Page 49 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
Trent is beside me in a blink, closing us in the dark, but my panic doesn’t subside as the car moves.
He grabs a hold of me and pulls me into his lap. I’ve never been a small girl, but being tucked against him like this makes me feel tiny—younger than I’ve truly felt in a long time. Warmth seeps in.
When did I get so cold?
I’m against a solid wall of heat, Trent’s hands drawing circles across my back.
“They won’t touch you. I’ll kill them first.” Deadly serious. The hand gripping the back of my knees tightens.
I hesitate. He can’t mean that.
My face lifts, mouth grazing the side of his throat as I say, “You always talk like that?”
I’m trembling, my nose pressing into his collar. He’s got on a spicy cologne. It’s heated by his skin. So enticing. My breath comes easier, panic subsiding.
“Only when I mean it.”
Anxiety shifts into other needs, and the way my hands are trapped between us is far, far too tempting. A little adjustment, and I could spread my palm across his chest or down his side.
Something deep inside me wants to maul him, to see if he’d hold me down and tame me.
The flash of that image has me pulling away enough to look at him, those dark eyes, the trimmed hair along his jaw and cheeks, the firm line of his mouth…
I lean forward and kiss him. Small. Desperate.
And Trent kisses me back, mouth softening, tearing right through my defenses. Until he retreats and runs his thumb across my mouth.
I’m breathing heavy, wanting to take his thumb into my mouth.
He doesn’t seem remotely phased.
“Don’t kiss me because you’re scared.” The gruffness of his voice tears into me.
“It’s not why I kissed you.” I lean in again for another kiss, and this time he doesn’t retreat.
19
HARPER
Trent takes me home instead of back to the office, and the phone call he made gave me enough information to retreat. He clocks every inch I put between us, and I doubt he’s surprised when I march through the house away from him.
I’m so sick of being moved around like a pawn.
I take a long, hot shower and walk around in my towel until my hair is dried.
Trent only catches a glimpse of me, going still until I leave the room again.
When Grant and Oliver come home, the three of them have a closed-door meeting. About me. And I hate that I’m not privy to it.
I’m ready to rage at whoever happens upon me first because I’m still pacing the building. Although now, I’ve slunk into one of Trent’s oversized shirts. No bra. Just panties.
They’re lucky I’m not strutting around here naked. Let them try to handle me then.
The thought of me raging, nude, at them has me smiling a little to myself.
To rile them up even further, I’m walking through their floors, their rooms, and touching their things.
Grant’s the one who comes for me—or maybe it’s simply that I’m in his space. He has me blocked in, cornering me on the balcony off his room. His nostrils flare, but he stops in the doorway, taking in my legs first. Making a long line up my thighs. Pausing at my free-swinging breasts.
