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She glared at me, her eyes darting between mine. Finally, her body relaxed, and she nodded.

“Words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I’m not saying that.” She shook her head, her voice thick, and I could tell that she was curious about trying the name out. It was dancing on the tip of her tongue, but she needed encouragement. She licked her lips, dropping her gaze. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick.

The more she heard it, the more she’d be willing to give in. “Suck Daddy’s cock, baby girl.”

She shook her head again.

“God damnit, Thea.” I grabbed the back of her head and yanked her head up to meet mine. “Stop being so fucking difficult.”

Thea’s mouth split into a grin, and her eyes sparkled with amusement. She was enjoying disobeying me, and I was going to enjoy turning her tanned skin a dark shade of red.

Chapter twelve

Thea

Thea

I was a psychopath. Seriously. There was something wrong with me to make me so hot and heavy for the douche bag that was Calder. He’d been an asshole to me since the second I met him, yet I’d been attracted to him, too. I supposed it checked out though, and my track record could vouch for that.

Calder’s hand wrapped around my throat and he yanked me to my knees. The movement pushed my body against his. I gulped as his grip tightened, cutting off air. I guess I’d always been a sucker for pain. I’d spent my entire adult life in a relationship that caused me emotional damage, and Calder was my type in that aspect.

I wanted to hate myself, the way my body reacted to him. He was right. I was soaked for him. I was enjoying the way he was tossing me around like I weighed nothing. I’m not the skinniest girl, and my weight never bothered me. But being handled by him—Parker and Hendrix, too—made me feel sexier than I’d ever felt before.

So, as much as I was fighting him with my mouth, I wasn’t fighting him physically, and something told me he liked my resistance. I did, too. I knew I was going to regret it, but when he told me to stop being difficult, it only made me want to push him even further. I yearned to see just how badly he’d burn for me. How badly he’d take out his frustrations on me. I’d been used to verbal insults with Kyle, and honestly, if he’d have taken out that anger in a healthy way, maybe I could have actually tolerated him.

“Fuck. You.” I said, my words drawn out in a slow and stern tone.

Calder’s smile turned into a scowl, his brows furrowing. The hand on my throat moved to grip my jaw, and the bite of his nails digging into my cheeks caused me to wince. “I’m beginning to think you enjoy being a naughty little vixen.”

I shrugged, pretending to be unphased, even though I was worried about how he’d react. My body was on fire, and his touch was igniting the flame.

“Calder,” Hendrix said.

I’d forgotten he was here. I turned toward him, and Calder let go of my face. Hendrix stood, his arms crossed in the doorway. He looked conflicted, like he wanted to watch, but felt he should step in before things got heated. I wanted to promise him I was fine, that whatever Calder did to me, I could handle, that I probably had worse in my life.

“Get out, Hen,” Calder snapped. “She’s mine tonight.”

Hendrix shook his head. “No way in Hell, bro.”

Hendrix and I made eye contact, his face soft with concern for me, but I gave him a single nod to let him know I was fine. He dipped his chin in acknowledgement and hesitated before turning away. The door remained open, and I wondered if it was so he could hear me if I called for him.

Anticipation rolled through me, warming my entire body. I clenched my thighs to relieve the ache between them. Calder gripped my chin and pulled my gaze toward him. “Let me hear you say it, little vixen.”

I darted my tongue out to wet my lips, peering up at him. “I don’t think I feel like it.”

A deep chuckle left his chest, and his grip on my face tightened. “Fine. You want to play it like that?”

His grip loosened, and then he was shoving me onto the mattress. With one swift movement, I was being flipped onto my stomach. I squirmed to free myself of his rough grip on my hips. A burn stung through my flesh at the same time the sound of fabric tearing filled the air.

Oh God. He’d ripped my shorts and panties off.

“Calder,” I gasped, right before the sting of his hand struck my ass.

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