Jonas had needed me to take care of an asshole who had tried to get one of his dancers to do something she really didn’t want or had offered. And even though all I wanted to do was put a hold in the motherfucker’s head to get back to Jade, I’d taken my time teaching him a lesson.
By the time I was done, the fucker wouldn’t be laying his hands on a woman when she said no anymore. Not without thinking about me and knowing I knew every damn detail about his life and just how messy it could get.
Breathe,I reminded myself, trying to ebb the panic that had me in a chokehold. It was after one in the morning, and she wasn’t home. Not in bed, one that was unmade, her sheets tangled as if she got up at some point.
“Think,” I said to the empty room, sitting on the same chair I’d sat in the night before.
If I had gone to my place first, I could have rewound the film and seen where the hell she’d headed. The front door creaked open, and I stilled.Is she back? Was she visiting some asshole?Iheard her in the living room. Her feet shuffled against the plush rug she kept by the door, almost like she was kicking off her shoes. I could picture her there, taking off her coat and hanging it next to the other sweaters that hung on the wall. I heard her in the kitchen. The faucet ran, and I could see her in my mind’s eye getting water. Drinking some before her little feet padded against the hardwood floors and…
The door to her bedroom opened and shut, and just like that, I could breathe once again.
Still in the shadows, I watched her go to the end of her bed, her back to me as she stared at it. Her head rolled from side to side, and my hands itched to move her dark hair out of the way and kiss her neck. Breathe in her scent so long she would be all I could make out for the rest of my days.
“What does the L stand for?” she asked, her voice breaking the silence of her bedroom. My hands gripped my knees.What does the L stand for?I had no idea how she knew, but she did. Fuck me, my sweet girl had figured it out and for some fucking reason still stood in her bedroom, unafraid of me.
Mine.
There was no turning back now.
I’d planned on watching her sleep tonight before knocking on her door in the morning and introducing myself, but this was better. Right.
“Lucas,” I answered, slowly standing up, somehow not making a sound. “Lucas Porter.”
“Lucas.” My name rolled off her tongue, and I had never loved my name more. “That’s a nice name… Daddy.” No, I was wrong. I lovedthatmore.
Her softdaddywould be my demise.
I closed the space between us and didn’t miss the way her breath hitched as she felt my heat cover her back.
“Where were you?”
“What if I told you I was on a hot date?” she asked, too sassy for her own damn good.
“I’d spank your ass and finger your pussy until you begged me to stop and let you come. Neither of which I would do. Not until you promised me, swore to me you wouldn’t ever let another man who wasn’t me take you out again.”
“You sound pretty sure of yourself, Daddy.” I tsked in her ear and watched her skin turn to gooseflesh.
“You’re not going to do that. You don’t want to do that,” I warned.
“Or what?”
“You don’t want to find out when I’m dying to taste you, sweetness. Where were you?”
“Getting the mail,” she answered softly. I knew by her tone she was telling the truth. “I couldn’t sleep. I was…”
“Thinking about me?” I asked, and her head nodded.
“That’s when I figured it out.”
“Figured out what, precious girl? That I’ve been watching you? Stalking you? Obsessed with you?” I pressed my mouth on different points of her neck with every question.
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Such a fucking good girl,” I praised. “Smart. And mine.”
“Lucas.”
“Fuck, love hearing you call me that, baby girl. Bend,” I ordered, slipping a foot between her thighs, and she did as I said. “Wider, Jade,” I grunted, my eyes focused on her plump ass up in the air. She spread, and my hand raked down the length of her spine, taking in the sight of her. “I’ve been keeping my hands off you. Tell me to stop, and I will.”
