Page 12 of Still His

CHAPTER3

Simon

I have no doubt she’s called Darcy to confirm whether or not she actually snitched. She did, but not in the way I alluded to.

In reality, I cornered the poor girl. I’ve always known how afraid of me she was, so I used it to my advantage. Plausible deniability by making her confess Cat’s plans.

She had already confided in me as Dante that she was coming home so it wasn’t hard to figure out that Darcy would be the first to know.

Growing up, those two were thick as thieves and, even though Cat had moved away, I knew that hadn’t changed much. They would forever be best friends.

The question is, how long will it take Cat to put it all together and confront me.

Oh, she’s pissed, but she’s playing a game she can’t win.

She came down for dinner looking like sex on a stick, acting like nothing is bothering her when I know better. Does she really think I wouldn’t see past the passive aggressive air about her?

Like I didn’t raise her?

Shit.

This situation is all kinds of fucked up, but I know my girl and she’s pissed about something.

“Are you going to tell me what’s bothering you, kitty cat?” I ask, and her eyes narrow ever so slightly.

“Not sure what you’re talking about, Dad.” Her voice is steady but it holds a mocking tone. “I’m completely fine. Dinner was amazing, thank you for ordering my favourite.” She continues the conversation like I didn’t realize she just lied through her teeth.

She’s always been like this. Passive aggressive until I drag it out of her.

But that was then, this is now. She’s no longer just my little girl, she’s mine. Period. And she’s walking a dangerous line at the moment.

“Oh, Catherine.” I put down my scotch and roll the sleeves of my shirt up, making a show of it and taking my time. I see her eyes watching my every move, her chest moving up and down in time with her breathing. “You know I don’t like it when you lie to me.” I finish rolling my sleeves and give her a pointed look.

Her breath catches for just a second before she rolls her eyes and smirks at me.

Oh, kitty cat. You’re going to pay for that sass.

“Yeah? And what? I’m not a child anymore, Simon. You can’t just lecture me to death until I tell you every single thought I’m having,” she snaps.

I give her an easy grin, standing up to move closer to her end of the table before stopping behind her chair.

I’m going to enjoy this brattier version of her.

“Oh, Cat.” I lean down, my arms resting on each side of her, so my mouth is at her ear. Her body stiffens from the closeness, and I smile to myself. “I am more than aware you aren’t a child anymore.” My arms move off the chair, slowly travelling up her arms, making her shiver. “I’ve been quite aware for years, actually,” I whisper into her ear and she whimpers, the sound going straight to my dick.

“What do you mean?” she whispers back as my hands move up and down her arms before sliding across her waist, resting just below her gorgeous tits.

“All in good time. But right now,” I nip her ear with my teeth making her gasp and rub her thighs together. “You need to see just how Daddy is going to handle his kitten when she doesn’t behave.” I stand up and watch her eyes go wide, her entire body frozen.

Yeah, baby. I know all about your job and sexual preferences.

Not giving her a chance to ask what I mean, I cross my arms over my chest, making no move to hide just how badly I want her.

“Stand up and bend over the table, kitten.” She blinks at me a few times and silently moves to do as I say, the obedience making my dick throb against my jeans.

Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be inside of her, finally feeling her choking my dick like I’ve dreamt of for the past four years.

Biting my lip to stop the groan, I move up behind her and palm her ass, listening to her heavy breathing as she moves her ass back into my hands with a groan.

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