War of Hearts

I clicked my tongue at her, calling her attention back to me. I rested my hand against her bottom, letting her feel the warning.

“Look me in the eye, and tell me again.”

Her gorgeous eyes met mine. They were no longer clouded with confusion, but they shone with tears. I hadn’t spanked her hard enough to make her cry. These tears were cathartic, and I’d never seen anything so beautiful.

“I’m sorry.”

“Daddy,” I prompted, lightly squeezing her ass.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She mumbled the words, still embarrassed by what was happening.

I pressed a kiss against her forehead. “I forgive you. I think my good girl has earned a reward. Are you wet for me, princess?”

She didn’t answer, but I knew the truth before I dipped my fingers between her legs. I could already smell her arousal, and when I touched her inner thighs, I found her soaking wet for me.

I growled my satisfaction and kissed her forehead again. “Come for Daddy, princess.”

“I can’t.”

“Of course you can. You’re dripping all over Daddy’s hand.”

She shook her head, but I read the need in her wide eyes.

“You don’t have to be scared, babygirl. I’m right here. I’ve got you. And I want you to give me a nice, big orgasm.”

I rubbed my thumb over her hard little clit, and she cried out. I still had her wrists pinned to the wall above her head, but she didn’t try to escape. Instead, she rotated her hips toward my touch, seeking more stimulation.

I obliged her, easing two fingers into her tight cunt. She whimpered as I filled her, and when I found the sensitive spot at the front of her inner walls, a shudder wracked her body.

“Come for me,” I urged, coaxing rather than ordering. She was vulnerable, still confused by her reaction to me and the connection between us.

I curled my fingers against her g-spot and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She shattered on a scream, and her pussy gripped my fingers. If my cock had been inside her, it would have been enough to make me lose all control. As it was, the sight of her squirming on my hand while she rode out her orgasm was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. It took effort to prevent myself from coming in my pants.

I wanted her. I wanted to take her, fuck her, make her mine.

But she wasn’t ready for that. If I fucked her right now, I’d be taking advantage of her in a vulnerable state. I needed her fully aware and consenting before I could use her body the way I wanted to.

When she started to whine from sensitivity, I withdrew my hand. I lifted my wet fingers to my lips and sucked them clean. She tasted every bit as decadent as I’d dreamed. And the way she watched my crude behavior with those wide, doe eyes…

Fuck.

I released her hands and spun her around to face me. My fingers sank into her hair, tipping her head back so I could capture her lips with mine. She opened for me on a shocked gasp, and I thrust my tongue inside her hot mouth, allowing myself to show her how I wanted to drive my cock into her pretty pussy.

Her hands came up to press against my chest, but she wasn’t pushing me away. She softened against me, allowing me to deepen the kiss. I knew she could taste her wet desire that lingered on my tongue from when I’d cleaned my fingers, but she didn’t pull away in disgust. She allowed me to claim her with possessive strokes. I kissed her without finesse, taking what I so desperately needed from her.

I’d known I wanted her from the moment I saw her. But when I heard my name on her lips—Daddy—I was lost. I’d do anything for her, fall at her feet and worship her, just like Joseph did.

She was mine, my perfect little princess.

Now, I just had to convince Joseph to make her his dirty little angel.

I’d been right: Ashlyn was made for us. Both of us.

Chapter Fourteen

Ashlyn

Shock blanked my mind. I couldn’t think, couldn’t process what I’d done. What I’d allowed Marco to do to me. He’d finally freed me from his possessive kiss, and he was holding me tight against his chest. My face was tucked against him, my cheeks still burning.