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“Bath is ready. Fireplace in the bathroom is also on.” George tries to get a glimpse of my girl. He hasn’t been the friendliest since her arrival, and I suspect he’s feeling a pang of guilt about it right now.
“I had the boys help me create a movie room for her. Snacks will be brought when you’re ready. Cats are in your room. Anything you need, just call on me.” I thank him.
“What can we do?” Kane asks. I’ve heard him and Rue talking and laughing around the house. While it should make me jealous, it doesn’t. Kane has become her friend, and I can see he wants to do whatever he can for her.
“I’ll let you know.” He nods and backs off. He and Brock follow us into the house and to our room, where I suspect they will stand guard until she’s ready to come out again.
I, on the other hand, will never be ready. The idea of her ever leaving my sight again is one I’m not willing to think about at this time.
“Rue?” I rub a hand up and down her back, trying to rouse her. “I’m going to put you on the bed.” She whimpers and holds me tighter. “Come on, little girl, come out here for Daddy.” Her face rubs against my chest as she shakes her head no. “I’d like to see you in this new outfit of yours.” Trying to keep the mood light when I’m still so fucking pissed is hard as hell.
I take my shirt off, kick off my shoes, and force her to unwrap her limbs from me. “There’s a nice, warm bath waiting for us. You can monkey yourself around my body in there.” With her head still down, she finally acknowledges me and gets to her feet.
The outfit is exactly her. Tiny ripped jean shorts, the cutest fucking top proclaiming her exactly what she is—Daddy’s little girl. I nearly choke when I see she’s not wearing a bra, and her nipples protrude through the material. The shoes on her feet make her look so fucking young, too. Frilly lace and pure white.
Swiping a hand across my face, I can’t wait to take it off her. “You look amazing, little girl. You like what you found?”
Her fingers play with the short hem of the shirt before she finally, fina-fucking-lly, gives me her eyes and says, “I really like the shirt.”
“Looks damn good on you, little girl.” Stepping closer, I untie the plaid shirt she’s wearing and slowly slide it down her arms. “I should be pissed that you’re one jump away from your tits popping out, but I just love it too fucking much.”
Rue lifts her hand, placing her palm against her flat stomach. “I like that it’s shorter.” I get a slight tilt of her lips this time.
“Can I see your hand?” Looking at the scarf soaked with blood, I gently unwrap it, tossing it on the floor. “Does it still hurt?” Her shoulder lifts. “It’s not bleeding anymore.” Which hopefully means it’s not deep enough to need stitches. “Miranda will be here soon to take a look. What else hurts?” Because I know there’s more with the size of those two brutes who took her down.
She turns her face to the side and lifts her thick curtain of hair at her temple. I notice an angry red mark from where she must have landed. I nod for her to continue. Her fingers begin to unbutton her shorts, and I already see a bruise forming on her delicate hip. When she lifts her shirt, however, the handprint bruise on her ribcage sets my blood on fire.
I’m furious. Absolutely enraged and ready to kill those fuckers as soon as they arrive. But as she removes her shirt and turns around, it’s the knee print bruise on her back that determines they won’t be leaving my property in anything more than a container of lye.
CHAPTER 13
Rue
Nick’s anger makes me nervous. It has its own presence as he slides into the bathtub, the warm water billowing up. Holding out a hand for me, he helps me in before we both sink down, submerged, and I glide into his lap like I always do when I get the chance. This time, though, I’m emboldened to do more.
Without letting on, I slide myself over his rigid cock. “Fuck, Rue, what are you doing?” I’ve sunk down on him as far as I can before wrapping my arms around his back and lying on his chest.
“I feel safer like this. I feel…connected. Please don’t make me leave.” I’ll cry if he does. I don’t want to get off him; I never want to lose his touch again. I can’t.
“Okay, little girl. You stay just like this, and after Miranda checks you out, I’ll give you everything you need.” His fingers brush through my hair with his promise. Despite the way he’s feeling, I know he’ll always put me first.
“Will she be here soon?” I’m not in a rush. I enjoy the feeling of him just pulsing inside me. I can feel his heart beating through his length, feel it in his chest.
“Yes.” Tilting my head, he lowers his for a kiss. Gentle, sweet, just what I need. “Tell me what happened today, sweet girl.”
I don’t want to. My body still feels the effects of being tackled in the mall. “I didn’t like it without you.”
A heady grin spreads across his face. “I like that, little girl.” I feel myself contract around him at his words.
“Why do I like that?” I finally ask, looking up at him. After today, I realize I understand far less about the outside world, and from the lady’s words and looks in the store before she attacked me, the shirt was inappropriate to her, at least.
“Because it’s who we are.” He makes it sound so simple, but I have a feeling it’s much more complicated.
The pounding of his heart hammers in my ear as I relax against him, pushing away all feelings of muscle pain.
“I love you, Daddy.” The words come out quietly but seem to echo around the room.
When I hear a sharp gasp, I turn my head to find Doctor Miranda in the doorway. Her face blanks before I can make out the meaning of her expression.
