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He filled her mouth again, not bothering to be gentle. It was, after all, a punishment, and even though he wasn’t upset with her, he was determined to teach her to hold back on the sass when she was already in trouble. Getting her to stop talking back altogether was a lost cause, but he’d settle for a modicum of respect when she’d been naughty.
By the time he poured himself down her throat, her makeup was a mess. Lipstick was smeared halfway across her cheek and her mascara had begun to run. Pulling out of her mouth, he brushed his thumb in a circle around her mouth, deliberately smearing her lipstick even further
“Still feeling sassy?”
“Not so much, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl. You did such a good job taking Daddy’s cock down your throat. Daddy’s very proud of you, baby.”
As always, her eyes lit up at his praise. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Up you go. Our guests are probably waiting on us.”
“Just a second. I need to go fix my makeup.”
“Absolutely not.” With his hand still tangled in her hair, he helped her to her feet, forcing her head back so he could claim her lips in a hard, punishing kiss. “I want the whole club to see what a filthy mess I’ve made of my little girl.”
Eyes darkening with need, she swallowed hard. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. And if you’re very good, I’ll make sure the rest of your makeup gets properly ruined when I’m done paddling your ass later.”
“I can’t wait.”
27
I OWN YOU, CHARLOTTE DUVALL (REPRISE)
LOTTIE
She tried not to be self-conscious of the fact that her makeup was probably completely ruined. At the very least, she was positive her lipstick hadn’t survived the very thorough face-fucking her Daddy had just given her.
“Stop fussing or I’ll tie your hands behind your back.”
“I can’t help it! I feel weird.”
“Well, you look beautiful. So leave it alone.”
Dammit. He made it so hard to be mad at him when he said things like that. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
Luckily, they made it to the VIP booth he’d reserved for his brothers and their plus ones not too much later. And if any of them noticed how messed up her makeup was, nobody said a thing.
“All right, what’s the big news?” Desmond—she was pretty sure he was Desmond and not Damian, since he was sitting with a gorgeous man instead of Emily—asked, his voice hard and a tad annoyed sounding.
The man beside him, Bastian, if she remembered Braden’s rundown of who was who in his family correctly, laid a hand on Desmond’s thigh and squeezed. It reminded her of the way Braden touched her when she was pushing her luck.
Interesting.
Sliding his arm around her waist, Braden pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her temple before grinning at his family. “Lottie and I are getting married.”
“Oh my gosh!” With a happy squeal, Emily vaulted from her seat and threw her arms around Lottie’s neck. “We can wedding plan together! Have you gotten a dress yet? I haven’t, and I don’t really even know where to go.” Pulling away, Emily’s expression dimmed. “Sorry, I shouldn’t make assumptions. You probably want to go dress shopping with your mom.”
A lump formed in Lottie’s throat. “I…”
The arm around her waist tightened. “Lottie’s mom passed away a few years ago. I’m sure she’d love to go dress shopping with you, honey.”
“Oh, god.” Eyes widening, Emily pressed her hands to her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
