Page 22 of Destroyer

"It is a club for Daddies and Littles."

"You are old. You be the daddy,” he suggests. “But then not is there kissing?”

“It's not that kind of Dad. It's not a father figure, but a sexy older man.”

“Then you are Daddy because you are old and sexy.”

I force a smile, give up fighting the losing battle and move on. "And you are young, but I need to tell you about being a Little."

"Do I get to call you Daddy?"

"Baby, you need to know more about being a Little."

"Teach me Daddy," Nico flips around onto his knees, I've barely pulled onto the drive. The little demon leans across, and his lips are on mine before the engine is off.

For five minutes, the wild boy owns me with his mouth, his arms are around me, fingers in my hair and clothes, dishevelling my workwear. I wouldn't complain about receiving this attention every night when I get home. It would certainly stop the late nights that dominated my life when I held my previous role.

"Get inside, little demon." I push him off me and the feral imp disappears from the car.

My movements betray my suspicions as there is no trace of the little devil from the car to the door. My property is nowhere near as large as Knox's, but still has a landscaped front garden before the double frontage house. Nico isn't anywhere.

As I line the key up with the door, it opens from the inside, Nico frowning out at me.

"You did take your time."

"Brat."

"Shall I put on the coffee machine?" Nico asks innocently, tugging his bottom lip through his teeth.

"Yes. I need a shower, then we have to get ready to go out tonight."

"Tonight, we go Malenkaya Printsessa?" Nico wails like an absolute brat. "But not have you practised being a daddy."

I am one hundred percent certain he is acting, giving me a sample of how well he would fit in at Malenkaya Printsessa. His ability to morph into what other people want him to be will continue to amaze me until the day I die.

Maybe Knox is right about this boy taking after his mother, from what little I remember of her, she was a pleasing enough woman. She certainly had Edward, Carrie and Gavriil singing from her song sheet. If only she had read Carrie's boyfriend better.

I long to reach the stage in our relationship where I can order Nico to wash me in the shower. I'm not even at the leaving the door unlocked stage yet. Even in my own ensuite.

The shower is hot and powerful, quickly steaming up the space.

I can't enjoy it for as long as I want; I still have to enlighten Nico on his mission tonight.

God help me, why did I let Knox talk me into this.

I hit the water off and step out of the cubicle, grabbing for my towel.

"Thank you," I mutter, taking the fluffy towel from Nico's outstretched hand, before I realise he's even there. "The door was locked."

"You spell little as L-I-T-T-L-E?" He's sitting on the built in unit, with his socked feet on the toilet seat, frowning at my iPad.

"Well done." I praise, drying my face and hair.

"There is your coffee." He steps down and abandons me in the room.

"Uh, right, yes," I declare to the room in general. Why does anything this boy does surprise me?

Chapter fifteen

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