Page 63 of Watch Me, Daddy

“Oh, he’s a man of many talents. But that night, he proved that his strength isn’t just physical—he’s a force to be reckoned with in every sense of the word,” Ada smiled.

“It sounds like he’s always been that way,” I remarked, a mixture of pride and fascination in my voice. I tried not to let my thoughts waver to the naughtier things we’d done together, but I felt my cheeks heating anyway.

His cock is a force to be reckoned with, too.

“Don’t tell him I said this, but what truly sets Aidan apart is his loyalty to us, his family. He may appear tough on the outside, but he’s a big ole softie when it comes to the ones he loves,” Ada said with a nod, her scarlet lips curving into a wistful smile.

“And he doesn’t just fight for himself. He fights for his family, for his friends, and now, it seems, for you,” Connor raised his glass, a glint of admiration in his eyes.

“It’s in his heart and his soul. He’d go to the ends of the earth to protect what’s his,” Caden added, his voice serious.

“Thank you for sharing that with me,” I said, my gaze moving from Ada to Connor to Caden. “It means a lot to know the kind of man Aidan truly is.”

“Consider it a sneak peek into the mystery that is Aidan Murphy,” Ada winked at me, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

My heart skipped a beat as the front door swung open. Aidan walked inside, his presence commanding the room despite the state he was in. Blood spatters stained his clothes, and a white bandage wrapped around his upper arm caught my attention immediately. I was on my feet in an instant, my worry evident as I rushed towards him.

“Aidan! What happened? Are you hurt?” I exclaimed.

“Irina, I’m alright. It’s just a scratch,” he replied. He managed a weary smile as he reached out to gently cup my cheek, his touch reassuring despite the circumstances. My gaze flickered to the blood on his clothes, and I couldn’t help but press my lips together in worry.

“A scratch? It doesn’t look like just a scratch,” I observed, my concern seeping from my every pore.

He chuckled softly and locked his eyes on mine. “Trust me. It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before. Just a bit of a scuffle.”

“Is he…?”

“He won’t be a problem anymore,” Aidan assured me, his voice firm.

“I knew you had it in you,” Ada exclaimed behind me.

“Us too,” Connor and Caden added in unison.

“Thank you for watching over Irina for me,” Aidan said, looking over my shoulder as he took my hand. “It’s time that I put her to bed,” he added resolutely.

“Geez, you two. It’s not even your wedding night yet,” Connor teased, and Aidan leveled him with a firm look.

“Okay, okay, we’re going!” Connor continued. The three of them said their goodbyes, and before I knew it, Aidan and I were once again alone.

“I missed you, my little girl,” he murmured.

“I missed you too, my Daddy,” I whispered.

With a gentle tug, he pulled me towards him and surrounded me in his arms. In an instant, all my stress and worries washed away like grains of dirt in a summer rainstorm. My head rested against his chest, and I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear, a soothing reminder that he was here with me and that everything was okay. As his fingers gently stroked my hair, a sense of calm washed over me, and I closed my eyes, allowing myself to melt into his embrace.

His touch felt both tender and possessive as he reached into his pocket. Then he took my left hand and slipped something onto my ring finger. My gaze flickered down to see a delicate, yet beautifully intricate engagement ring glinting in the soft light.

A brilliant diamond sat nestled at the center, catching the light in a dazzling display of colors. The central stone was pristine and clear. It was surrounded by smaller diamonds that cascaded down the band to either side. The platinum setting accentuated the purity of the diamonds, its sleek design a perfect balance between elegance and modernity.

It was beautiful.

“This belongs to you now,” he said, his voice a mixture of certainty and vulnerability. His words, spoken in that low, commanding tone, resonated in my ears and sent a shiver cascading down my spine.

There was no question in his voice. He wasn’t asking. He was taking, and that made my core clench tight with arousal.

As I stared at the ring, a flutter of emotions surged within me. There was a weight to his words, a declaration that went beyond just a piece of jewelry. It was a symbol of his claim over me, a reminder that I was his and he was mine. The idea sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of excitement and trepidation. But more than that, there was a sense of belonging, of being cherished in a way I hadn’t ever experienced before.

I looked up at him, my heart racing, and found his eyes fixed on mine, his gaze unyielding yet filled with a tenderness that took my breath away. And as his fingers brushed against my cheek, I leaned into his touch, feeling the truth of his words deep within me.

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