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“You aren’t at risk like she was,” I remind her softly. “But we’ve got you the best doctor in New York, just in case. And if one isn’t enough, I’ll get you twenty more. Whatever it takes to make you feel safe.”
Her breath shudders out, shaky, caught somewhere between relief and worry.
“You’ll be amazing, Ani,” I push on, tightening my grip on her hands. “And you won’t be alone for a second. Eavan, Madison,and I will be right there to encourage you. To remind you how fucking powerful you are. Because you are.”
Her throat works, a small sound caught in it, and I see the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. She leans forward, pressing her forehead against my chest, her fingers fisting lightly in my shirt.
I rest my chin on the top of her head, holding her close, letting her hear the steadiness of my heart—hoping it reminds her that she’s not walking into any of this alone.That she’ll never be alone.
“You really believe that?” she whispers, her words muffled against me.
“As much as I love you.” I kiss her hair, breathing her in. “You’re already the strongest person I’ve ever met. And when the time comes…you’ll show me again.”
ABOUT THREE MONTHS LATER
The phone is pressed between my shoulder and ear, my free hand tapping out the club’s balance sheets on the laptop in front of me. Enzo’s voice drones on, equal parts sharp and bored, as we go over the week’s numbers and talk through the heat stirring up between us and the Colombians we have been doing business with for a while.
“They’re pushing harder than expected,” he mutters. “If we don’t double the order?—”
“Then they’ll think we aren’t able to,” I cut in. My jaw flexes, the irritation of repeatedly dealing with these issues grating on me. “I’ll call Alek and Hawk, see if either of them has a lead on the guns they’re looking for.”
He exhales, a long drag of irritation that hisses into my ear. “I’ll work on security. An order that big is definitely going to require more men.”
“Daddy.” Ani’s voice carries down the hall with a flirtatious and playful tone. My cock reacts like she has just dragged her soft lips over it. “I’m bored…”
The click of her heels follows, sharp and deliberate against the hardwood floor as she walks closer to my office. She can’t be more than a few feet from the door. Turning toward her, I apologize, “I’m sorry, little pet. But we have some business we?—”
The words catch in my throat.
Fuck…
She’s standing in the threshold of my office, framed by the dim golden light behind her. My eyes drag up her body, slow and greedy, devouring every detail. Black stilettos that lengthen her legs. Lean thighs, taut and gorgeous, leading up to a pair of black crotchless panties that barely cling to her hips. The large swell of her belly, heavy and beautiful. Her breasts have grown in these past few months, lush and spilling over the confines of her bra, begging for my mouth. And then the final piece that has my cock stirring—the black leather collar snug around her throat.
Enzo is still talking, his voice a distant buzz I am not even registering. Ani steps forward with a mischievous little smile and pulls her hands from behind her back. A strip of black leather flutters toward the floor, the end of the leash swinging as she clips the hook neatly into place at the front of her collar.
My cock hardens instantly, pressing painfully against the confines of my pants, as I stare at her in awe. She lowers herself carefully, gracefully, until her knees kiss the floor. Her belly brushes against the hardwood as she crawls, slow and sinful, toward me. Every sway of her hips makes me clench the armrest of my chair.
When she reaches me, she settles between my feet, tilting her head to rest it on my thigh. She nuzzles closer, her lips grazing the tented fabric beneath my zipper. She wiggles her ass in the air like a spoiled kitten demanding attention.
“I want to play,” she purrs, the sultriness of her tone snapping my restraint.
“I’ve gotta go,” I cut Enzo off without hesitation, my tone rougher than I mean it to be. Pulling the phone from my ear, I faintly hear him calling my name, but I hit the end button before he has a chance to finish. I haphazardly toss the phone onto my desk. It rings, but I don’t bother to answer. Our business could be burning to the ground, and I wouldn’t care.The only thing that matters is kneeling in front of me, wearing my collar, begging like the good little pet she is.
My hand threads into her hair, tugging her face up so she meets my stare.Christ, her eyes glimmer.The golden pools glow with defiance and submission at the same time, the perfect blend only she manages.
“You think you can walk in here dressed like this,” I growl, tugging her hair tighter, “and I won’t ruin you right on my desk?”
Her lips curl into a sly smile. “That’s the idea, Daddy.”
Fuck. Me.
I haul her up, my chair rolling back with the force. She gasps softly, her belly sliding against me as I sweep her off the floor and plant her ass on the edge of my desk. The leash dangles between us, brushing against my wrist as I spread her thighs wide.
“Look at you,” I rasp, taking her in. She’s so fucking wet that it is glistening on her thighs. “My perfect little pet, always so fucking needy for more of my cock.”
Ani’s breath stutters, a shiver rolling through her at my words.
I sink to my knees in front of Ani, sliding my hands up her thighs to grip her soft flesh and spreading them wider. The scent of her hits me hard—sweet and intoxicating—leaving my mouth watering and hunger clawing at my throat.
