I drop a kiss to her head, pulling her into my arms.
"You weren't in bed," I mumble.
"I'm supposed to be at class at ten," she says, her voice softer than it was when she was yelling at Travis. I expect her to try to pull away, but she doesn't. She presses her face into my shoulder.
Shit. I forgot about her classes.
"You can't keep me locked up here, Justice. I need to go get clothes and my books."
As much as I hate to admit it…she's right. School is important to Milan. Had she not gotten booted out of boarding school, she'd probably be Ivy League right now. Instead, she takes classes two days a week at the community college, with the hopes of transferring to the state university next year. She wants to be a teacher.
"If I fail out of college because of you, I'm going to be so mad."
"I'm not going to let you fail," I mutter, smiling at the pout in her voice. Maybe I did make a little progress with her last night. She's pouting instead of kicking my ass. "I'll make you a deal."
"I don't make wagers with the devil."
"You think I'm the devil?"
She pulls back to look at me. Her blue eyes rove over my face as if she's seriously contemplating her answer and then she hits me with another of those smiles so full of sugar they're lethal weapons. "Only on days that end with y," she says, batting her lashes at me.
I smack her on the ass, which makes her squeal.
"What's your deal?" she asks, swatting my hands away when I try to get them on her again.
"I'll let you go to class if you let me send Travis to get all of your shit."
She blinks at me. Her mouth opens and closes. "You're serious," she finally mutters, though I think she's talking more to herself than to me. She paces back and forth in front of me like she can't stand still. "You really have lost your mind. Oh my gosh. Ainsley left and you completely lost it."
"I didn't lose anything, Milan," I growl, grabbing her to stop her pacing. "You belong here with me. You know it. I know it. It's time everyone else does too."
She gapes at me again.
"I want you here with me where you belong," I murmur, tucking her hair behind her ears so I can see her gorgeous face. "You liked sleeping with daddy last night, didn't you?"
"I…yes."
"You liked bouncing on daddy's lap?"
"Yes, but Justice this is–"
"This is right," I interject. "You belong here."
"Yesterday, you thought I should be ashamed of you. Now you're asking me to move in."
"Oh, I'm not asking, princess. I'm telling you that you're moving in. I need you where I can keep an eye on you."
"So I don't get a say?" she asks, scowling at me. "No, thank you."
"You're not…" I trail off, hooking an arm around her waist when she tries to slip past me. For a minute, I think she's pissed, and then I see the hurt in her eyes and realize that's not what this is about. I scoop her up in my arms and stomp into the living room.
She squirms until I threaten to spank her and then she settles down.
"Talk to me, baby girl," I murmur, sinking onto the couch with her on my lap. "What's going on in that head of yours?"
"I'm not Ainsley," she growls at me, her hands clenched into little fists. "I've been responsible for myself my whole life. You can't just throw orders around and expect me to obey. I won't do it."
I chuckle at the thought of her ever obeying, which is clearly not the right thing to do because she starts squirming around, trying to slide off my lap. I flip her over onto her back and come down over her, caging her in beneath me.
She stares up at me, her baby blues spitting fire at me.
"You think I want you to obey me?" I grab her hand, pressing it to my cock. She wraps her hand around me, squeezing. I dig my fingers into the sofa, trying not to flip her onto her stomach and fuck her into tomorrow. "This is what you do to me when you defy me, little girl," I growl, not sure how else to say it. I bury my face in her throat, kissing the pulse fluttering there. "Fight me. Defy me. Ruin me, princess. I won't stop you."
My name emerges from her lips in a sob so full of need I feel it quaking in my soul.
Goddamn. The things I'm going to do to her when she finally lets me in. She thinks she'll be a prisoner? I'll be her willing slave. Once she finally caves, I'm going to worship at her feet. My face will be her throne, my dick her home. She'll want for nothing, need nothing.
"My entire fucking kingdom for a smile, Milan," I growl, biting that sexy little dip where her shoulder meets her neck. If she needs to feel like she's in control, I'll give her that. "For a single laugh. Whatever you want, I'll give to you. You doubt it, baby girl? You own me."
"Justice," she sobs, her legs cinching around my waist. She fumbles, clawing down my abdomen in her quest to get her hand inside my pants and around my dick. As soon as her fingers close around me, I roar her name, not giving a shit who hears me. Let them all hear. Let them all know.
There is nothing I won't do to make her mine in every way. No law I won't break. No rule I won't bend. No lie I won't tell. This is what she does to me. This is how completely she has me. An eternity of torment for a single lifetime. If that's the price, I'll pay it. A thousand times, I'll pay it.
She works me with her hand, sobbing my name and writhing like a hellcat beneath me. It's obvious she doesn't know what she's doing, but she works that fist up and down my shaft, gripping me like she knows this part of me belongs to her.
"This is yours," I growl, rocking my hips into her hand. Just in case this isn't clear enough to her. "It gets hard for you and only you. Everything I have, everything I am. It's yours. Take it, pretty baby."
"Justice."
"I don't want to own you, Milan. I want to worship you." I press my lips to her ear, tonguing the shell of it. "I want to love you, but you have to let me, baby girl. You have to let me in. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Justice."