Page 66 of Use Me, Daddy

He turned, a sly smile curving his lips. The same smile he’d had before he’d lifted my skirt and spanked my ass bright red right before he fucked it.

I swallowed past a sudden ball of nerves at the same time my core clenched with desire.

“Come. Eat.” He set a plate down on the counter, the aroma of fresh eggs and buttery toast making my stomach growl.

I hesitated, but the warmth in his gaze—so different from the intense, almost ruthless look he’d had last night—softened something in me. I slid onto one of the barstools and picked up my fork, taking a tentative bite. It was delicious, of course, and I couldn’t help the small hum of appreciation that escaped my lips.

He watched me, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Tell me, baby girl,” he said slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. “Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy today?”

I nearly choked on my toast, my cheeks flaming red. I wanted to fire back with a smartass comment, but the look in his eyes had me swallowing my words. I should have been angry, should have walked out and never looked back.

But instead, I found myself nodding, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Yes, Daddy.”

The smile he gave me was slow and wicked, a promise of good things to come. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, making my knees weak all over again. And as much as I wanted to deny it, the truth was I liked this. I liked the way he took control, the way he pushed me to surrender in ways I never thought I would.

But as he pulled away, his eyes darkened, and the tenderness in his gaze was replaced by something sharper.

“Finish your breakfast, baby girl,” he ordered. “We have a long day ahead of us.”

My pulse quickened and as I watched him walk away, I knew one thing for certain.

I was falling deeper into Aleksei Morozov’s world, and there was no turning back.

The days that followed felt like a blur, a whirlwind of moments that blurred the lines between the life I thought I knew and the dangerous world Aleksei inhabited. He took me with him everywhere. Meetings with men who wore suits that didn’t quitehide the tattoos curling up their necks. Conversations in Russian that I didn’t understand, but I could feel the danger in every word anyway.

I wasn’t blind to the power he wielded, to the way people deferred to him, their voices quiet and respectful when he entered a room. Aleksei wasn’t just part of this world—he commanded it, and I was starting to see how deep his influence ran.

It was about a week later when my phone buzzed while I was sitting at Aleksei’s side during one of his meetings. I glanced down at the screen, my heart lifting a little when I saw Zoey’s name.

Miss your face! Drinks soon? Seriously, I need to see you, babe.

A small smile crept across my lips. I hadn’t seen her since all of this with Aleksei started, and I missed her more than I realized.

When the meeting wrapped up, and Aleksei’s men filed out of the room, I turned to him, clutching my phone like a lifeline. He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into that familiar smirk that always made my stomach flip.

“What is it, baby girl?”

“Zoey wants to grab drinks,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I haven’t seen her in forever, and… I think I should go. She’s my best friend.”

His smirk faded, replaced by something harder, more calculating. He didn’t respond right away, and the silence stretched, making me shift uncomfortably under his gaze.

“You want to go out,” he said finally, his tone measured, like he was turning the idea over in his head.

“Yes,” I said, lifting my chin. “I want to see her. She’s important to me.”

He leaned back in his chair, studying me like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve.

“It’s not safe,” he said eventually, his voice low. “Not without protection.”

“Aleksei, it’s just drinks with Zoey at her place. It’s not like I’m walking into a war zone,” I argued, but his expression didn’t budge.

“If you’re going, you’re taking a bodyguard,” he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument.

I opened my mouth to protest but stopped myself. He wasn’t going to bend on this, and honestly, I didn’t have the energy to fight him.

“Fine,” I said, sighing dramatically. “But only if they don’t hover. I don’t want Zoey thinking I’ve suddenly joined the Secret Service.”

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