Page 42 of Kneeling for Daddy
“I’m not asking you to forget your past, Ani.” Nik tenderly squeezes my hand again. “I’m just asking for a little trust to let me handle your present.”
Damon clears his throat, drawing my attention back to the discussion about coverage. “All right. We’ll be set up by morning, and Nik will let you know if we find there’s any reason to change what we’ve talked about.”
Jagger and Damon finally excuse themselves, nodding to Nik before retreating inside. The sound of the sliding door tells me we’re alone, but their presence lingers. My fingers tighten around my mug of lukewarm coffee—needing something to hold—as I lift it from the table.
Nik watches me carefully before crouching in front of me, balancing on the balls of his feet as he rests his hands gently on my knees. The heat of his palms bleeds through the thin silk of my robe. “Talk to me,” he softly insists.
“I don’t like it,” I admit. “Having them here. Havinganyonehere.” My throat tightens. “I’m not used to people protecting me without violating my privacy.”
The men my father had watching over me didn’t even know what that word meant. They would let themselves into my room under the guise of protection, all of them having seen far more of me than necessary to adequately do their jobs.
“That’s not how this works. Not with me. Not with them.” His thumb strokes an invisible line along my skin, just above my knee. He leans in, his forehead resting against mine. “Thank you,” he whispers, and it’s the sincerity in his voice that nearly undoes me. He’s not just appeased. He’srelieved. “I know what it costs you to agree to this. I know it feels like a cage instead of a shield. And I swear to you, Ani, I’ll make it worth it later.”
I narrow my eyes at him, masking the sting in my chest with sass. “Do you seriously mean sex? Like that will make this better?”
His lips morph into an infuriatingly confident smirk, silently answering me and simultaneously crawling under my skin.
Rolling my eyes so hard it nearly hurts, I let out an exaggerated groan. “For the last time, Nik… your cock does not magically fix everything.”
“Maybe not everything,” he drawls, tilting his head and letting his gaze roam slowly—and deliberately—down the length of my body. When his eyes meet mine again, they’re dark with amusement. “But it sure as hell makes you feel better.”
My jaw drops a little—shocked and annoyed—though I feel the corner of my mouth twitch like it wants to betray me with a smile. “You are impossible.”
“Maybe,” he hums, brushing his thumb over my knee again before leaning back smugly. “And yet, you keep me around. Me and my magical cock.” His smirk lingers, and he obnoxiously winks as if he knows exactly where my thoughts are headed.
And damn him, he probably does.
“Fuck it. I don’t want to wait until later.” The words slip out rough, gravelly, and full of need. Ani doesn’t even have time to arch one of those perfectly sassy brows before I wrap my arms around her, haul her out of the chair, and toss her over my shoulder.
“Nik!” she squeals, pounding her fists against my back, kicking her legs, and inching her silk robe up her thighs. “Put me down!”
Her voice is sharp, but not scared or angry. It’s bratty. She knows exactly how much I like it when she resists my manhandling. I tighten my arm around her waist, smacking her silk-covered ass hard enough to make her gasp. “Keep squirming, little pet, and you’ll earn yourself another.”
“Apush!” she hisses, though her laugh betrays her.
“Asshole?” I slap her ass again as we pass Jagger and Damon in the kitchen. “If that’s the hole you want me to fuck, you’ll need to ask a little nicer.” Both their eyes snap toward us. As always, theyare stoic, though I swear Jagger’s jaw twitches with the effort of not laughing.
Ani buries her face against my back, mortified.
“Oh my god, Nik!” she groans. “Seriously?”
I can’t control the smile spreading across my face as I carry her down the hallway. “Relax, my little pet. We’re married. I’m pretty sure they know we fuck.”
She claws at my shirt, pulling it against what I can only assume is her reddened face. “That doesn’t mean they need toseeit!”
I shut the bedroom door behind us with my foot and toss her onto the bed. She lands with a yelp, her silk robe falling open. She stares up at me, flushed, a mix of indignation and heat. Not breaking our stare, I growl, “I won’t give them the pleasure of watching me fuck you, but they sure as hell are going to hear it.”
“You are such an ass,” she snaps, sitting up on her elbows.
“And you,” I climb over her with slow, deliberate menace, “are about to thank me for it when I show you how much I like your sassy little mouth.”
Her eyes burn with annoyance, but they totally betray her when they rake down my chest as I pull off my shirt. “Cocky much?”
I drag my hand up her thigh until she squirms beneath my touch. “Cocky enough to know your tight little pussy is already dripping for me.”
Fighting the urge to push into my touch, she grumbles, “You’re impossible…”
“Uh-huh,” I mutter, pushing two fingers into her already soaked cunt with ease. A moan gurgles from her chest as her head fallsback into the pillows. “Daddy. The word you’re looking for is Daddy.”
