“Good enough. But you know what I really want to hear. Do you understand that while you are under my roof, you belong to me and only me? That I am the only person allowed to touch you, to pleasure you, and that I will destroy anyone who tries to take you from me?”
The fingers buried inside her curled again, flooding her with that same impossible pleasure. “Say it, Aria.” His voice softened, turned almost pleading, though the command was still there. “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you’ll let me keep you safe.”
She was strong, but she wasn’t strong enough to withstand the most dangerous man she knew begging her to let him protect her. Not after what she’d just learned about his family. “Okay.”
“Say the words, princess. The ones you know I want to hear.”
Swallowing hard, she nodded, slowly, just once. “Yes… Yes, Daddy. I’m yours.”
Another of those low growls rumbled in his throat and then he was on her, devouring her with all the hunger of a man who’d been starving and was now presented with his favorite meal.
“Fuck! Killian! Please… I can’t… Please.”
He didn’t slow, didn’t so much as pause when she wrapped her legs around him, anchoring him to her as she screamed out his name. As the pressure inside her shattered, sending thousands of little shards of glass racing through her veins, slicing her open from the inside.
Even when she collapsed against the bed, drained and breathless, he didn’t stop.
“Daddy, please. I can’t. Not again.”
Lifting his head, his eyes met hers in the dark, and she knew then she would give him everything. “You can, princess. Because you’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you? At least here, in my bed, you’re my good fucking girl and you’re going to give me everything.”
Helpless against the truth of it, she surrendered to him, to his touch as he drove her ruthlessly up toward that shimmering peak again.
And again.
And again.
Until pain and pleasure lost all meaning and she could no longer tell one from the other. Until she was empty, drained of every thought, every emotion, everything that wasn’t him.
When that point finally came, he pulled her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead, and the tenderness of it would have brought tears to her eyes if she hadn’t already wept from the overwhelming pleasure he’d just forced on her.
“Sleep, princess.”
And so she did. Because she was, despite herself, his good girl.
Aria
* * *
The days blended together, an endless stream of books and movies and such utter boredom there were moments she thought she might die of it. Her mother called, twice, and she lied through her teeth both times, assuring her that she was still enjoying her job with Mr. Williams and that yes, she still wanted to stay in South Carolina.
She still hadn’t told her about the baby. Or about Killian.
And she sure as hell hadn’t told her that she was being held captive in a mob boss’s house while he forced unbearable amounts of pleasure on her.
After that night in his bed, Killian sought her out every spare second of his day, seemingly with the intention of making her come as often and as spectacularly as possible. With his hands, his tongue, and enough toys to fill his own store, he took her to the brink of sanity and beyond more times than she could count. Though not with his cock, which she could begrudgingly admit she admired, even if part of her was wishing he’d ignore that particular rule and just fuck her already. Because between the hormones and the books she couldn’t seem to stop reading, she was on edge pretty much every second of the day.
But even with the endless orgasms, the cabin fever was clawing at her. And, as she’d discovered during her most recent doom scroll, the local author she’d become lowkey obsessed with was hosting a signing at a bookstore nearby.
She just had to convince the warden to give her a day pass.
Standing outside his office door, she dragged in a deep breath and reminded herself that he wasn’t a complete monster and if she just asked nicely, he would probably let her go.
Probably.
Ugh.
Annoyed with herself for acting like a child about to beg Daddy for a trip to the toy store, she squared her shoulders and turned the knob. “Killian, I need to talk to?—”
