Page 238 of Kiss the Villain

I perk up, looking at him with blinding expectations. “So…you’ll accept Kayde? With time, I mean.”

“It’s not that I don’t accept him.” He lets out a sigh. “I just don’t like how you looked when he hurt you or that he used you. I suppose I’m having trouble moving past that, but I also get your mother’s point. You look more like yourself with him, and he did take a bullet for you, so I respect that. I also like that he contains your impulsiveness, and you actually listen to him.”

“I listened to you, too.”

“No, Gareth. You didn’t really listen. You hid away from me to fit the image you thought I wanted of you. But I get it. You were nervous about my reaction, and that’s my fault. Point is, ” he grabs my shoulders, “I’m happy you’re happy. That’s all.”

I wrap my arms around him. “Thank you, Dad. Really.”

He pats my back and when we break free, I catch a glimpse of Kayden standing by the door, patiently waiting with a hand in his pocket.

And his eyes soften upon clashing with mine.

The eyes that were so dead the first time I saw him. The eyes that are indifferent, polite, or downright dismissive when talking with others only soften for me.

Dad smiles at me before he leaves.

I all but throw myself at Kayden when he walks in, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing myself into him so suddenly, he grabs my waist to steady us.

God, I feel so complete when I touch him.

When he’s gone, I lose the part of myself that’s anchored by him. The air feels thinner without the feel of his skin against mine, and the quiet I usually enjoy with him is deafening without him.

Now that I’m all over him, I can breathe properly.

“I assume that was a good talk.” He strokes my dimples, smiling softly. “You look like you’ll burst.”

“Dad likes you. I mean, not fully, but he’s getting there.”

“And that makes you happy.”

It’s not a question, but I nod. “You know how much his approval means to me.”

“I do. And now, I’m starting to think you’re only with me for your little daddy issues.”

I mock gasp. “Oh my, you figured me out? Whatever am I going to do now?”

He laughs, the sound like music to my ears. Honestly, he’s so serious outside, I feel like the chosen one for making him laugh.

I swear to God, Jethro and Simone gawk every time he does.

“As long as I’m not yourdaddy, we’re good.” He raises a brow. “Unless you’re into that?”

“Nah, not my thing. I like baby better.” I brush my lips against his jaw, licking and biting slightly. “You smell so good and look so hot, baby.”

He groans, his hand sliding from my waist to my ass, squeezing the marks he left there last night. “You better stop that, or your family’s going to get a front-row seat to me bending you over this balcony and fucking you right here, right now.”

I moan, growing hard as the pain ignites the pleasure and rushes throughout my skin. “Mmm, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Fuck, baby. You’re driving me insane.” He squeezes my ass, pressing me against him. “Your grandpa will have a stroke.”

I can feel the contours of his cock through the clothes, and it makes my mouth water and my own dick harden. “He’ll live.”

“Not for long. I assure you.” He grunts and pushes me away, grabbing my waist again, then says in an austere voice, “Stop. Rein it in until I have you all to myself.”

I release a whine but don’t try to seduce him again. He really can make me fold with those firm orders of his.

“Speaking of having me all to yourself,” I muse, sniffing him. His scent kinda calms me. Better than the sight of blood—weird, I know. “What do you think about having a threesome? Like sharing me with another guy or girl?”

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