Page 40 of Ruin Me, Daddy

“We should go,” he said without releasing his hold on her.

“You don’t seem in a hurry.” Tilting her head back, she slid her arms around him, her breasts pressing up against his chest just like he’d daydreamed of so many times. She wrapped a leg around him, running the boots she knew drove him wild up and down his leg. “Am I distracting you… Daddy?”

Little tease. Too bad for her, he was much better at that game than she could ever dream of being. Gripping her hair, he tilted her head to the side, drinking in her delighted gasp as he skimmed his lips up the slender column of her neck. Nipping at her exposed skin with his teeth, soothing the sting with his tongue. Up the curve of her neck, to her jaw, skimming his lips along the sharp angle of her chin.

He stopped at her lips, hovering just over the bright red. “Do you want me to kiss you, baby?”

“Yes, please.” It was a breathless plea, and he chuckled at the desperation in her voice.

He stayed there, just a hair’s breadth away from her parted lips, her hot panting breaths mingling with his own. “Then you’ll have to earn it. Naughty girls who tease their Daddies don’t get rewarded with kisses.”

When he pulled away, her jaw dropped, and she was staring at him as though he’d just turned into an alien right in front of her. “That’s… that’s so mean!”

“I can be meaner,” he told her with a smirk as he made a show of smoothing out his dress shirt. “Keep that in mind if you’re in the mood to be a brat tonight.”

Her pout was even more dramatic than usual with her lips painted that bright red. “I was just playing.”

“You were teasing, and you know it.”

“Maybe a little.” The sulk was clear in her voice as they made their way out to the sexy little sports car he’d bought for himself when he’d realized he wasn’t planning to leave South Carolina right away.

“Uh-huh.” Opening the passenger door, he grinned down at her. “So that sweet pussy of yours can stay a little wet and needy until Daddy decides you’ve earned an orgasm.”

“Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a smidge?” she grumbled as she slid onto the seat with a glare.

“A Daddy’s prerogative.”

He shut the door before she had a chance to cuss him out and earn herself an actual punishment. God, he couldn’t wait to get her bratty ass to the club.

Silver

The only thing worse than how much of an asshole Ice was when he was in full Dom mode, was how much she loved it.

He’d teased her the entire way to the club, making her regret wearing a dress that gave him such easy access to her thighs. For half an hour, he stroked his way closer and closer to her pussy, and despite the fact that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, he never actually touched her there.

By the time they made it to the club, she was drenched. Her pussy throbbed with every step into the darkened interior, and if she hadn’t been so fucking desperate for an orgasm, she might have actually stabbed him in the heart when he smiled down at her.

“Feeling okay?”

“Just peachy,” she ground out, forcing her lips into a smile despite the murderous rage fluttering in her belly. “Looks like there’s an empty podium over there if we want to snag it.”

“I thought we’d have a drink first. Beckett should be upstairs, and Lottie is probably around somewhere. We should socialize.”

There was almost nothing in the world Elias Turner hated more than ‘socializing’. He enjoyed deep conversations and really getting to know people, but small talk was the absolute bane of his existence.

Which meant he was doing this purely to punish her. Asshole.

He guided her toward the stairs with a hand at the small of her back, and she swore she could feel the heat of his palm even through the material of her dress. Every inch of her skin felt too hot, too tight, and the only thing keeping her from dropping to her knees and begging for that orgasm was sheer pride.

Beckett was waiting for them as promised, but not at a regular booth. He was seated in what looked more like a VIP lounge, a wide circular booth with a small coffee table of sorts in the middle instead of the usual dining table.

“Jesus Christ, you two are a pair.” He grinned up at them as they approached. “You look like rockstars.”

It was true. She’d glammed herself up because Ice had asked, and he’d dressed up a bit as well. A black button-down dress shirt was tucked into his leathers, and he’d added a pair of kick-ass black boots. The shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, giving little peeks at his ink. He’d pulled his hair back in a low ponytail that just added to the filthy-rich rock-god look.

“Probably because we are rockstars,” Ice said with a laugh as he slid onto the bench.

But when she went to join him, he held up a hand, one eyebrow slowly raising. “What do you think you’re doing, little girl?”

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