“Daddy…”
“Come for me,” I grunt, slamming into her tight heat until stars burst behind my eyes. She spasms around me, quivering and messy, while my own release tears through me. I off load a river of hot of cum inside her. “Fuck yeah…” More spills out, jets filling her up as I rut against her, marking this little body until there’s no denying who owns it.
When the last pulse fades, I sag against her catching my breath then pull out and adjust my clothes, tuck strands of her hair behind her ear. She melts into me, face glowing rose-pink, pupils blown wide.
My girl. My sweet, perfect Elodie.
And that teacher? Let him choke on his jealousy.
Patrykov makes a strangled noise from across the room.
I lift my head. Meet his eyes over her shoulder.
Hold them.
She is mine. This is what mine looks like. This is what you never get to touch.
He looks away first.
He will always look away first.
"Daddy." Her hands cup my face. "Take me home."
I press a slow, soft kiss to her mouth.
Then I set her on her feet, without another glance at the man bleeding on his own dance floor, I walk her out.
Back to our life. On our terms.
CHAPTER 10
Elodie
I'm in the kitchen doorway in his old gray sweatshirt watching him crack eggs one-handed without looking at the bowl. A coffee mug is waiting at the end of the island like he heard me wake up.
"Sleep okay?" He turns around, so handsome in his bare chest, a pair of gray sweats.
He’s incredible. The hint of gray at his temples. I don’t even see my father’s face anymore. Just…daddy.
"You know how I slept." I smirk, each step a reminder of how violent this man can fuck and how much I loved it.
Especially when he tied my hand to the hook he installed above the headboard and introduced me to another kind of bar.
A spreader bar. Not for wrists.
"I meant the second time."
"Fine." I wrap both hands around the mug. "I slept fine the second time."
"We need to call your parents today. I’m going to tell them."
I set the mug down.
"Both of them?" I try.
"Yes."
"At the same—"
