Daddy's Adorable Assassin (Daddy's Little Deviants)

“Which was?”

“She wanted me to leave the force. She hated every second of my job, and that hate only intensified over the last couple of years. I’d promised her I would quit, and when I didn’t, it drove a wedge between us, and slowly our marriage started crumbling.”

“Do you feel guilty about it?”

“Yes, I do. If I’d quit when she asked me, she would still be alive.”

He fell silent, but his heart beat faster against me. What was he thinking about?

“But if she were alive, you wouldn’t have met me,” he said. “Would you have preferred it that way?”

My throat clogged up. How could I answer that question? I never wanted Petra to die, but how could I live without Cosmo?

“Do you regret me?” he asked.

“No.”

“Even after everything I’ve done.” He shoved aside the left part of my robe and placed a kiss over the bandaged area where he’d stabbed me.

“Cosmo, had you told me stabbing me would have made you feel better, I would have handed you the knife instead of walking away.”

I closed my eyes. My words were true, genuine, but I couldn’t unsee the toxic beauty of us, the absolute train wreck of our love. But what a fucking ride. The damage would be worth it. I would have still gotten on that train, knowing what would await me at the end.

“I love you too, you know,” he said.

“Not as much as I love you.”

“You don’t know that.” He squirmed on my lap.

“I know you were still talking to Ellis, even though I asked you not to.”

He sat up straight and frowned. “I didn’t let him in when he asked to come in.”

“But you stayed there discussing us with him, as though you were contemplating if he would be the better man for you.”

“I never—”

I slid a hand under his shirt and fondled his cock. “There’s no better man out there for you, Cosmo. There’s no one else. Only me, and you only have yourself to blame.”

I tugged the shirt over his head, baring his pale naked body in the moonlight.

“We should go in,” I said.

“Why?”

“Because I’m fucking jealous of the moonlight on your skin.”

“Daddy—”

“No, listen to me, Cosmo.” I ran my hands up his torso, thumbed his nipples. “I wasn’t always like this. I swear.” My hungry gaze wandered over his body, and I buried my face in his chest. “I’m no better than Virgil.”

“You are.”

“Then why do I want to take the display box I found at the farmhouse and bring it to my place? Why do I want to lock you away inside so you don’t talk to other men? Just keep you for my viewing pleasure.”

His chest rose and fell hard. “It’s not just you, Daddy. I hated that box, but I swear I’d let you put me inside if you promised me never to look at anyone else. Not Agent Knight.”

“It would be crazy and abusive to do that to you.”