Page 82 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

The way her eyes filled with tears made me press my forehead against hers.

“Please believe me.” I took her hand and pressed it to my bare chest beneath my shirt. “I need you, my sweet little fairy. Let me take care of you. Let me be—”

“Daddy,” she choked out.

My mouth was on hers a second later, stealing her breath as I kissed her. Ari clutched my arm with her free hand, her nails digging into my shirt. I could feel the desperation radiating off her like she needed me closer.

I chose her. I picked Ari over my family. She didn’t fully comprehend what I’d done. Despite what Arlo had told me to do, I wasn’t ready to give her the whole sordid truth about my father and my family. In time, I would be. Right now, I needed things to be okay between us. I needed her to understand she was the only person I’d ever wanted with me, always.

“Stay,” I whispered against her mouth. “Stay with me, Tinkerbell. No more deals. Just you and me, okay? You and me.”

“I’ll stay.”

I tugged her against me, pressing her soft body into mine with one hand on her back. The other snaked around her neck, gripping her throat because it was where my hand fucking belonged. I tipped her head back slightly, staring into her chestnut eyes.

“I’m going to collar you, make you get on your knees, and punish you when you disobey me. You understand that, right? Even if I consider you my equal, you’re still going to submit to me. You’re still my little pet.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Her hands slid under my unbuttoned shirt, dancing across my skin like she needed to touch me more than anything else. I allowed it. Giving her what she needed fuelled me. I’d spend a lifetime taking care of her.

“Do you forgive me?”

She nodded, biting her lip as she continued to explore my body. I extracted her teeth from her lip with my thumb.

“Words, Tink. Use them.”

“I forgive you.”

I smiled, dragging my thumb over her bottom lip.

“You seem a little distracted. Does my little fairy need daddy to make her feel good?”

Her eyes fixed on mine, need and lust swelling in those brown depths.

“Please.”

I pressed my thumb between her lips.

“You understand why I’m going to punish you for shouting at me first, don’t you?”

She licked the pad of my thumb and nodded. That little tongue was going to be put to very good use in a minute.

“Good.” I pulled my thumb from her mouth and leant back. “Now come, I have plans for you.”

I got to my feet and put my hand out. Ari slid her fingers between mine, allowing me to tug her upright. She followed me over to my desk, waiting next to me while I cleared a space in the middle of it, setting my computer to the side. I turned to her, giving her a smile.

“On your knees, my bad little fairy. It’s time you showed daddy you can be a good girl. If you are, I’ll reward you, but make no fucking mistake… I’m going to take everything. You better be ready to have all your little holes stretched and used because you won’t be leaving this room until I’ve reminded you of exactly who you belong to.”

Twenty Eight

Zayn

Ari moved in between me and the desk, lowering herself to her knees by my feet. Her head tipped back so she could meet my eyes and await further instruction. I didn’t know what I’d have done if she’d wanted to walk away from me. I was fucking glad she’d stayed. And now I was going to make sure she understood how things would be between us going forward. What it meant to be my little pet while also being my woman. I wanted to push my girl to her limits until she broke apart from the pleasure I would give her.

I slid my shirt from my shoulders, throwing it on the desk behind her. Then I pointed at my belt and raised my brow. Ari reached up, unbuckling it for me and unzipping my trousers. Her eyes remained on mine even as she tugged the sides apart and stroked her fingers across my boxers.

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