Page 69 of Breaking the Code

His hand circles my neck and he says, “Nae. Daddy. That’s the name you call me when I touch your luscious little body.”

“But ummm…”

He can’t seriously think I’ll be able to concentrate like this.

“Ye heard me, mo ghille donn. Get to work. I won’t wait long before dragging yer arse back to bed.”

As quickly as possible, I scan all the data that’s come in. Draven’s hands tease me every second. His nails on one hand drag slowly over my legs. Then they dance over my balls and cock. Just barely there brushes that hint at the pleasure I know he can give me.

All the while, the other hand teases my nipples, pinching and pulling at them until they’re hard enough to cut glass. A sweet taste of pleasure from one hand accompanies every bite of pain from another. I dance in his lap. I can’t help it. It’s like I’ve been hit with electricity. All my nerve endings are alive, and every one of them is pulsing and reaching for him.

Unable to stand the torture another moment, I shoot off several messages, one to Everly and another to Zayn and gasp, “Okay! I’m done.”

Draven laughs. His hand comes up to grab my face, forcing my head to turn and stretching my neck so he can ravage my mouth. Once he’s thoroughly fucked my face with his tongue, he says, “Bedtime.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

DRAVEN

Tavish turns in my arms. My feet braced against the floor is the only thing that keeps the chair from flying and spinning. He looks at me and then down at his erection, then back at me. I wait. I want to see if he will ask for what he needs. He never does until he’s so lost to need and lust that all his inhibitions dissolve into nothingness.

When he says nothing, I stand. He yelps and wraps himself around me like a spider monkey. “Where are you taking me?” he asks.

“To bed. It’s the middle o’ the night.”

Setting him down, he grunts, grumbles, and sighs his way into the bed as I hold up the blankets for him. I watch him pout, and that’s when I realize staying away from him was a lost cause. It had been since the first night I laid eyes on him, and definitely since I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the wall outside this verra building.

Once he’s nestled into bed, I lean over him. My hands drop to the bed around his head. My eyes roam over his beautiful, boyish face. Those deep brown eyes are like pools o’ chocolate and while he hates chocolate o’ any kind, it’s my favorite, but looking into his eyes is even better than chocolate melting on my tongue.

“I tried verra hard to keep you at arm’s length. But you, min kara, wormed your way under my skin. I denied how ye affected me outside o’ the bedroom, but I cannae do that any longer. I want ye to be mine.”

A beautiful, pink blush deepens the color on his cheeks and he says, “I want that too.”

What is probably the first genuine smile o’ happiness to cross my face since before the package from my grandfather set this all in motion stretches my face, taking me a bit by surprise.

Unable to resist, I capture his mouth, sucking and licking at his tongue. The act has my cock taking notice and I groan, “Iffn we do this, mo ghille, then ye need to know I’m a possessive bastard. Ye will do as I say, when I say, and if you dinnae, there will be consequences. Do ye understand?”

“Like earlier?” he asks.

“Yes. Do ye understand?”

Another long stare followed by a silent swallow before he nods.

“Words, Tavish. They are a requirement, lilla du.”

“Yes. I understand.”

“What do ye understand?”

He licks his lips. His gaze sweeps from my face down my chest. I wonder if he can tell I’m hard as a rock.

“Tavish?”

“You’re a possessive bastard. You’re in charge. I have to do what you say, when you say, and if I don’t, you’ll spank my ass until I come.”

I toss my head back, my laughter fills the air at his sass. “That’s nae what I said.”

A petulant huff has me close to laughing again. “What did I say, Tavish?”

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