“Why are you following me?” she snapped over her shoulder.
“I want to see the lights off, the covers pulled up, and you pretending to be asleep like a good little girl.”
She scoffed. “Okay, Daddy.”
Why the fuck did that sound hot?
I should’ve rolled my eyes. Instead, I pictured her moaning it.
She started walking faster, borderline running, except she was in heels so tall it was almost funny. I watched her wobble with mild amusement. Of course she’d wear something that ridiculous. If she tripped and broke her neck, it’d probably be my fault too.
She reached her door first, but just as she tried to slam it shut, I wedged my boot in the frame.
She glared. “Oh, I get it. You just want to see me naked, don’t you?”
“Put on your pajamas,” I said, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. “I want to see you go to sleep.”
She reached for her silk nightgown, grinning. “You could just say you want a private show.”
I turned my back to her. “Trust me, I have no interest in seeing your little titties.”
She gasped. “Little titties? Seriously?”
Then she started mimicking me in a mocking tone. “Little titties, blah blah… Velikij Huy (Mr. Big Dick)... controlling every breath I take...”
The moment I heard that, I turned.
Velikij huy?
Was she fucking serious?
She’d just finished slipping into her nightgown when I closed the space between us and grabbed her jaw, fingers tightening on her cheeks until those smug little lips puckered up and went still. Her skin was soft and her eyes widened like she’d finally realized who she was playing with.
My pulse ticked under the surface—controlled, measured, but definitely there.
“What did you just say?”
She blinked at me. No answer.
I stared her down. “That’s what I thought. Say that again, and I’ll show you exactly how big it is.”
I dragged my thumb across her lower lip, slow and intentional. I meant to shut her up. But all I could think about was how warm her mouth would feel, how good she’d look with her knees on the floor and my hand in her hair.
She didn’t look scared. Just... stunned. Like the game had changed and she hadn’t realized she wasn’t holding the cards anymore.
“Now go to bed.”
She didn’t argue. Just stepped backward slowly, eyes still on mine, hips swaying like she knew exactly what she was doing. She slid under the covers like she was stripping for me without taking anything off.
I watched the whole thing. Mouth dry. Hands tight at my sides.
Fuck. She was going to drive me insane.
I turned and left.
For the first time I could remember in years, I’d actually lost my cool.
Because of her.
