Page 44 of Finding Redemption

“Of course I’m going to do your hair.Bella-Rey doesn’t get styled by just anyone.”

She smacked a kiss to my cheek.“Thank you!Can I watch TV?”

I groaned when she batted her lashes at me, giving me that innocent little angel look that she knew got me every time.She exploited her cuteness, but I wasn’t going to call her out on it.“Fine.But only if you stream something your dad or I have already preapproved.”

“Yay.Love you.”She skipped away, her small white robe tucked around her.While I’d had a day of firsts, nothing about the trip had been new for her.Private spa experiences with Sariah were a common occurrence.

“Love you too,” I called after her.

Beside me, Sariah made a slight noise, and I glanced over to make sure she was okay.Her lips trembled, but she quickly smushed them together to more evenly distribute the lipstick the artist had applied.I held out my hand, and she took it instantly, giving it a squeeze.“Don’t be jelly,” I teased.“I love you too.”

She gave a sound that was half laugh, half sob.“God, I love you so much I can’t breathe at times, Brooke.”

“That sounds like something you should see a doctor about.”She threw a makeup sponge at me.Laughing, the two of us sat hand in hand while the two stylists finished up with us.

Bella’s hair was done by the time Paxton and Luck got back.Leaving her to get dressed, I went into my room to change into the outfit Sariah had picked out for me.Seeing the long-sleeved black bodysuit and matching leggings, I cringed.I would have preferred a dress.But then I saw the sleeveless tan cardigan that went with it.Slipping it on, I examined myself in the full-length mirror.

The bodysuit and leggings clung to all my curves.With the low cut of the top and the push-up bra Sariah had included, my boobs looked amazing, but the cardigan gave a classy vibe.Knee-high, flat-heeled boots the same color as the cardigan completed the outfit.With my glammed-out makeup and my hair in sexy waves down my back, I didn’t recognize myself.

Paxton walked out of the bathroom dressed in a black tux, minus the tie.His white dress shirt was unbuttoned down past his pecs, showing off the ink on his chest.Scruff darkened his jaw, while his hair was styled back from his face in a way that made me want to run my fingers through it and muss it up.I nearly swooned, but it was the way his eyes raked over me that had my heart thumping against my chest in an almost painful beat.

“Jesus goddamn Christ,” he growled, stalking toward me.“How am I supposed to get through this night without killing every motherfucker who looks at you, kitten?”

I tilted my head back so I could still see his face, my breathing coming in shallow pants.He was too beautiful.Every eye was going to be on him, and I didn’t like it.Not one little bit.He was mine now, he’d made it a vow, and I would hold him to it.But that didn’t mean I liked to share.Not where he was concerned—never when it came to Paxton.

Swooping down, he picked me up with his hands on each hip.I wrapped my legs around his waist, a cry leaving my throat at how hard he already was.I could feel every inch of him through my bodysuit, but the flowy cardigan would hide us if anyone were to walk in.Squeezing my cheeks, he pressed me up against the wall, his mouth attacking mine with a groan that vibrated through him, making me shiver.

I kissed him back, enjoying the feral snarl he made when he realized the bodysuit was like a thong, snapping across my sex and sliding against my most intimate areas.“I’m going to be jealous of this piece of cloth all night, baby.How am I supposed to survive until I can get you back here and pound this sweet little pussy?I will be dripping come every time I look at you.”

His filthy mouth only made me wetter.“Is there time to pound me now?”

Groaning, he pressed his face into my neck.“For a quick fuck, yes.But I’m going to savor the first time I get inside you.”

“But…I hurt, Paxton.”

Thrusting his lower body against my core caused us both to groan.“Me too, kitten.So fucking bad.But I’m not going to hurt you just to get my dick wet.I’ll tear you in half with how hard I am right now.”He trailed openmouthed kisses up and down my neck, raking his teeth over my flesh, making me clutch at his shoulders as I tried to rock my hips against him in search of relief for the ache he stirred to life inside me.

Paxton’s hold on my hips tightened, locking me in place so it was impossible to move, to find the respite I was desperate for.“No, baby, we’ll both wait until later.But, swear to Christ, I’m going to spend the rest of the night so deep inside you that I touch your soul.”

ChapterTwenty-Seven

Paxton

Some prickwith a camera called out to Sariah as we walked the red carpet to the private box.With Bella holding one of my hands and the other around Brooke, I couldn’t protect her, but Luck was there to keep any asshole at bay.My security team stood out of view of the line of cameras, but close enough to offer me the comfort of knowing my girls were protected.

Photographers were lined up to take everyone’s picture, already posting to social media sites about the biggest names in MMA attending the latest fight.Sariah wasn’t unknown in this world because she’d been spotted with both Luck and me too many times.

They even knew Bella’s name and told her how pretty she was as she gave them a beaming smile.Her only outward sign that she was nervous was how she would reach up to grasp Brooke’s fingers, seeking comfort that Brooke readily provided.Each time Bella did it, they would lock eyes and share a silent conversation that would ease whatever fear my daughter had.Then her smile would brighten, and she would slowly drop her hold, until her anxiety spiked again.

But it was Brooke whom the paparazzi didn’t know, and it drove them wild.Seeing their interest in her drove me crazy.I wanted to hide her away, keep her all to myself.Which was impossible.If I wanted to keep her—and I fucking would—I had to share her.With Bella.With Sariah.Not these vultures.I didn’t owe them anything, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to give them a taste of my sassy little kitten.

Yet even as I wanted to hide her from their view, a part of me was desperate to publicly brand her.Show everyone who she belonged to, so no one would ever question it.When strangers saw her, they would know she was Paxton “Deathstroke” Foster’s woman.

Sariah shifted so that she was in the next blast of flashing lights from the cameras, a fierce look on her beautiful face as she blocked Brooke as much as possible from the people throwing questions her way.I gave her an approving nod, appreciating her need to protect Brooke that came close to matching my own.

“Deathstroke!”

“Over here, Deathstroke!”

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