“Beautiful girl,” he whispers and kisses my temple.
He eases out of me and I whimper from the loss of it. I want him back inside of me. I don’t want him to stop fucking me. I grab his shirt. “I need you,” I whisper. “P-please.”
He cups my face with a hand and smoothes my hair back from my cheek. “You want me to fuck you again, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy. Please, I missed you. I-I need you.”
He kisses me. It is gentle and slow. The way he’d normally kiss me before everything had gone to shit. Before I’d believed the lies that had always been too loud in my head and everything had fallen apart. I relax into his arms, wrap my arms around him and return his kiss. I love it when he kisses me like this.
“I wish I could spend every fucking minute of my day fucking you. Filling this fucking pussy over and over again.”
I shiver at the thought. I want that too. “I wish you could.”
Law picks me up off the counter and wraps my legs around his waist as he walks us through the penthouse and to our bedroom. “You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re mine. Say it.”
It isn’t easy to say, but this time I manage it. “I’m yours.”
“Good fucking girl.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
HONEY
“Your father’s a piece of shit, baby girl.”
I wince and look up from my phone. I have a ton of messages to catch up on. Tiffany is pissed for one. Juana is worried. The twins are threatening to get their mother to call the cops if I don’t turn up soon.
Damage control is needed to sort out my world, plus there are the notifications from BaristApp that are out of control. I have messages from several of the coffee shops I’d worked at regularly asking if I am all right or need anything. Another few had reached out to the admin of the app asking them to check my account for activity.
They were worried.
I never thought anyone would notice if I went missing, but bosses I’ve never spoken to outside of work have reached out to make sure I am okay. A few have even offered me a permanent position if that is what I need right now, so long as I make contact with them. When I’d thought no one had seen me, I was wrong. Even before Law, I was seen. I bite my lip and stare down at my phone and the notifications that seem endless. It is a lot to take in.
Even now, with the proof of it in my hands, it is difficult to shake off the lie I’d told myself for years, that it’d taken Law doing what he had done to me earlier, to break through to me. I’d had my phone with me while I’d been at the club but somehow things had slipped away from me there. I’d gotten turned around and the narrative I’d believed as a child had slipped right back over me again like nothing had changed.
I set my phone down on the bedside table where my book still sat. “How’d you do it?” I ask him quietly, choosing to ignore what he said about Zeus. I can’t think about my father. Not right now. I don’t know what his angle is with me, or what his next move is. If I think about it too much I’ll get anxious again.
“Do what?” Law asks. He’s toweling off his hair, skin still damp from the shower we just took together. I wrap the fluffy robe I’m wearing tighter around myself and settle further into the bed. Our bed. I picked the linens and the comforter that’s soft and fluffy, a pretty pale blush I know no one would ever think Law would sleep under, but it’s what I wanted so naturally, he gave it to me. Law doesn’t care about the decor of the penthouse so long as I’m happy. And being here makes me so fucking happy.
I’m glad that I’m back.The bedroom at the club never felt like mine. It was just a reminder of what I’d had here. What I’d missed every night that I’d gone to sleep in a bed that wasn’t mine.
“How did you get it-” I stop, my voice cracks and I frown because I don’t know how to say what I want, even though it’s on the tip of my tongue. I feel vulnerable. Like I’m a raw nerve that’s throbbing and exposed. “I don’t know what I want to say. I feel like everything that was screaming in my head was scooped out and now there’s just,” I shrug. “There’s silence.”
“Good. There’s supposed to be silence now.” He comes to the bed and slides in beside me. I close my eyes when he wraps an arm around me and holds me close to him. “You needed to let go, but I just had to break through to you. I knew you wanted to let me in, but the pain was necessary.”
I blush, remembering the way he slapped my pussy. It’d hurt, but I hadn’t wanted him to stop.
“I guess,” I whisper with a pout, even though I know he’s right.
I hear Law chuckle, the sound of it low and sweet in the dim lighting of the bedroom. He kisses the top of my head. “Don’t pout.”
I make a face but stop pouting when he tips my chin up to look at him. His eyes scan my face before he nods, satisfied.
“Good girl.”
The praise warms me instantly. It makes my insides feel like honey. That one word fills the space where I’d said it had felt like everything was screaming.Good girl. Those two words are a balm that I lean into. I’d missed this so much. I wrap my arms around him and close my eyes.
“I missed you so much.”
