convincing her might take a minute, but he had no doubt he could get her there. Judging by the quality of the clothing he’d stripped from her, she enjoyed nice things. He could afford plenty of nice things, even once the family went completely legit. Killian had seen to that, working with people who knew a thing or two about investing to insure they would barely even feel the pinch when they cleared the last of the family’s illegal businesses from their deck.
Which meant he’d be able to provide for her, at least materially. Emotionally, he probably wasn’t the safest bet, but they could figure that out. Probably. Killian was good at all that romantic crap, and he’d be happy to help.
Once he got done laughing his ass off at the idea of Lochlan O’Rourke falling in love.
So what would Killian tell him to do in this scenario?
Food. She’d probably be hungry whenever she finally woke, so he’d just have to make sure to have plenty of food available.
Grabbing his phone from the bedside stand, he pulled up the menu for room service. And immediately ran into his first roadblock.
What foods did she like? Did she have any allergies? Sensitivities? He could wait for her to wake up so he could ask, but that would mean an even longer delay before she’d be able to eat anything at all.
One of everything, then. It was way too much food for the two of them, but at least she’d have options.
He slipped from the bed, careful not to wake her as he moved to the bathroom to place their order. The woman who answered the phone asked him no less than a dozen times if he was sure about his order, but her confusion amused him more than it annoyed.
Maybe falling in love was making him soft. Another thing for Killian to laugh over when he found out.
With that handled, he made his way back to the bed, where his mystery woman had shifted in her sleep, the sheet riding up to reveal the creamy expanse of her thigh. His cock twitched at the sight, letting him know he was more than ready for round two.
Tugging at the sheet, he slowly revealed the rest of her lush body, all those soft curves he couldn’t wait to explore again. Her ass still bore the faint outline of his handprints, and he didn’t even bother trying to resist the urge to trace them.
Would she let him do it again? She’d seemed to enjoy it when he’d hurt her before, especially when he’d whipped her thighs and pussy with his belt. The thought of waking her with more pain appealed to those dark, twisted parts of him, the parts Killian employed on a regular basis when he needed someone down in the trenches doing his dirty work. But he’d never indulged those needs with a woman before, too afraid he’d slip and do some kind of irreparable damage.
With her, though… maybe he could be himself. Let the beast off the chain, so to speak.
A question for later. Now, he was more interested in waking her with pleasure than pain. There would be plenty of time to test her limits, see how much pain she could take before breaking.
He was planning to keep her forever, after all. And forever was a very, very long time to experiment.
Chapter Six
Daisy
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She’d never had a sex dream before.
But here she was, dreaming about a man’s rough hands on her. Stroking every inch of her skin as she whimpered and whined beneath him. Dreaming of his low, wicked laughter in her ear as he skimmed his teeth over the lobe, sending a delightful little shiver down her spine. A shiver she swore she could actually feel, even in the dream.
And then his fingers were inside her, slow and easy, but no less demanding for it, and again she could almost feel the ache between her thighs as he stroked her swollen clit.
“Time to wake up, babygirl. Daddy has something for you.”
Daddy. In her dream, she smiled, because she enjoyed calling him Daddy. There was something about it that felt so deliciously wrong, especially since he was literally old enough to be her father.
And because her revenge had gone so much better than she ever could have planned.
