“Come here, Daniella,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs wide open for her to stand in between.
Holding her ground, she shakes her head. “Where’s my father?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“It’s all of my concern.”
“It shouldn’t be. Now do as I say and come here. I won’t repeat myself.” She moves toward me, taking her sweet time as if somehow moving slower will stop the fire burning in my veins for her. No—the lust, the hunger only burns deeper with every minute, every second that passes between us.
“I hate you,” she spits out as if she means it, but there’s a lack of conviction in her voice that makes me believe she’s not quite being truthful.
“I don’t believe you.”
She crosses her arms, pushing up her breasts and drawing my attention to them, so she quickly drops her arms when she notices my gaze. “I don’t care what you believe.”
I drag her between my legs and sit her on my lap. As much as I want to fuck her brains out, I need answers. “Who was that bastard back there?”
She gasps and then takes a calming breath. Yes, she doesn’t hate me as much as she wants to pretend. I bet if I slide my fingers up between her thighs to her slit, she’ll be wet. “They call him Butch Knuckles. I doubt that’s his real name, though.”
I grip her inner thigh a little tight, feeling pissed about the guy coming for her. That scummy piece of shit had been dealt with, and his people needed to be taught a lesson. “From the Irish fucks over on Sixth Ave. Are there others who wanted to take you?”
“Um…”
“Answer me, Daniella. I don’t appreciate being lied to and if you don’t tell me, I’m sure I’ll get it out of your brother.”
“You said you wouldn’t hurt him.” Attempting to jump off my lap, but I hold her firmly down with my grip on her waist while my other hand still rests between her thighs.
I creep it a little higher and she shivers just a little. “Little one, he was trying to protect you back there. Do you believe that he wouldn’t willingly give me a list of names of useless pencil dicks who wanted what belongs to me?”
She blushes and ducks her head because she knows it’s true and I’m dead serious. “Are there others?”
“There are lots of others, but I don’t know them exactly by name. I only see the sneers and looks before I hide away in my room. I know they wanted me, but he kept me safe.”
“He?” Jealously floods my veins and I want to know who the fuck she’s talking about.
“My dad. And you stole him from me,” she hisses at me like I’m the devil and I am, but not when it comes to that worthless piece of shit she calls a father.
I pull my hand away from between her thighs and grip her chin hard, making her give her eyes to me. Those caramel eyes shoot daggers into me, but I don’t give a fuck. She can deliver her ire, and I’ll eat that shit up like I will her tight little pussy.
“Little one, you don’t worry about that. I’m your daddy now. I’ll take care of you. No one will touch you but me.” Her eyes widen and her cheeks turn pink before she tries to mask it in a fit of pique.
“You’re a sick bastard,” she informs me, but she’s only trying to remind herself of it because she was enjoying my touch a little bit too much for someone she hates.
“That I am. Now that we’ve cleared that up, give me a kiss. I’ve been wanting to taste those pretty lips and sully that innocent mouth of yours.”
She shakes her head, keeping her lips sealed firmly closed. I reach around and cup her ass, squeezing it hard, and she lets out a gasp of shock mixed with unexpected pleasure. Smirking, I bring my mouth down on hers. Taking her kiss without having to wait is better than I anticipated. She squirms and then suddenly becomes lax, moaning softly against my lips. As the sound plays back in her ears, she gasps and pulls away. I let her because I know damn well I’ve pushed and I’m not even close to done.
“You’re a monster.” Her pebbled nipples press against the fabric of her top and I want her naked, and something tells me so does she.
Smirking, I nod smugly in agreement. “And you want to play with the monster. I’m your monster, Daniella. You will submit to me, give me what I want, and I will care for you in every way that you should be tended to.” I run the back of my hand down the column of her throat, watching the way she responds to me.