Page 126 of Vicious Kitten

A rumble vibrates my chest at her use of the word,Daddy. It’s fucking weird that I like it so much. It’s like each time she uses the word, she puts me under her spell. Little minx. My little minx.

“Fine. But if I have to share you with them, then we will revisit this conversation in five years, and the ring you wear on your finger will be mine.”

She smirks. “Deal.”

I relax, finally. I’ve never considered marriage before, but fuck, if I don’t marry Rhys, then I’m not marrying anyone. She’s it for me.

Unlocking her grip on my hand, I reach out and gently cup her face, being careful not to hurt her bruising. “Come here, baby.”

She relaxes into my hand before shifting forward and giving me what I want. Her lips. It’s a soft kiss. The softest we have ever shared. It’s like we are both scared of hurting each other.

I want to ask her for more details about what happened at Vixen’s Lodge, but I can’t bring myself to ask her to relive that, so when she falls asleep at my side a little while later, and Marcus Grady slips through the door looking all possessive and shit, I take a risk and ask him.

“Is she ok?” His concern for her runs deep. His brown eyes roaming over her body, looking for something he’s missed.

“She’s ok.” I rasp quietly, hoping not to wake up my girl.

“We’ve held the nurses off for long enough, but if we don’t let them in, they are going to call security.” Marcus sounds pissed off. At first, I think it’s at me because of who I am in this situation, but then I realise as he glances at our girl that he’s pissed off that the nurses are going to annoy Rhys.

“Ok.” I mutter, “But before we wake her, can you fill me in on what she went through before we got to Vixen’s Lodge? I didn’t want to ask her to relive that.”

Marcus stares at me, his expression unreadable, so I let down my walls and let him see how our girl affects me. Then he sighs.

“That Master fucker raped her. Brutally. She has grazes…” Marcus gulps, tears flooding his eyes, “between her legs. At the front and back.”

I growl, my body vibrating with rage as his words sink in.

“Julie pissed on her, which made her throw up. That’s what saved her from enduring any more of that brutality. Then she fought back when she was alone with the dude’s wife. She strangled her with the shower hose thing.” Marcus shakes his head as he thinks. “She started some fires upstairs, trying to distract them. Had a run-in with that Brock guy and used a doorstop to smash his head in. She said Julie was shooting at random in the barn trying to find her, and she saw you get shot, and that’s when she found a knife and stabbed Julie over and over until she died.” Tears spill over, and Marcus bats them away. “I’ll die before I let anyone else hurt her.”

I nod. “Yeah. Me too.”

We fall quiet for a few moments, our eyes remaining on the girl we share before Marcus speaks again.

“Sorry for being such a prick when I found out who you were.”

My brows shoot up, and I dart my eyes to him. “You don’t have to be sorry. I’d be pissed off if you actually just accepted it straight away. It’s a fucked up situation. Don’t think I’m not aware of that. If I could make myself younger, I would.” I scoff. “Hell, if I could turn these feelings I have for her off, I would, but I fucking can’t.”

He nods. “Yeah. I know how that feels.”

A tap sounds on the door, and Marcus sighs again, moving around the bed and shooting me an apologetic look before he leans down and strokes Kitten’s hair back, rousing her from sleep.

“Rhee, the nurses need to come in, so we have to leave now and get you back to your room.”

A small whimper of annoyance comes from Rhys, sending my lips north. She’s so fucking beautiful.

“Tell the nurses to fuck off.” She rasps. Her voice husky, probably from all the crying she’s done.

Marcus and I chuckle, which causes her eyes to flutter open. The two chocolate pools snag onto my stare, and she shoots me a sad smile.

“I don’t want to leave you.” She pouts, easing herself to sit up.

“It’s ok. I’ll be alright. You go and rest, and I’ll talk to you later.”

“Promise?”

I grin. “Of course, Kitten. I promise.”

Ignoring another tap on the door, Rhys leans forward, pressing her lips to mine in a brief kiss before pulling back. “I love you, Tyler Foster.”

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