Page 24 of Damaged Princess

"I'm going to spank your ass raw for the way you acted yesterday with Evie. Then you don't have to feel guilty about it anymore."

"I'm pretty sure the owners won't consider a spanking enough to wipe the slate clean," she whispers.

"You'd be surprised," I say, trying to hold back the laugh. "But how about this? If anyone questions you about anything from here on out then you direct them to me. It's that simple."

"Because you'll be my Dom?" she asks. Her chest heaves with each rapid breath. "Do I have to call you 'Sir'?”

"Oh, sweet girl," I murmur against her lips. "I'd much prefer for you to call me 'Daddy'."

Anastasia gasps. I'm not sure how it happens, but the next thing I know she's grinding over my cock and whimpering into my mouth. She tastes like a cherry slushie with some type of tart citrus mixed in. Her pheromones hit me square in thechest. The low, vibrating purr that shakes out of my chest is surprising.

Ana smirks. "Are you going to spank me, Daddy?"

"Fuck yes, princess," I growl. "You're not going to like me very much when I'm done, but let's see if we can clear your conscience."

Anastasia bites her lip, blinking up at me from under her lashes. "Okay."

I'm so fucking fucked, I realize as my heart races. She's pure goddamn trouble and one-hundred percent mine.

I blink at the door long after Anastasia walks out it. I broke down her walls once. I don't care if they're twice as high this time. I don't give up without a fight.

"Those fucking assholes must have a death wish," I growl at Wolfe and Castro.

Cas sighs.

Wolfe snorts. His head tilts, appraising just how close Anastasia is to the ski-instructor with no survival instincts. Brad or Tad, or whatever the fuck his name is, slides his knee between Ana's legs and grinds his cock against her pussy.

"Chad really does want to die today," I say, swiping a hand over my face. It doesn't work. The little bastard is still touching my omega.

Wolfe laughs. "I don't want to say I told you so, but dude. I so totally fucking told you so."

I growl, shoving Wolfe away with my shoulder, but he only laughs harder. I should kill him, too. I'm not fucking pleased to hear he spent the night with Ana.

Cas rolls his eyes at the both of us. He assured me there was no sex, but I've still had a few fantasies of choking the life out of Wolfe. He's on thin ice. We've been through it together, and yeah, he's like family. But still, he's the kind of family I'll happily murder in his sleep if he's not careful.

"You know I didn't fuck her, right?" Wolfe says, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yeah, I was there for her and we hung out, but I never stuck my dick inside her."

I scoff, swiping a hand over my face.

"I'm serious," Wolfe growls. "Could I have? Maybe, but honestly I doubt it. For whatever reason, she really liked your ass. She was so fucking sad. You might not like seeing her like this, but let me just say,fuck you and your feelings."

He glares.

I glare right back.

"If you'd bothered to listen to me or Cas then you wouldn't be here right now. She was so fucking despondent to the point it got concerning. So yeah, man, suck it up and deal because I'll take this Ana any day of the week over the one we got while you were gone."

"Jesus fucking Christ," I say, shaking my head and staring at my boots. "I tried to call and text her regularly. I told you to have her call me. I even tried to buy her a goddamn phone once I realized hers was shut off and she wasn't just ignoring me."

Wolfe gives me a look that says that isn't enough. I sigh, shaking my head. He could have tried harder to make sure she knew I was coming back. I fucking called to check on her every single day! My eyes narrow as my brain spins through facts.

"You wanted her for yourself," I growl, slamming my palms into his chest. "You knew I was coming back. You knew I was worried about her. You could've tried a little fucking harder to make her understand that. Instead, you what, play games, trying to slide in while I was away?"

Wolfe and I are pretty evenly matched in height, but I've got a bigger build. We glare at each other with our faces only inches apart.

"You're losing your shit right now," Wolfe says, shaking his head. "And if you believe that, well then, fuck you, too. I was the one stuck watching her get worse every goddamn day you were away. Cas and I both made it clear you needed to prioritize Ana over whatever bullshit vendetta you've got for her old man."

I growl, but Wolfe takes a step back. Of course he doesn't get it. He didn't listen to the way Ana talked about her father and the way he treated her and her mother. If he'd heard what I did then he'd have been with me in New York.

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