Page 133 of Broken Blades

“Wyatt—” My name came out breathless, needy.

I looked up at her, my thumbs brushing the tops of her thighs. “You’re mine tonight,” I growled, low and rough. “Say it.”

Her lips parted. The moonlight through the window painted her in silver, her eyes dark and wide and mine. “Yours.” A beat. "Daddy."

"Good girl," he said. "And we don't stop until Daddy tells you to."

Chapter 25

Chastity

I woke to sunlight warming my bare shoulder and an ache between my thighs that made me blush so hard I hid my face in the pillow.

Wyatt's arm lay heavy across my waist, his hand resting low on my hip. His chest pressed warm against my back, our legs tangled beneath the sheets. The weight of him anchored me, grounded me in a way that terrified and comforted me in equal measure.

I shifted slightly, testing the soreness.

He growled softly behind me—not threatening, just sleepy and possessive. The sound vibrated through his chest into my spine, making my breath catch.

Then he leaned in and kissed my shoulder. Slow. Lingering. His lips traveled up to my neck, leaving a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses that sent a shiver cascading down my spine. Each touch deliberate. Each kiss claiming another piece of me I hadn't known I could give away.

"Morning," he murmured against my skin, voice rough with sleep.

My voice came out breathy, unsteady. "Hi."

He kissed me again, just under my ear, and I melted instantly. My body remembered his touch with embarrassing clarity—the way his hands had mapped every curve, the way his mouth had worshipped places I'd never been worshipped before. Heat pooled low in my belly despite the soreness, despite the mortification of remembering every sound I'd made last night.

His thumb traced lazy circles on my hip, and I realized with a jolt that we were both still naked. Completely bare beneath the twisted sheets. The intimacy of it stole my breath.

Last night had been… everything. Overwhelming. Perfect. Terrifying in its intensity. I'd given myself to him completely, held nothing back, and he'd taken everything I offered and demanded more. The way he'd looked at me—like I was something precious and dangerous all at once—made my chest ache.

I should feel regret. Should feel the weight of what we'd done, what line we'd crossed that we could never uncross. This was supposed to be temporary. A month. An arrangement. A lie.

But lying here in his arms, feeling his breath against my neck and the solid warmth of him surrounding me, I couldn't find the regret. Couldn't summon the fear I knew I should feel.

All I felt was his hand on my hip, his lips on my skin, and the terrifying certainty that last night had changed everything. That I'd crossed a line I didn't want to uncross. That somewhere between the forced proximity and the fake dates and the careful touches, I'd stopped pretending.

And I had no idea what that meant for either of us.

His thumb stroked along my hip in slow, deliberate circles that made my pulse skip. "I have practice today."

I tried not to look disappointed. Failed completely.

His hand left my hip, sliding up to cup my chin. He turned my face toward him gently but firmly, forcing me to meet his eyes. Dark. Intense. Searching.

"And after? I want to take you to lunch."

I blinked, confused. "Why? Are there paparazzi or⁠—"

He cut me off with a soft kiss that melted my words into nothing. When he pulled back, his voice was low and certain.

"No. Because I want to take you to lunch."

My heart stopped. Completely. A real date. Not for cameras. Not for investors. Not for his revenge or my father's merger or Barbara's scrutiny. Just… us.

He brushed my hair out of my face with such tenderness it made my chest ache. "Last night changed things. And now that I've had you…" He leaned down and kissed my collarbone, slow and possessive. "…I have no intention of letting you go."

The words slammed into me like a physical force. My chest tightened with something terrifying and sweet and utterly overwhelming. This wasn't supposed to happen. We weren't supposed to be real. He wasn't supposed to want me beyond the arrangement.