She stills and then pulls back to look up at me, her eyes sleepy and unfocused. “Like for the night, or…?”
“You know I don’t mean for the night, angel. I don’t want you to live down the fucking street. You should be in my bed every night, where I can watch over you and make sure you’re eating enough and sleeping enough and being a good girl.”
CHAPTER 47
Ace
Warningbells go off in my head when I look up at Kian, who stares down at me sternly. I knew the second I left my house that I’d be in trouble with him. He told me to stay home, and I did the exact opposite. While he was out digging up a second grave.
Kian isn’t upset with me about anything other than that. He didn’t even try to stop me when I told him I was going to shoot my mother. The man stood behind me while I shot the monster who emotionally tortured me for years. As I watched the life drain from her cold, evil eyes, it was like the air in the room cleared, and for the first time, I felt so fucking relieved.
Murdering my own mother is probably not the therapy most would recommend, but it healed something within me, and I’m good with that. I’m lucky because not everyone has supportive men around them to clean up the bodies like I do. Maybe being a Ricci isn’t so bad, after all.
Though I think I’d like being a Savage more.
“Okay,” I say as the wheels touch down on the runway. “I’ll move in with you.”
His dark eyes study me. “Good girl. And before we go to bed tonight, we’ll have a little discussion about you disobeying me.”
I bite my bottom lip and nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
Kian droveus home with security leading and following. According to him, I should expect that for the foreseeable future until they find the assassin who tried to kill me. I think he’s being overprotective, but I suspect now might not be the time to argue that point. I have a feeling I’m already in enough trouble.
Instead of stopping at my house, he drives directly to his.
Ours.
I’m moving in with him, after all.
Have I totally lost my mind?
Is Luciano going to lose his?
What if he hates how messy I am? Or how much glitter I leave everywhere? Or what if I’m too much of a pain in the ass for him, and he decides he doesn’t want to be with me, but Kian is too sweet to tell me, so he lives miserably forever?
A loud smack followed by a sharp sting on my butt makes me yelp as we walk into the main bedroom. I spin around and look up at his intense stare.
“You’re overthinking everything right now. The only thing you need to be thinking about right now is what I tell you to do. Can you do that for me?” Kian asks.
I would do just about anything for this man, so I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
He offers his hand, and I practically melt into a pile of goo. His thick fingers wrap around my smaller ones and, like a needle to a thought bubble, every last worry disappears from my head.
As the sky darkens, he takes me into the bathroom and pulls me into the shower with him, his hands all over my body as soon as we step in.
“I’m supposed to be getting ready to punish you. I shouldn’t be considering fucking you right now,” he mutters, thumb swiping over one of my sensitive nipples.
Spinning me around, Kian points toward the dark-tiled wall. “Bend over and put your hands there. And don’t move.”
My skin prickles as a shiver works down my spine while I obey, letting my head fall forward, so my hair is blocking his view. I don’t want him to see how much it affects me that he’s putting me in this position, my entire ass and pussy on display.
When his fingers touch my asshole, I yelp and try to straighten, but he’s faster and presses a hand to the center of my back.
“I said don’t move, angel,” he growls as he pushes a finger into my tight hole, drawing a moan out of my lungs. “You stay just like that and let me play before I shove my big dick in your ass.”
My clit aches at the thought of him fucking me there. I want it, but I’m scared, even though I know he’ll make it good for me. Even if he is supposed to be punishing me.
Using one thick finger, then two, he pumps in and out, using the water and his saliva as temporary lube. A second later, I hear him pop a cap, and cold liquid drizzles between my crack, making my heart race.
