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She shakes her head.
“Because I made it crystal clear to him that if he ever came near you, I’d break every single bone in his body. At the time, I knew nothing could happen between us because you were my best friend’s sister. Loyalty is everything to me, and I would never betray him. Despite not being able to have you, I knew I’d still do anything it took to make you feel safe.”
I let my gaze roam over her delicate features for a few seconds before I go on. Her lips part and her hands are still resting on my pecs. I’m hoping it’s a good sign that she’s still touching me.
“I kept my distance. I didn’t ask Kieran about you because I didn’t want to tip him off that I’ve thought about you every single day since that night. I tried not to. But every time I closed my eyes, there you were. I kept my obsession a secret, but all it took was your brother seeing us together for him to know I have feelings for you. He gave me his blessing today. Not having that was the only thing that kept me from hunting you down and pursuing you years ago. So, tell me right here, right now you want nothing to do with me and I’ll leave. If you don’t tell me that, if you don’t say those words, the chase is on, Little girl.”
9
CHLOE
Ican’t catch my breath. Is he insane? He’s liked me for seven years? That…that can’t be right. Sure, I’ve thought he was hot since the first time I met him. Droolworthy. I might have even thought of him a few hundred times while using my vibrator, but that’s beside the point.
Now, after supposedly liking me all this time, he’s gotten my brother’s blessing, and he expects me to fall in line with his, well, whatever it is he’s thinking. Bash is one of the top-ranking men in the Irish mafia. He’s used to getting anything and everything he wants. And what’s with all this Daddy stuff? I’m not hating it. But I’m confused. I’ve never had a man like this in my life. I mean, my brother is intense, but he’s my brother. It’s different with him. With Bash, it’s like all his attention—all his focus—is solely on me, yet it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since he saved me.
“I’m getting impatient, Chloe. I’m going to count to three, and if you don’t tell me you want nothing to do with me, that’s it. This is the only time I’ll give you an out. One.”
My eyes widen. If I tell him I want nothing to do with him, it would be a lie. A big one. I wonder, though, if I don’t say it, what does that mean for me? He’s already shown me that he won’t think twice about doing whatever he wants when it comes to me. He came here with his friends while I wasn’t home to install a bunch of security stuff, for God’s sake. He’ll walk all over me if I let him.
“Two.”
That’s the thing about me, though. I won’t let him. I’m not going to lie down and let him do whatever he wants. I’m not that kind of girl. At least, I don’t want to be. I’ve done enough of that with my father, letting him mow me over to be the perfect daughter. And what did that get me? A bunch of scars, a degree I never wanted, and a date with someone who tried to drug me. I don’t know Bash very well, but something tells me he would rather die than let anything happen to me. He’s a protector. Even if the way he protects is a little…unhinged.
Lying to him would probably be the smart move. The safest move for my heart. Because I think Bash could be the guy who could actually shatter it to pieces if he wanted to. My brother wouldn’t have given his blessing if he thought Bash would ever do that, though. Kieran would literally kill him if he did. They might be best friends, but Kieran and I are blood. He’s more protective of me than anything.
I meet Bash’s gaze and stare at him. He might get his way right now but I’m sure as hell not going to always let that happen.
As if he can see the decision settle in my mind, he smiles. “Three.”
And then he crashes his mouth to mine.
His kiss is rough and claiming. Passionate but demanding. I grip the front of his shirt and wrap my legs around his waist. Our teeth clink together as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. My entire body is on fire. My core aches and my nipples send a zing right to my pussy as they press against my bra. His cock is rock hard against me. I’m nobody special. I’m certainly not the type of woman I would expect him to like. I’d expect him to be with a runway model instead of someone short and chubby like me, who has a stuffed duck in my bed that I have to sleep with every night. It thrills me that I can make him react like..that.
When he pulls away, his eyes are blazing. “You’re mine, Chloe. Do you understand? Mine.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re delusional, you know that? You can’t come in here and declare that I’m yours. It doesn’t work like that.”
His lips curl into a smile. “Wanna bet? I gave you an out. You didn’t take it. So now, you belong to me.”
Part of me wants to smack the arrogant smile off his face, but the other part of me is a needy bitch who likes his caveman side. My drenched panties like it too.
“We need to deal with your punishment for swearing,” he murmurs.
My mouth drops open. “You can’t punish me for swearing.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Yes. I can. I’m your Daddy now, and no swearing is one of my rules.”
I’m your Daddy now.
Is there a hose around here somewhere? Because I need to cool down. I shouldn’t get a thrill this intense over those words. Even if having a Daddy Dom has always been a fantasy of mine. I used to think I was a freak, but then I realized it’s more common than I imagined. Paisley is into it too. It’s why we’re such good friends. We know each other’s deepest secrets and desires. Despite my love of the color yellow and hers for black, we’re two peas in a pod.
“Do you want to know what happens to Little girls who break the rules?”
My gaze snaps to his. Do I want to know? Fuck yes, I do. But also, I shouldn’t want to be punished. Definitely not. My heart pounds so hard against my ribcage that I’m afraid it might break a bone. Being spanked is intriguing. I’ve read so many books that have scenes where the man spanks his woman, and as embarrassing as it is to admit, I’ve read most of those scenes one-handed. I was using my other to touch myself until I got off on the vision of me being the one getting spanked.
His pupils dilate as he watches me squirm while dirty thoughts consume me. Then, he flexes his hips slightly, pressing his erection into my core. “Little girls who swear get their mouths fucked by their Daddy. But since it’s probably a bit too soon for that to happen, maybe I should put you over my knee instead.”
Holy hell. I chew on my bottom lip as I think about Bash fucking my mouth. That doesn’t seem like a punishment to me. It seems like a treat. Then I picture him putting me over his knee, but the sound of a hammer interrupts my thoughts. We’re not alone here.
