Page 46 of Ruin Me, Daddy
“You’re welcome. Ah, I think our hour is almost up. Would you like to go upstairs and get something to eat or just go home?”
An emotion he couldn’t quite name blazed in her dark eyes. “Home. I want you to fuck me in the bed we share.”
“As you wish.”
Silver
The drive back to his rental was filled with silence. Not the tense kind she was used to after a fight with Ace where he was giving her the silent treatment. But the kind that was pure comfort, that spoke to the years of friendship between them.
It was a gift, one she was only now coming to realize she’d taken for granted, to be able to sit in silence with someone and feel completely at peace.
He opened the car door, and then the door to the house for her, and her heart tripped in her chest at those simple gestures. Walking in ahead of him, she went straight for the bedroom, throwing open the French doors that led out to the back deck as he stepped into the room.
“I want the moonlight. And the ocean.”
“All right.”
Amusement wound around his words, as though he was trying to figure out what she was up to. Turning, she positioned herself in the open doorway, the moonlight she’d told him she wanted spilling over her as she slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders.
Hunger flashed in his gaze, propelled him forward as she slowly peeled the fabric from her skin. By the time he reached her she was naked to her waist, her deliciously sore breasts on full display.
“Now who isn’t playing fair?” he murmured, cupping her face in his hands.
When he held her like that, like she was something precious, something that might shatter at a single wrong touch, she wondered how she’d ever survived so long without being held this way. “I’m not interested in fair.”
Then his lips were on hers, devouring, consuming, and she let herself be consumed. Let herself give into the need pumping off him in waves. The need he’d put on hold, for her, to give her a scene where she could finally release the death grip she’d had on her own emotions, even if just for a little while.
How could she not feel something for a man like that? A man who put her first, always, even at the expense of his own wants and needs?
She was vaguely aware of the dress sliding down her hips, leaving her fully exposed to the warm ocean air behind her and the cool air of their bedroom in front of her. A dichotomy, a study in contrasts, just like the man who held her. He could be sadistic, almost cruel when he wanted, and yet there was a softness to him Ace never had.
Fascinating. And more than a little unnerving.
“The bed,” she gasped out when he moved his lips to her neck, kissing and nipping his way down to her shoulder.
“It’s so cute when you think you should be allowed to give orders,” he said with a low chuckle that sent shivers of anticipation racing up her spine. “Maybe I want to take you here, in the moonlight. Maybe I want to bend you over that railing, and fuck you until you want to scream. But you won’t be allowed to scream because someone might hear. You’ll have to be completely quiet or Daddy will have to punish you.”
He’d have to punish her, then, because there was no way she could make it through what he’d described without making a single sound. “Ice, please.”
“Oh, I do love it when you beg, my sweet little goddess. Beg me some more and maybe I’ll take you to bed.”
Pride had no place between them. And even if she’d wanted to cling to hers, he’d stripped it away with that scene at the club. Pleasure hummed beneath her skin as he stroked his hands down her arms, the faintest feather of a touch that promised so much more if she would simply do as he commanded.
“Please, Ice. I’ll do anything, just please fuck me.”
“Anything?”
There was a hint of danger in his tone, but instead of scaring her off, it only made her knees buckle with need. “Yes, Sir. Anything.”
“That’s a dangerous promise, little girl.” As if to prove his point, he cupped her breast, pinching her sore nipple between his fingers hard enough to make her yelp. “I’m tempted to show you exactly how dangerous it is to promise a man like me anything.”
“I’m not afraid of you, Ice.”
“Maybe you should be,” he murmured. “I’m not a good man, Silver. I nearly came in my fucking leathers watching you cry for me tonight.”
It was a thrill, knowing she had that kind of effect on such a powerful man. “Is that what you want, Daddy? More of my tears?”
“Tempting… but no. Spread your legs for me, baby.”
