Page 8 of Kiss, Kill, Thrill Me, Daddy

“I don’t know where he is. I wasn’t lying about that. All he has left is his dad, and his dad hates him. I don’t know where they could have gone. Maybe your boyfriend has family or friends they’re visiting.”

“He isn’t my boyfriend,” I say. “Brody and I are purely platonic. He’s been my best friend for years. We met at school. After my mother died, his parents took me in.” I turn my head, because I can feel wetness forming in my eyes. Tatum’s hand touches my cheek, and he slowly pulls me back to him.

“Are you lonely? You look lonely,” he asks. I have no reason to be lonely. I have Fiona. We’ve got Daisy, her dachshund. Once all of this is over, we might even have Brody again. Still, there’s something in his question that hits a nerve. When he speaks again, his voice is barely a whisper at all. “Because I’ve been lonely for a really long time. Ever since the Bens brought Benito into the mix, he’s been icing me out of my own relationship.”

Since Tatum is drugged, he is unable to hide facts from me. That’s why I don’t flat-out ask him to elaborate. Instead, I try to word my request in a way in which he can still say no. There’s a strand of hair dangling in front of his face, and I reach up and brush it away, kissing his forehead.

“What I said earlier, about your boyfriends neglecting you, I meant it. You’ve been neglected too long, haven’t you?”

He’s got a sad expression on his face as he nods. “He’s not a nice guy. When we started seeing each other, he told me he wanted all of us the same amount. He said I was going to be part of it too. That lasted all of five minutes. He moved into the apartment I shared with my boyfriends—Benji, Bennet, and Austin—and right off the bat, he took over. We’re all bottoms, and the Bens like to be bossed around, but I don’t. He hates me because I don’t blindly follow his orders, so stuff’s gotten bad between us.” He looks up at me, his bottom lip trembling. “He makes me watch when they fuck, but I’m not allowed to touch any of them. Not allowed to touch myself, either, but I still do.” The corner of his lips twists up into a sly smirk. “I do it a lot.”

“Good for you.” Leaning closer, I kiss the side of his face, letting my hand slide down his side until it’s resting on his hip. “You deserve to come as often as you want. If you were mine, I would bring you to release anytime you asked.”

“Yeah?” he asks, sounding breathless.

“Yeah.”

He presses his face against my chest. “I hate him, you know. I wish we’d never met him. He stole my boyfriends. My apartment. He took everything I ever loved, and he gloated the whole time.”

“Would you like me to kill him?”

His eyes widen and he quickly shifts his focus back to my chest, running his finger through the fur. “No. That would make Bennet and Benji sad. I don’t like Nito, but I love them, and I don’t want them to be sad. Please don’t kill him.”

“Alright. I do not agree with your decision, but you have myword. If you change your mind, let me know, and I will be happy to handle it.”

He’s quiet for a while. At one point, he leans in, presses his face against my chest, and inhales deeply. It’s the single most erotic moment of my life. I comb my fingers through his hair and hold him closer, trembling when his mouth parts and he introduces his tongue to the mix.

“Fuck. Tatum,” I breathe.

He looks up at me as he takes my nipple into his mouth and nibbles. His tongue twirls around the peaked nub, flickering back and forth. When he bats his lashes at me, I know he’s doing it for a reason—I just don’t know what he wants. He pulls away and stares at me, not saying a word.

“What’s wrong, love?”

His lips pucker and he kisses my chest before hoisting his leg over my lap and straddling me. “If I lie against you, is it going to hurt your ribs?”

“Not at all. I would love for you to lie against me,” I say. He gives me a nod, and then he leans forward, wrapping his arms around my back. He shifts his weight to the left, probably to avoid hurting my already aching chest.

“What happens to me when you leave to find them? Are you going to kill me?”

I tickle his side, making him giggle like a child. “How could I ever kill someone this charming?” I twinkle my fingers as I tiptoe them up his chest until my hand is cupping his face. “Would you like to come with us?”

His eyes widen, but he still has that dazed look about him. “You’re gonna kidnap me?” I frown, because that’s not what I’ve said at all. I made no insinuations of kidnapping or taking him hostage. “I won’t fight you because you’ll probably kill me if I do.”

I arch an eyebrow at him. “I’ve already told you I have no plans on killing you.”

His eyes narrow, and he’s got that same bratty look on hisface he wore when he choked me earlier. “I said, you’ll probably try to kill me if I try to run. So, you have to kidnap me, right? You’re going to take me against my will?”

It seems more like a plea than a question, and for once, I’m at a loss. I cannot take him with me. It would be madness. Not only would his life be in danger, but his presence would put all our lives in jeopardy as well. Tatum knows nothing about living off the grid. Taking him means keeping him comfortable, and I do not believe he will be comfortable roughing it.

“I do not kidnap,” I finally say, stroking his cheek. “I’m sorry, little one.”

He rests his head against my shoulder and shakes his head, his eyelids drooping. “It’s already done. I’ve been abducted by a bisexual Russian and his girlfriend who wears ugly maroon lipstick for reasons I don’t understand.” He bats his lashes, giving me his saddest expression. “I’m your prisoner now?”

“Would you like to be my prisoner?” I ask, regretting it as soon as the question is out. His mouth opens and closes several times, and I can tell he’s trying to hold the admission inside, but the drug is ripping it out of him. I don’t want to see him this way—struggling to hide the parts he’s not yet ready to share—so, I quickly course correct. I pull him closer, tightening my grip. “Yes, Tatum. You are my prisoner.”

His smile is the only assurance I need. As he drifts into a peaceful sleep, Fee’s voice calls out from the bedroom. “Motherfucking boom, bitch! Found him.”

CHAPTER 1

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