Page 44 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

“You hate me. How original.” I threw the gag on the desk and took hold of her jaw. “Hate me all you want, Tink, doesn’t change the fact we have a deal and you’re not upholding your side of the bargain.”

The glare I got made me smile.

“This is some power trip for you, isn’t it? Getting to be in control and making me do everything you tell me.”

I shook my head. Silly girl. If she thought I was drunk off power, she was mistaken. All of this was for her own fucking good. Ari could deny she needed someone to take care of her, but I could see it in her eyes. She wanted it.

“Is that what you think of me, huh? That I’m a tyrant?”

“Yes,” she practically spat.

She had no fucking idea. I could make her life hell if I wanted to. What she’d experienced so far was nothing.

“Mmm, I don’t think you know who I truly am, Arianna.”

Before she could say a word, I forced her mouth open with both hands and held her tongue in place with my thumb on the end of it. Her eyes widened when I leant over her, gathered up a ball of spit and let it trail down from my mouth to hers. It pooled on her tongue. Seeing it satisfied me in ways I couldn’t begin to explain.

“Sono tuo padre, bambina.”

I forced her mouth closed and released it. Arianna blinked as if she was stunned by what I’d just done. To be honest, I hadn’t exactly thought about the consequences, merely acted on instinct. She swallowed and swayed on her feet, making me wrap an arm around her back to steady her.

“Padre,” she whispered, her eyes flicking down to the tattoo on my neck.

I thought it was a little on the nose to have daddy tattooed on my neck and I wasn’t going to havepapàeither. It was too informal for my tastes.

Her brow furrowed for a long moment, then she looked up at me. I could practically see the thoughts running through her brain. She was struggling to understand what I meant.

“You… you…”

I didn’t say a word, just kept staring at her beautiful face. She’d get there, eventually.

“You’re… you want to be… you want me to call you…”

Something about the look in her eyes had me moving closer until our faces were inches apart and wrapping my free hand around the back of her head, cradling it.

“Call me what, Tink?” I murmured.

She swallowed before licking her bottom lip.

“Daddy.”

Her sweet little voice sunk into my bones. It was the best sound I’d heard in my entire life. I didn’t know how much I needed it until I heard it out of her mouth. It was something I’d been into for years, but to have my little fairy say the word was something else entirely.

I was about to respond when Ari did something unexpected. She pressed her mouth against mine, stealing all my fucking words and thoughts out of my head. I was frozen on the spot as this maddening girl kissed me. It wasn’t shy or tentative. She moved her mouth against my still one, her tongue darting out to lick the seam of my lips.

I shouldn’t kiss her back. In fact, I should rip myself away from her and ask her what the fuck she was playing at.

Did I do that?

No.

The moment her tongue met my lip, I groaned, opening my mouth for her to slide inside. It was all I needed to respond. My tongue curled around hers, then I was attacking her mouth and pressing her against my body. She let out a little squeak of surprise, but it didn’t stop me. I wanted to feast on her pretty mouth until I was breathless and gasping for air.

Ari rubbed herself against me the best she could with her hands cuffed behind her back. She moaned in my mouth, kissing me back with as much passion and ferocity as I gave her. It was like she wanted to crawl inside me and make herself at home. My hand tightened around the back of her head, angling it so I could kiss her deeper.

It wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I needed… more.

Backing her away towards the wall, I pressed kisses to her jaw, tasting her delicate skin.

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