Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
“Sorry to bother you. I know you’re occupied, but I wanted to update you on the situation with Vincent Jones.”
“I’m listening.” I lean a hip against the counter and watch my girl while I listen. She’s staring at me, and she deserves to be updated, but I’ll paraphrase after I hear from Pryce. I don’t think Cora needs all the details, especially if they’re upsetting.
“Sylas followed him home. The man drove like a bat out of hell. He’s livid. When he arrived, he stomped around the outside of his property, throwing anything he could get his hands on. Then he went inside and did more of the same.”
“I assume Sylas put up cameras.”
“Yep. Discrete ones. The asshole has no idea he’s being watched in every room of the house.”
I smirk. Good. Serves the fucker right. “Listen, I’m not sure that house or the property even belongs to him.”
“Seriously?” Pryce’s voice rises.
“Cora’s mother was living there before she married Jones. He moved into the house. Cora has lived there her entire life. He led her to believe that he was doing her a favor in letting her stay in what I suspect is her own home that he’s not even entitled to.”
Cora is staring at me with wide eyes, biting her lip, gripping the armrests so tight her knuckles are white.
“Fuck. I’ll kill the man myself if that’s the case,” Pryce grumbles.
“Nope. I’ll do it. But can you dig around and see if that’s a possibility?”
“Of course. I’m on it. How is Cora? I heard her arm was injured when you brought her home.”
“Much better. Our serum really helps. It’s been so long since we’ve been around other females that I’d forgotten how quickly our mates will heal after we’ve claimed them.”
“Especially since none of us remember the last time a new mate was claimed into the pride. When our mothers were hurting, we had no way of knowing how bad the injury could have been if they had been unclaimed.”
“That’s true.”
“I’ll let you go. I’ll call when I know more about Jones.”
“Thank you.” I end the call and put the phone back in my pocket.
Cora immediately speaks up. “You really think I’m the owner of my mother’s property?”
“It’s a possibility, Little doll.” I stroll toward her and stop short, not touching her. From this close, I’m aware of her pulse picking up. She’s trembling, confused by why I’m not stroking her skin.
“I’ll be so fucking pissed,” she growls.
I chuckle. “I’m sure you will, Little doll. And I’ll let you cuss when it’s warranted, but don’t start thinking you can use naughty language all the time. If you do, it won’t be a spanking I’ll mete out for your punishment. You’ll find yourself standing in the corner, holding a bar of soap in your mouth.” I lift a brow.
She gasps. “You can’t do that. I’m not a child.”
“Oh, you’re definitely not a child. You’re clearly a grown woman. Every delightful inch of you. But you’re my Little girl at the same time, and I don’t want to hear foul language from you, understood?”
She sighs. “Yes, Daddy.”
I don’t have to smell her heightened arousal this time. I can see her thighs tighten at the same time. The clever wooden post between her legs is driving her to distraction. In addition, she thrives on my bossiness.
Reaching out, I flick her pert nipples with my fingers. I really love this tank top. It leaves nothing to the imagination, allowing me to see exactly how hard her tits are at all times.
Cora arches her chest toward me and moans. “Daddy…”
I tap them again. Luckily the pasta is boiling, so we have a few minutes left before I need to do something with dinner. “You’re curious,” I point out.
She cocks her head to one side. “About what?”
I chuckle. “What it will feel like to have your arms restrained at your sides.”
Her breath hitches. “No, I’m not.” The scent of her pheromones increases.
“Tsk tsk. Naughty Little girl. You should not lie to Daddy. I’ve told you that.”
Cora licks her lips. Her green eyes are so pretty, especially when they’re so wide.
I pinch one of her nipples. “Would you like Daddy to restrain you so you’ll know what it feels like, Little doll?”
She shakes her head slowly, eyes still on mine.
I lift a brow, waiting for her to change her mind. She’s struggling to understand her needs and ask for them to be met. My world is so different from anything she’s ever experienced. It would be even if she’d been living a normal life in town. But she’s been isolated and mistreated for years.
I wait.
Finally, she swallows. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Yes, what, Little doll?” I ask, gently cupping her breast and thumbing her tight bud.
After another hesitation she murmurs, “Please restrain me, Daddy.”
My heart soars. She’s so fucking precious. “Good girl. I know it’s hard to ask for what you need, but I want you to learn that you can tell Daddy anything you’re thinking. Sometimes you might feel like you’d rather be diapered than wear panties. Though I won’t change my mind about diapering you when I decide it’s necessary, I won’t deny you if you feel the desire at other times.”