Page 56 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

“Careful, you’re mistaking punishment for interest. I’m asking about your ass because I want to know how much I hurt you. I want you to tell me that you couldn’t sit because of the pain, that you were forced to sleep on your stomach because your ass was so sore. I want to know if you cried and if you bruised and if you’re sorry. I have no other interest in you.”

“Then why is it that I can feel your hard dick pressing into my stomach?” She challenges with a self-satisfied smirk. “He seems pretty eager for an introduction.”

I bring her face inches from mine, ignoring the way my cock gets even harder at hearing her say the word ‘dick’. “A passing breeze makes me hard, I’m eighteen. That has nothing to do with you.”

Her continued smirk tells me she doesn’t believe me. “Got it.”

I apply pressure on her throat, feeling her pulse point ramp up beneath my fingers. Her breath hitches and the noise is a salve to my angered temper.

“I must not have been brutal enough with you last time if you’re trying to goad me into spanking your ass again, especially by showing up here.”

I back her up against the wall, but she manages to croak out, “My dad told me to meet him here.”

“What?” I ask, stepping back, surprise making me release her.

“My parents asked me to come home this weekend, but they weren’t at our place when I got there. My dad sent me this ominous text a few minutes ago asking me to meet him in your dad’s study, that’s why I’m here.”

My brows are pulled in a deep frown by the time she finishes talking. “I got a similar text from my father.”

“What’s going on?” She asks, the confusion etched on her face reflective of what I’m feeling inside.

If it concerns both of our families then it must have to do with whatever business our fathers conduct together, but I don’t know why that would require either of our presences.

“Guess we better find out, then.” I say, turning on my heels and marching towards my father’s study. I can hear Six speed walking to try and keep up with my pace as I barge in without knocking.

His study is a large space divided into sections. A lounge area to the right with two couches facing each other and a low coffee table, a fully stocked bar with a mixing area to the left, the lot crowned with an actual office space on slightly more elevated ground.

My father lounges on one of those couches, sitting opposite Sixtine’s parents.

Her dad, Callum, is as massive and imposing as I remember. His limbs are draped lazily on the couch in a position that makes him look completely relaxed and approachable, casually hiding the fact that he’s one of the most dangerous men in the world.

His arm is thrown possessively over his wife’s shoulder and his gaze burns her cheek. Sixtine gets her beauty from her mother, Adélaïde, who is just as stunning as her daughter. Her hand rests on his knee as he plays distractedly with the ring on her fourth finger.

I can’t imagine ever being that obsessed with my wife.

Both of them turn when they hear me walk in and stand when they see Sixtine behind me.

“Ma chérie,” her mum says, advancing towards her with a bright smile and wide-open arms, “Tu m’as manqué.” She kisses both of her daughter’s cheeks and then wraps her in a warm hug, holding her for long moments.

“Coucou, Maman. I missed you too.” She says, moving into her dad’s arms, “and you too,Papa. I’m so happy to see you.” She adds, flattening her face against her dad’s chest as he kisses the top of her head while my father and I simply stare at each other. There’s no happy reunion for us.

“Not that this family reunion isn’t riveting to watch, but what the fuck am I doing here?” I point at Six’s parents. “Better question, what the fuck are you doing here?”

Her father’s eyes narrow on me. “You need to watch your tone.”

“I don’t need to do anything in my house.” I say with an insolent smile.

“Papa,” Six jumps in between us, forcing him to tear his eyes off me and look at her, “Why did you ask me to come here?”

He sighs at her gentle question, taking his wife’s hand and sitting back down on the couch, leaving the two of us standing awkwardly before them.

I fold my arms over my chest as I wait for him to answer her. Based on the way his eyes shine when he looks at her, she’s still his little princess. It’s interesting to see that that hasn’t changed over the years, because he always was extremely protective of her.

I often felt his eyes boring into the back of my neck when Astor and I would play with Six, his gaze exclusively following and analyzing me like he could sense that I fully intended to take her away from him one day.

But that was the past.

In the time that we’ve stood here, I’ve played through hundreds of scenarios for why my father and her parents could be in a room together, but still, none of them explain whywe’rehere.

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