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I hold his gaze for longer than necessary because I want him to know that I am not the kind of woman who drops to her knees just because a man tells her to. Even if that man has a jaw I want to lick and pretty blue eyes that make my knees weak.

Then I get in the car, because I’m also not stupid enough to make a scene outside Raven Mansion with two Talons standing behind me.

He follows me in and settles into the seat beside me. He’s close. I can feel the heat coming off his body. The driver pulls away without a word, and the gates close behind us.

I look at him. He’s watching me with those intoxicating eyes, and the silver at his temples catches the light as we pass through the gate. I can see the edge of ink disappearing beneath his shirt cuff. I wonder what else he’s hiding beneath his clothes.

That’s something I won’t have to wait long for. He’s going to be fucking me constantly to get his little heir.

“So is this how it works, Ryker?” I angle my body toward him because I want him to know who he’s dealing with. “You pick me up, bring me home, and what? Do we get started tonight, or do you tell me your secret pain and shit before you fuck me?”

He arches his brow, but doesn’t say anything.

“They made it pretty fucking clear in there that I’m here for one reason.” I let my eyes drag down his body, slowly, because if this man is going to own me, then I’m going to make sure he knows I’m not scared of him. “At least you’re not the wrinkled old fuck I was expecting. That makes the whole spreading-my-legs-on-command thing a little easier to stomach.”

His jaw tightens, and he still doesn’t speak. It’s pissing me off.

I lean closer. Close enough that I can see the way his pupils have blown wider in those blue eyes. Close enough to feel the tension radiating off his sexy body even though he hasn’t moved an inch.

I tilt my head and give him my prettiest, most dangerous smile. “You’re not exactly my age either. Was that part of the appeal?” I drop my voice lower and hold his stare. “Because I can get into that. I’ll call you Daddy if that’s what gets you off. Are you going to teach the young virgin to ride your cock while I line up the babies for you? Is that what you need to hear, Daddy?”

His hand is on my throat in a second—squeezing tight—holding my face close to his. His eyes drop to my mouth, and I watch the way his body tenses. There’s a darkness in his expression that makes the space between my legs throb. My panties are fucking soaked.

“I’m not Ryker, little one.”

He doesn’t let go. His fingers stay wrapped around my throat for one more second, his thumb pressed against my pulse, and I know he can feel how fast it’s racing. He’s staring at my mouth like he’s deciding if he wants to kiss me or spank me.

And I’m the slut that wants fucking both.

“What?” My voice comes out rough because his hand was just on my throat and my body is still catching up to the fact that I liked it.

“I’m Rhett.” He straightens his cuff like he didn’t just choke his son’s future bride in the back seat of his car. “I’m Ryker’s father. My son is in London. He’ll be home in a few weeks. But if you want to ride my dick, you’re going to have to gag on it first and fucking beg me.”

Then he releases me, his fingers dragging across my skin as they fall away. My body sags from the loss while I fight to get control over myself.

“You could have fucking said something.” My face is on fire but I don’t look away, because my pride won’t let me.

“You were saying plenty.” His tone hasn’t changed. He should at least be affected as I am. “Crawl to me on your knees, and I’ll put that mouth to good use.”

“Fuck you, Rhett.”

He chuckles. “Not calling me Daddy anymore? You don’t have to stop, if that’s your thing, baby.” He holds my stare. “Ryker won’t mind.”

My mouth opens and nothing comes out. For the first time in my twenty-two years of running my mouth, I don’t have a single fucking word. Because my brain just short-circuited trying to process what he said, and my body is three steps ahead of my brain, picturing things I have no business picturing about a man I met ten minutes ago and his son I haven’t even met.

Ryker won’t mind. What the fuck does that mean?

I press my thighs together so hard my legs shake, and I turn to the window because I cannot look at this man for one more second without making a bigger fool of myself. My reflection stares back at me, flushed and wide-eyed. I barely recognize the girl in the glass. She looks like someone who just got the wind knocked out of her.

He doesn’t push it. He lets the silence sit. Rhett Bradley is going to be the death of me. He dropped a grenade in my lap, and he’s watching me to see what I do with it.

“I’m going to tell you how things will be.” His voice pulls me back. “You are part of my household now. My home, my rules. You’ll have everything you need, as long as you do as I say. When Ryker returns, we’ll settle this marriage business.”

I keep my eyes on the window. “And if I don’t do as you say?”

“Then I’ll treat you the same as any other brat. I’ll punish you.”

My pussy clenches so hard I almost gasp. I’ve known him for fifteen minutes, and I’ve soaked through my panties wanting to know what that means.