Page 37 of Daddy's Justice

“Please?”

“No, Morrigan. That is final. Let’s go eat.”

“Fine!” She stomped her foot and rolled her eyes at me as she headed toward the door. “You are no fun anyway!”

“I’ll show you fun!” With an arm across the doorframe, I stopped her from leaving the room. I brought the flat of my hand down over her butt three times, watching how it jiggled.

Down boy. You don’t have time to play.

“Hey!” She squealed, turning to look at me. “This outfit isn’t very protective after all.”

“You can still feel blows in it.”

“I can see that,” she muttered, scowling.

I wasn’t liking her attitude, not one bit. Snatching her arm, I turned and pulled her back into the bedroom. I walked her toward the wall. Once I had her there, her back against it, I had her pinned.

“My little goddess woke up on the wrong side of the bed and is behaving like a child.” I trailed her chin with my finger. “Now, I don’t want to keep having this discussion with you today. No more pouting, no more eye rolling and no more attitude, or I will take you across my knee and reacquaint you with the sword of justice, understand me?” I didn’t wait for her answer, but instead claimed her mouth. I punished her lips with mine and owned her, taking no time for tender reassurances. She gave the cutest little sigh as I pulled away, trying to pull me back to her.

“It is time for breakfast, little goddess. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I smirked as I turned to leave the room. I had kissed the vinegar right out of her and had my sweet girl back.

“When we get downstairs, I’d like you to apologize to Kara for last night. When we spar with our teammates, we do so in a controlled manner. You were out of control and weren’t playing fairly.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but I raised my hand to silence her. “I’m not saying it is your fault, sweet little goddess of mine. I understand that your world was spinning. However, they were still your actions and you must own responsibility for them, yes?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Let’s go eat.”

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Morrigan

Forseti led the way, and I followed absentmindedly behind him, lost in my thoughts and the memory of his lips on mine.

That man and his kisses were going to drive me mad. He kissed me straight into submission every time.

I couldn’t understand how. Most men were nothing more than annoying gnats flying around my ear, I swatted them away. I had never met a man who caught my attention for more than a few moments, and yet within one short day, I had one whom my attention wouldn’t waver from.

It was both exciting and confusing as hell. I didn’t like the feeling of confusion, but oh, the excitement. It almost made up for the clusterfuck the last twenty-four hours had been.

Almost.

Arriving in the dining room, I was both startled and relieved to see Edda and Kara sitting at the table, a wide spread of hot food before them.

“Oh, wow! Where did this come from?” Surely neither of them had cooked all of this.

They laughed.

“She doesn’t understand how things work yet,” Forseti said behind me. “She will.” He turned to me commanding, “Sit, little goddess.”

I sat and he filled my plate to the brim with an array of hot deliciousness. Digging in, I looked up to see Forseti shooting me a look and nodding toward Kara. Oh, yeah, the apology.

“Um, Kara?”

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