Page 64 of Break Me, Daddy


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For a period of time, the Kozlovs went quiet, like a scolded puppy dog running off with its tail between its legs after peeing on the living room rug.

Over the next several days, my family worked in combination with the Kavanaghs to build on our place in the city, reinforcing alliances, making new ones, and sending a clear message to everyone in the criminal underground that we were a force to be reckoned with now that our families had aligned.

With the Kozlov threat managed with as little bloodshed as possible, our lives slowly returned to normal. I beefed up my own personal security so that I didn’t venture anywhere without protection again. My brothers did the same, as did Shane.

Business returned to normal, at least as close to it as possible in a world like mine. A few weeks passed, and it became clear that the Kozlov threat had quieted. Irina stayed with Aidan for a while longer at her father’s insistence. Maxim didn’t want to risk the Kozlovs witnessing her in his custody, and we all agreed that she would remain with us for as long as needed.

Now that the time was right, I started planning my wedding.

I’d just returned home from trying on dresses when a pair of strong arms swept around my waist and slammed me against the wall, forcing the air from my lungs in a rush.

“I’ve been waiting for you. You took much longer than I expected,” Shane purred, and I smirked, staring into those piercingly seductive green eyes.

Since his penthouse had been destroyed, he’d moved into my rowhouse permanently. He’d insisted on it, and I had to admit that I’d gotten used to sharing my bed with him. His warm body against mine at night was comforting and I’d decided I liked it very much.

I made him promise never to tell my brothers that Ada Murphy loved to snuggle. Actually, I’d threatened his life a little bit, and he’d laughed, promising me that he’d keep my secret safe forever.

“I needed to find the perfect dress,” I countered.

“And how much did this pretty gown cost?”

“I didn’t buy it. My wedding dress was on the house.”

“Oh?”

“They knew that if it wasn’t on the house, that I was just going to burn the house down,” I said, smirking.

“There’s the Ada I know and love,” he purred.

“Damn right,” I said confidently.

“You should know I’m going to tear that dress off you on our wedding night.”

“You rip my dress and I’ll have your balls for breakfast,” I warned.

“You’re talking to me like you’ve forgotten what a spanking from Daddy feels like, little girl,” he came back, leveling me with his daring glare.

I lifted my chin, staring into his eyes with open challenge. The two of us had been like ships passing in the night for the last several days, too busy to put aside much time for each other. I had gambling houses, shops, and shipments to oversee, as well as a laundry list of other things to check on. He had his own operation to keep tabs on, too. His father had left big shoes to fill, and he was doing all that and more. He hadn’t been in power very long, but when he’d introduced me to them as his future wife and presented the alliance between our families, it had gone a long way in proving his worth and cementing their loyalty to him.

Even Fergus, the man who had sat as adviser to his father for nearly twenty years, looked at him with the sort of reverence that was earned rather than freely given. The alliance between the Murphys and the Kavanaghs spoke volumes.

“Maybe I have,” I sassed, and his lips turned up in a casual smirk.

“Do you remember what Daddy warned you was going to happen last time?”

My cheeks flushed bright red. I hadn’t forgotten about his threat.

“Yes,” I answered finally, not willing to give up just yet.

“Yes, what?” he warned, his hand slipping down my waist to cup my bottom suggestively.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my face heating even further with my shameful arousal. It had taken merely seconds for him to flip the tables and take back control, so much so that it left my head reeling.

“Last time, Daddy let you ask for him to break you, didn’t he?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered nervously.

“This time, Daddy isn’t going to wait for you to ask. He’s going to break you over his knee and then on his cock, not because he asked for your permission, but because he needs to remind his little girl how much she means to him,” he warned.

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