The thought of her leaving has me fighting back a snarl as rage claws at my chest. But I manage to keep the easy smile on my face as I meet her furious gaze. “No.”
She blinks. “What do you mean,no?”
“I mean exactly what I said, little one. I am not going to give you an annulment. And if you somehow managed to escape me long enough to try on your own, I would simply provide the proof I have that we did, indeed, consummate our marriage.”
“You don’t have any proof.” The corners of her lips dip down into a worried little frown. “What kind of proof?”
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I pull up a video of the night before. In it, she’s straddling my hips, her head thrown back in ecstasy and the wedding set on her finger glinting in the lights of my hotel room as she rides my cock.
Said organ twitches at the memory of my babygirl riding me with such complete abandon. I can’t wait to watch her do it again and again, as often as I’m able for the rest of our lives. “You were saying?”
All the color drains from her face. “Where… How… You faked that.”
“Maybe.” I shrug and tuck my phone away again. It isn’t fake, but if that’s what she needs to tell herself then so be it. “But it would be expensive for you to try and prove it. And believe me when I tell you I have far more time and money to invest in a court battle than you do, little one. So, no, I will not be giving youan annulment. Or a divorce. You aremine, Tabitha, until death do we part.”
“That’s not… You can’t justmakesomeone be your wife.”
Letting my smile turn hard, I lean in, my voice dropping to a deadly purr. “Oh, my precious Little girl. I think you’ll find I can do whatever the fuck I want. Especially when it comes to you.”
Her breath hitches, and I have a moment of worry that she’s about to have another panic attack before she clambers off the bed, still clutching the sheet to her naked body. “I’ll scream. Or—or I’ll call the cops!”
“If you’d like, I can give you the number for Detective Johansen. He’s a good friend of mine and I’m sure he’d love to catch up.”
Her eyes narrow in a show of defiance that has my heart beating faster with excitement. “Then I’ll scream. Someone will come rescue me.”
“Go for it.”
We’re in the penthouse suite, which consists of two separate floors, and we happen to be on the top. Which means there are several feet of wood and concrete between us and the room below us. Even if she does scream, no one will hear her.
And if they do, well, money has a way of causing temporary deafness in most people, I’ve found.
I watch as the realization settles over her. “Please let me go,” she whispers, her voice thick with tears. “I won’t tell anyone about this, I promise. But I can’t marry you.”
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that, babygirl. We are married, and as I said, we will stay that way for the rest of our natural lives.”
Head swiveling around, she searches for an exit as she takes a step back, and I know without a doubt she’s about to run. “Stop right there, little girl.”
To my delight, she freezes in place, her eyes wide with terror. “I’m not a little girl,” she whispers, and I have to swallow a laughat the fact that she’s protesting my calling her a Little girl rather than me telling her not to move.
“Oh, but you are,” I tell her as I rise from the bed and stalk toward her with slow, measured steps. “You aremyLittle girl. And I am your Daddy.”
“No.” Taking another step back, she shakes her head. “No, no,no.”
“Yes. Now, be a good girl for Daddy and let’s get you in the bath so we can get you cleaned up for our trip home.”
She looks around again, taking yet another step backward, and this time when I speak I make sure to infuse my words with plenty of warning. “Don’t even think about it, little girl.”
But I don’t need to be a mind reader to see that she is absolutely thinking about it. I’m not as into the chase as Dane, but still my blood heats at the thought of stalking her around this giant apartment, cornering her somewhere, and then spanking that gorgeous, round ass of hers bright red for daring to defy Daddy.
Of course, if she decides she wants to be a good girl, I’m fine with that as well. I do love rewarding good Little girls the way only a Daddy can.
Curious to see which option she’ll pick, I take another step forward, closing the distance between us. But only for a moment, because she immediately responds by moving backward. Over and over we repeat that dance, until she lets out a little squeak of surprise when she finds herself pressed up against a wall.
Stopping a few feet from her, I hold out my hand, an invitation for her to do the right thing, to be Daddy’s good girl. “Come now, little one. Time to stop playing games and do as you’re told.”
My wife looks from my hand to my face and back again. And then she does exactly what I’d secretly hoped she would from the beginning.
She runs.
