Page 64 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

It’d been almost a week since I’d first fucked her over my desk at home. Yesterday, I’d enjoyed having Ari sit on it with her wet little pussy on full display for me while I worked. Hearing her make those pained little noises of frustration behind the gag I placed in her mouth for misbehaving. When I finally did fuck her, she’d been so beautiful, clawing the desk and begging me to stop when I’d made her come too much. Some days, she struggled when she had too much on her mind, which was perfectly okay. I had ways of making it happen if she wanted it, like working her up so much, she could think of nothing else but the pleasure I gave her.

Ari closed the distance between us, staring up at me with confusion in her expression. I reached out and stroked her curls.

“Do you need me to kiss that look off your face so you stop being irrational?”

“I’m not being irrational.”

“You are, Tink. It’s adorable.”

She shoved my hand away from her hair.

“I’m not being adorable, Zayn. This is me being angry at the situation we’re in. I don’t get to call you mine because of the shit in our lives, so excuse me for hating the idea of someone taking you away from me.”

Now I knew the real reason she was upset. Seeing me with Remi reminded her we weren’t actually together, nor could we be. At least… not yet.

Reaching up, I gripped her neck with one hand and tugged her closer, forcing her to look at me. I could see the war going on in her mind. She wanted my hand around her neck, but she was irritated with me at the same time.

“The only woman I have any interest in is standing right in front of me, Arianna. This disobedient little brat who can’t seem to keep her mouth shut even though she knows she’ll get punished for it. I’m convinced she enjoys it when she’s in trouble. She likes it when I punish her, and she especially appreciates it when I follow it up with my cock deep inside her. If I didn’t have a surprise for her, I’d put her over my desk right now, stretch out those beautiful little holes of hers so I can fuck her until she remembers who she belongs to because she seems to have forgotten. Now open your mouth.”

She did as I told her, staring at me with wide eyes as she watched me dribble spit down into it.

“Swallow it like a good girl and I’ll consider this little outburst forgiven.”

Ari closed her mouth and swallowed.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” she whispered before biting her lip.

I leant closer so I could use my teeth to detach hers from her lip and bit it myself. Then I kissed her until she was melting against me with her hand dug into my hair. When I released her, Ari was flushed and looked like she desperately wanted me to bury any part of me inside her body. I didn’t have time for that, however.

Taking her hand, I brought her around my desk and made her sit on it as I took a seat in my chair. I slid my hand into my pocket and brushed my fingers over the small box in it.

“Firstly, I’ve asked Remi to take you out for the afternoon so you two can get to know each other. And you can see exactly why you have nothing to be worried about.”

“But it’s not safe for me to go out.”

“My younger brother is going with you and will keep you safe, Ari. He’s under strict instructions about where to take you so it’s safe and no one will know, okay?”

She looked worried for a moment more before nodding.

“Okay. It would be nice to get out for a bit… and I guess I’d like to get to know Remi if she’s important to you.”

I fought against the urge to smile. Instead, I took a hold of her hand and placed the box from my pocket in it.

“And this is because I thought you would like it.”

I let go of her hand and sat back, watching her stare down at the box with a raised eyebrow. She opened it with her other hand and gave a little squeak. I’d seen her wear these before when my father took business meetings with hers and she’d been there. It was a little golden ear cuff with a chain attached to a stud.

She took it out and set the box on the desk. I knew she liked it from the joy written on her features. Ari wasn’t used to getting gifts. She’d told me so last week in bed, but she appreciated it when I bought her things.

“It’s so pretty.”

I took it from her fingers. She hopped off the desk and sat in my lap, turning her head so I could put it on her.

“Thank you, daddy.”

“You’re welcome.”

The way she’d taken to calling me that had my heart in knots every time it happened.

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