“You’ll be coming home with me.” He says it so matter-of-factly that I almost forget to argue.
“I can’t do that.” Pushing up, my gaze narrows on him.
He gives me that signature smile of his, like he’s dealing with a scared kitten, and says, “You can, and you are. There’s no arguing with me right now, sugar.” The intensity in his stare steals my breath. And when the words, “Daddy needs this,” escape his lips, I fold like a cheap table.
How does that one word control my entire being? I had no idea he was like that or that I would enjoy it so much. Despite his only saying it twice, I find myself ready to do as he pleases.
“Yes, Daddy.”
My eyes close, and I rest on his rugged body, allowing him to make me feel as safe as can be until the detectives arrive. That’s when I realize just how submissive I am to this man because I look to him for guidance when I feel myself ready to fall apart after every difficult question.
CHAPTER 8
Vito
After spending the night in the hospital with Stella, keeping guard, pissed as fuck that someone was in her room, I’m cranky as the doctors do shift change in the morning. All I want is to take Stella home with me, tuck her into bed, hold her for the next week, and see her through the turmoil on the horizon.
It was late last evening when I received confirmation that Claudia arrived at the facility in Tallahassee. Stella had been sad but relieved. She even shared her mom’s previous night’s struggle and acknowledged they wouldn’t be able to do it alone. I’m glad I was able to take that one thing off her plate, at least.
With the detectives questioning Stella extensively the night before, she no longer needs to see them today. Unfortunately, security cameras were unable to capture the intruders’ faces; they wore ball caps that hid their identities well. Now, they’re looking into footage around the hospital and the diner in the hopes of finding something there.
No offer of protection for Stella was forthcoming, which isn’t surprising given that the PD is short enough on manpower as it is. However, Stella’s well-being is in my hands now, and there’s nothing I won’t do to keep her safe.
With my house already decked out with all the bells and whistles of an excellent security system, I’m not too concerned about her while she’s there. And since I plan to keep her in bed for at least a week, I’m not overly worried about her wandering off without me, either.
“Vito?” Her sleepy voice draws my attention.
Getting to my feet, I wander over to her bed. Her strawberry hair is a mess, her cheeks are slightly rosy, and her eyes are unmistakably filled with warmth for me.
“Gorgeous when you wake up.” I lean down and drop a kiss on her forehead, inhaling deeply. She smells like forever.
“I look like that dragon lady,” she snorts.
“Isn’t she blonde?”
Her eyes crinkle with amusement. “You’ve seen Game of Thrones?”
“Hasn’t everyone?” Brushing her unruly hair back, I love the soft feel of her locks between my fingers. Immediately, my dirty mind conjures all the ways I’ll be fisting it to keep her in place in the near future.
“Well, maybe. I hated the ending, though.” The scrunch of her nose is too damn cute.
“Yeah, me too.” I don’t even remember what we’re talking about anymore. All I want to do is study Stella until I have every piece of her memorized.
Gripping her jaw between my thumb and index finger, I direct her head up to capture her lips in a searing kiss. She attempts to protest, but I ignore her. I need her taste. Her sweet, addicting, sugary goodness on my tongue.
Pressing her back into the bed, my body moves on its own to lie next to her, then half-covers her soft, curvy body as my free hand explores. I tug the hospital gown up and touch her thick thighs, dragging her leg up to my hip. She moans as my palm glides down the silky flesh until I have a bare ass cheek in my hand. My fingers squeeze the fleshy globe while brushing across her damp cunt and tight asshole.
“Fuck,” I groan into her mouth as my dick struggles not to break free of my jeans. “I can’t wait to get inside your tight body, sugar.”
She must feel brave because her words nearly stop my heart. “I can’t wait to feel you inside of me. Moving, pounding, owning me like a real Daddy does.”
Digging down deep, I recite NHL stats so I don’t come in my pants like a young boy. “Jesus, woman, you don’t say stuff like that unless I get to fuck you immediately.”
Delicate moans escape her lips as I lick across the seam and into her mouth, tasting her like my own sweet treat. “Can we?” she whispers, and my hips buck.
Before I can act, a commotion in the hallways sets my senses on high alert while I pull away to find out what’s going on. Adjusting my dick with a groan, I crack the door open to see that a patient has tripped over the cords in their IV stand. Scrutinizing the surrounding area puts me on edge, and the need to get Stella out of here unsettles me.
“Nurse!” I bark the title, and the woman behind the desk jumps as she scowls at me. “Get my girl signed out in twenty minutes or we’re leaving on our own.” Her eyes narrow further, but I ignore her as I shut the door.
