Page 25 of Surprise Bratva Daddy
I leave him behind, walking back to the car and opening the door. Monroe refuses to move, staring straight ahead and refusing to acknowledge my presence.
"We're going to go back to my house, darling," I say gently, placing my hand on her thigh.
"Don't call me that," she hisses.
I pull my hand back, a strange feeling of emptiness creeping up on me. I've never felt like this before, and I don't know how to handle it. It would be easier for me to be angry at her, just like I'm angry at Maksim, but she hasn't done anything wrong. She's just a woman stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time, and things just keep getting worse for her.
I don't want to make them worse. In fact, it's the exact opposite. I want to make things better, but I don't know how. If she's not going to listen to me, and I can't use physical force, then what the hell am I supposed to do?
I turn the car back on, pulling out onto the road. There are sirens in the distance, the fire trucks and cops arriving much to late to fix anything. That's always how it is, in my experience. They come to clean up the mess, not to prevent anything.
I glance at Monroe, hoping to see some semblance of emotion on her face. She's blank, her eyes locked onto the road.
"Are you alright?" I ask.
"What does it matter? What's done is done. You don't have to pretend like you care anymore," she replies.
I grit my teeth. She's got the wrong idea, and it's starting to frustrate me. Taking my anger out on her would be a mistake, but it's tempting. If she's the bad guy, then that means I don't have to feel so guilty about everything that happens to her. I can tuck those emotions away somewhere they won't bother me again.
That's not what I want, though. I want to hold her, to comfort her. I want her to know that I'm here for her, but she won't allow it.
"Look," I say, trying to sound sympathetic, "I understand that you're upset, but--"
"No," she interrupts. "You don't. You're not capable of understanding. You can't relate to this kind of thing, and you never will."
Her words hit home, and they hurt. She doesn't realize how close all this hits home to me, how Maksim specifically chose this method of warfare to mess with my head. He wants to destabilize me so that he can take everything for himself. Somehow, he's even managed to turn Monroe against me.
The car falls silent again, and the drive back to my house feels like an eternity. When we finally arrive, I park the car in the driveway and get out, slamming the door. Monroe does the same, rushing ahead of me and heading straight to the door.
I watch her from behind, her hair flowing in the breeze. She's so beautiful, and I hate seeing her like this. It hurts, and I've never hurt like this before. It's unfamiliar and unwanted, and it's starting to consume me. I need to let off some steam, and there's only one way I know how that's not going to ruin everything for both of us.
"Go to the bedroom," I growl as she flings the front door open.
"Fuck off," she snarls, charging into the house.
I thinks he deserves a spanking for that one. I'm used to being disrespected by my enemies, but to have someone living under my roof throwing those types of insults at me is too much. She needs to learn that she doesn't get to misbehave just because things are hard for her. It's time I put her in her place.
She tries to hurry past me, but I grab her wrist, tugging her back. She gasps, looking up at me with pure hatred. "Let go," she hisses.
I drag her to the couch, sitting down and pulling her over my knee. She squirms and fights, but I'm much stronger than her. SHe's not going to be able to escape, but I also think she doesn't want to. If she did, she'd be fighting a lot harder.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she yells, her voice breaking.
I put a hand on the small of her back to hold her in place, my bulge pressing up into her belly. God, she feels so good against me. It's been less than twenty-four hours, and I already crave her like I've never had her before.
I yank down her jeans, feeling the softness of her bare ass. She's wearing a thong because that's the only thing I bought for her. I won't have her covering that perfect little butt. I want it exposed and ready to be spanked any time. choose to pull down her pants or lift up her skirt. I'm in control.
"Are you really going to spank me?" she asks, looking back at me with flushed cheeks and a deep scowl.
I chuckle. "Don't you think you deserve it?"
"For what?" she asks, her voice taking on a much brattier tone than usual. She's leaning into this, playing it up to make me want to punish her more. I know right then and there that she wants this just as much as I do. It's our way of making up and pretending we still hate each other.
"You've been a bad girl," I say, rubbing her ass. "And I think it's time that I punished you."
"Go ahead," she replies with a devilish smirk. She wiggles her ass, her body moving against my aching erection. "Take your best shot."
My palm strikes her bottom, and she yelps, squirming in my lap even more. "If you don't stop fighting, I'll spank you harder," I warn, slapping her bottom again.
