"Yes," she whispered, almost unrecognizable. "I want it. I want you."
I groaned, a real, pained sound. "Lie back. Let Daddy look at you." She melted, her thighs already falling open. I just stared at her like she was the only thing that mattered. "God, you're beautiful." My thumb traced her cheek. I bent and kissed her, slowly at first, then harder, my hand under her neck like I couldn’t let go for even a second. She kissed me back, frantic. I wanted her, all of her, and when I tugged off my shirt, heat rolled through her so quickly she almost whimpered. My body was solid muscle, arms covered in ink, scars everywhere. She wanted to touch every inch of me, but I was already over her, kneeling between her legs, opening the condom. I rolled it on with hands that shook, just a little.
"Daddy’s going to go slow," I promised. "If you want to stop, you say so. You’re in charge, princess." She was shaking, but it wasn't fear. It was too much wanting, too much everything. I slicked myself with lube, then my fingers went back to her, gentle, circling her clit once, twice, opening her up with slow, careful strokes. Then I pressed the tip of my cock to her. Waited. "Tell me if it hurts."
She nodded, breathless. I pushed in, slowly, so slowly, barely an inch at a time, and it nearly killed me.
"Please. More. I need it." I groaned and eased in another inch. I braced myself on my elbows, watching every micro-expression on her face. I moved, slow and careful, hips flexing until she could feel every inch, every vein, pushing deeper inside. Her body stretched around me, greedy, desperate, and I realized—she wanted it. She actually wanted it. I groaned, sweat beading at my temples. "Fuck, Lottie...you’re...you’re perfect. So fucking tight. Daddy loves how you feel." Her hands gripped my shoulders. She clung to me, nails digging in, and I didn't flinch. I wanted it. The way my whole body trembled told her everything she needed to know. That she was good, that she was wanted, that I wasn't holding it together any better than she was. I started rocking, not hard at first, just relentless, letting her adjust. I swallowed every sound she made, kissed her cheek and her lips and her neck like I couldn’t stand not touching every part of her at once.
“You’re so deep,” she whispered, almost like she was afraid to say it out loud.
I nodded, breath stuttering. “Taking all of me, princess. Such a good girl.” The praise made her shudder. She went tighter, and I nearly lost it.
I stilled, but then I had to move and then rocked in harder. She whimpered, so sweet and needy I could barely see straight. The scent of her, the way she clung to me, the tiny gasps and whimpers—I’d never felt anything like it.
“Tell Daddy what you need,” I whispered, my hand sliding down to stroke her hip. “You want more?”
She nodded. “I want to feel you.”
Fuck. My vision went white at the edges. I picked up the rhythm, still careful, but letting her have it. I could feel her bodyopening for me, soft and slick and perfect, and I knew she was close. I reached down, thumb finding her clit, and circled it slow.
“You’re perfect, princess, so fucking perfect,” I told her, because it was true. “Daddy’s so proud of you.”
That did it. Her whole body locked up, and she sobbed, the sound raw, and then she shattered. I felt it—the way she clenched down on my cock, the way her body went wild, desperate to hold on. She came hard, spilling over, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever felt.
I lost it. I couldn’t have held back if I tried. I fucked her through it, but I was so deep, so tight inside her, I barely managed to groan out her name before I came, hard, hips locked tight to hers. Every muscle in my body shook. I held her there, buried as deep as I could go, and just let it happen.
Chapter fifteen
Walker
Xavier didn’t mess around the next morning. He was already waiting in the conference room with the others when I got there, folders in front of him, tie loosened like he’d been digging into this all night.
He just looked at me. “You leave her at the bakery?”
I grunted. “She’s happy there.” Understatement. She’d been so excited, but I was counting the seconds until I could go pick her up. She'd barely stayed still long enough to promise me she'd let Vera know if she felt like she needed to sit down, and for good measure I also made her promise not to leave the shop under any circumstances until I came back.
She'd giggled at that one.
Maddox rolled his eyes but didn’t comment. Gideon smirked. “All right, Xavier, what do we have?”
Xavier flipped a page then pushed a photo across the table. Molly. Pale, curly brown hair, big soft smile. The kind of girl who’d stop to rescue a lost kitten in the rain. My gut twisted.
“Do we know anything else about the night she vanished?” I asked.
Xavier was ready. “She came to Kingdom with a complimentary ticket. The sort we give out at promo. It was an opening promo we sent to all the local businesses. No idea where our girl got it from, but after Vanessa, our server, recognized her and saw she was on her own, she invited her to the VIP area, as we know."
We all nodded approvingly.
“Unfortunately, we were slammed, and Vanessa noticed she had joined Ruby’s party. " He looked at me, eyes sharp. “We have no evidence to suggest Ruby was expecting her, as it was Vanessa that invited her to the VIP floor.”
“Ruby’s background?” Maddox asked.
“Nothing criminal. She’s a professional event planner. Tai Chi with Molly on Mondays, probably how they met. Spends a lot of nights clubbing, as that’s her business, but she’s never been flagged in our system, and according to the video she made sure Molly got her ride then went back to the party.”
Gideon tapped the photo. “So, we don’t know positively if Ruby wasn’t just helping an acquaintance into her cab home?”
“Except it wasn’t a cab and Molly looked wasted,” Xavier said.
