Why am I trying to soothe her?I should spank her little ass. She said she was calling her mother. Instead, she called the asshole. He could’ve been tracking the calls. I’m sure with the money and technology available to him, he could easily figure out where the call was coming from. I’m not ready for that yet.
The plan has changed. I need time to come up with a new path. Something that’ll give me time to get to him before he gets to me. Time to tell Pepper what the plan was before she hears it from someone else.
She stares up at me in a corset tied too tight, her dark hair falling in soft curls around her face. “Unless you’re richer than you look, I don’t thinkDaddy’sgot this. That wedding costNathan so much money. If I owe half of it, I’ll be living in a cardboard box the rest of my life.”
“You’re not going to owe him any money.”
“Oh yeah,” she tilts her head to the side, her tone more annoyed now than it was before, “and how’s that math work?”
My jaw tightens as I stare down into her big, hazel eyes, that innocent chest rising and falling as her long lashes blink up at me. God, she’s beautiful. Beautiful and sweet, and the mere thought that anyone ever laid hands on her innocent little frame sets my blood to a full fucking boil.
“Don’t question Daddy, baby girl. That’s not how this works.”
She exhales softly and shakes her head, her arms now crossed over her chest, pushing her full tits upward. “Of course it’s not. Why wouldDaddyhave to answer any questions? You know… I was sort of believing you were a nice guy. I was wrong. You might be the craziest one of all.” Her eyes roll to the side then back again. “Ireallysuck at picking men.”
“You didn’t pick me,” I growl, my hand on her throat, my thumb against her nervous pulse. “I took you.”
“Yeah, but that conversation we had the other night, it got into my head. I let your fake kindness twist me around and convince me that nice men actually exist.”
Fuck. I don’t know how to fix this.
A tear streaks down her cheek. “I’m so dumb! I really believed you cared, but you just wanted that ring, didn’t you? Take it. Take the ridiculous ring and let me go.”
Anger surges hot and fast, tightening my jaw until it aches. “I don’t give a fuck about this stupid ring. I told you that. I want that thing off your finger because you don’t belong to him. You belong to me.”
She wipes away a tear and laughs under her breath. “I belong toDaddy?” She’s saying it facetiously, but I still like theway it sounds. So much so that my cock presses hard and fast at my zipper, landing against her belly. She must feel the pressure because her pulse quickens beneath my thumb and I swear I can smell her arousal.
“Do youwantto belong to Daddy, baby girl?”
Her gaze trails down toward our bodies now pressing together. “You really are a psycho.”
I grin and lean into her neck, breathing in the soft scent of berries on her skin. I’m losing control. I feel it in my bones, in the buzz beneath my skin, in the erratic beating of my heart. I’m not thinking straight. Something has taken over.
Something primal.
Something wild.
Something I’ve never felt before… and I don’t know how to stop it.
Chapter Five
Pepper
I’m less than thirty minutes removed from my engagement, I’m in the bedroom of a man who’s kidnapped me on my wedding day, and now I know for sure that he took me because he wants the very expensive ring Nathan bought while on a business trip to Milan. It’s loud and gaudy, with a hand-forged platinum band and a flawless, cathedral-set oval diamond so large that I’m sure it needed its own passport home. I have no idea how much it’s worth, but he shows it off to everyone we meet, so I’m assuming a lot. It’s the only reason for all of this.
Given that I now know why Rhett took me,why am I so aroused?My panties should not be soaking wet. I shouldn’t be desperate to reach out and grip his hard cock. My body shouldn’t ache every time his deep voice rasps in my ear or lose my breath every time he calls himself Daddy.
It’s sick, right?The whole concept.
He’s not my daddy, and why would I want to call a man Daddy, anyway? I’m a grown woman. A grown woman with a business plan. A grown woman who intends on living life without a man telling her what to do.
That said, as I stare up at this big, brooding giant, my stomach gives a twist, and my throat feels tight as he breathes against the lobe of my ear.
I’m fine.
I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.
My clit throbs and my pussy aches with a desperate need I’ve never felt in all my twenty-four years. God, am I really this simple? Do I really want this big, strong man to take me over, order me onto my knees, demand I suck his cock while he calls me a good girl?
