11. Adonis

I'm a fucking monster. I knew when I started ruthlessly fucking her that it was going to hurt her, but she fucking begged for it, so I went with it. After she blacked out, though, I should have fucking stopped.

I didn't.

I kept fucking my sweet princess. And after locking a load directly into her womb, I fucked her again. Still out cold. I'm a sick bastard, but Christ, it was like I was struck by lightning, unable to stop. She continued to come for me. Her lithe body knew it was Daddy giving her pleasure, and even passed out from pain, she came three fucking times. It's what kept me going.

Now, her body is rosy and languid. Blood stains the sheets from the cut on her thigh that I cleaned up, and her pussy is swollen from how harsh I was with her.

Ask me if I'd do it again.

The answer is yes.

There was something peaceful about fucking her unconscious body, and I know it makes me depraved, I fucking know, but I can't wait to do it again. Kneeling between her open legs, I admire the marks on her body as I stroke my cock leisurely. Bite marks pepper her tits and neck, and angry lines mar her thighs from the knife. I'm going to have to shop around for a personalized one for us because there's no way I'm done making her bleed, and vice versa.

Her little pearl is swollen and red from my biting. Bruises from my hands color her throat, hips, and sides. I can't help but hold her so tightly she can't wiggle out of my grasp.

A light knock on the door captures my attention as I'm notching the head of my dick inside her cunt. "Come in," I say softly, my hand working furiously to come inside her one more time before I'm called away.

"Boss." Zak.

"Come look at her; she's fucking perfect." I recognize the worship in my tone, and I know that's the only reason Zak steps forward to admire my girl.

"Like a dream." His eyes are locked on the slices of flesh, now caked with blood on her thighs. "She beg you for that?" he asks.

"Yeah, she's a fucking pain slut." If someone else were to get ahold of her…. My rage rises up with lightning speed as I imagine it. "She needs guards. If my enemies know how she gets off on this, they'll come for her."

"I'll get on it."

"Nobody in the house when she's here." I won't quiet her, not fucking ever. "Nobody can know." He agrees, reaching out to trace the line on her chest from the first time I nicked her with the paring knife in the kitchen. "What did you need, Zak?" My head drops back on my shoulders as my release rises to the surface. Reaching down, I pinch her clit, and her body bows, an orgasm blasting through her immediately. My seed follows along.

"Fury Calder and his brother Styx are here." Grunting, I acknowledge that I heard him before collapsing over her body.

"I'll be down…" I don't specify when as my dick sinks into her body again. Fuck me. I can't stop fucking her. She's worse than any drug I've ever known.

"Soon, boss. We have other shit to handle. Let the girl rest. Fuck her tonight." It's not until he says that that I realize the sun is beginning to rise. Shit, we fucked all night.

"Yeah, sure." Gathering Soren into my arms, I kiss along her throat, whispering in her ear, "Wake up, princess. Daddy needs your eyes." Zak leaves with a frustrated growl.

"Daddy?" Her soft voice precedes her flickering eyes as she finally opens them for me, giving me the beautiful golden orbs.

"There's my girl." I make slow love to her this time, and even though she's sensitive and hurting, she lets me. "I kept fucking you after you passed out last night," I whisper into her ear. Her pussy floods me with her juices. "You like that?" I pull back to meet her stare. "You like knowing I'll fuck you even when you're unconscious?"

"Is it wrong?" she murmurs, dragging her legs up my hips to cradle me deeper, her hands stroking through my hair.

"No, princess. Anything we do together is never wrong." I kiss her gently, our tongues touching and teasing, but I don't deepen it.

"How many times?" she asks, already knowing I didn't stop at once.

"Four, maybe five. I jerked off in your cunt a few minutes ago, too." I'd begun to feel shameful for my insatiable thirst for her, but now, it's nothing but acceptance.

Flicking her tongue across my lips, she waits until I open my eyes. "Tonight, I want…no, I need to feel you–"

"In your ass," I interrupt her. "I was going to, but I knew you'd want to experience it all. You'd want to be conscious." Her eyes light up with excitement. "I'll be taking it nice and slow, sweet and sultry."

"Like now?" Her chest and neck are flushed with her desire.

"Yeah, baby girl, just like now. You want that? Want me to make love to your tight little ass?" She whimpers and gasps as I hit that spot hidden away inside her pussy.

"Yes, Daddy, please."

Digging deep into her cunt, I make love to her so she feels like I'm part of her body. Sucking her soul into me until we explode together. I continue to pump my hips so she slides sweetly back to reality.

Pulling free of her languid body, we hiss together, too sensitive for any more right now. "Sleep, little one. Daddy will be back later to take care of you."

Slipping the blankets over her body, I head into the closet to get dressed before stepping back out to check on her. Her eyes are heavy, but she's determined to stay awake.

"Daddy?" Her precious pink tongue sticks out to lick her lips.

Kneeling next to the bed, I cup her cheek, brushing my thumb along the apple of it. "Yeah, princess?"

She nuzzles into my hand. "I love you, too."

My grin spreads slowly. "Yeah, little girl, I know." Kissing her on the lips, I meet her eyes, telling her a thousand things without saying a word. "Sleep now; I'll check on you in a bit."

Leaving her is harder than I imagined. Blue lies outside the door, so I leave it open a crack in case he wants to go in, before making my way downstairs. Passing the kitchen, I see Sally making what I think is bread as she kneads the dough.

"When you're finished, would you mind bringing up some water for Soren?" Her eyes slide over to me before she nods.

As I walk away, I hear, "I'm missing a paring knife."

"I'll get you a new one." Her laughter follows me.

Entering my office, I find the brothers seated across from my desk, bottled water in their hands. That pleases me. I won't invest my money and word into a man who drinks during a business meeting like this, especially so early. It would lead me to believe he isn't ready for what I'm about to offer.

"Fury?" I nod to the burlier one. The brothers" looks are similar enough that they could be mistaken for each other.

He stands, offers a hand, and then says, "My brother Styx."

Shaking each of their hands, I notice Zak enter and close the door. "Eli's on it," he shares.

"Something wrong?" Styx asks, glancing between us.

"No. Just protection for my girl." I'm bringing them into my fold; they'll need to know she's off-limits.

Fury's spine straightens. "She in danger?"

Waving him off, I explain, "Nothing like that. I'd rather be safe than sorry." Relaxing in his seat, he nods. "Now, I assume you understand why you're here; I simply need to know if you're up for being the best in the business."

"What's the catch?" the brother asks, and I raise a brow at him. "I've been managing Fury since we were teens. I'm not about to let him step into some shit without having all the details."

Staring the kid down, I expect him to stand down, to waver in his stance. I'm pleased he doesn't. "No catch. You fight, you win, we both make money."

"There's always a catch," Fury reiterates.

Sitting back in my chair, I keep my hands flat on the desk. "I could create one to make you more comfortable, but as it stands, there isn't one. My expectations are clear. Your debut would be in about six months so that you have time to train with my current fighter. He's ruthless, takes no shit, and if you're up to it, he'll get you in the best shape of your life."

Zak looks at his phone before coming over to whisper in my ear, "She's up and heading this way." Christ, that didn't last nearly long enough.

"Open the door," I tell him. The brothers watch Zak do as I say, curiosity in their eyes.

"There are rules, of course," I begin.

"Here we go," Styx mutters. Fury shoots him a glare.

"No drinking, no drugs, and you stick to the dietary plan that will be laid out for you." I pause when Soren enters the doorway, looking far too delectable for anyone else to see. Both men turn to look at her, their throats bobbing as they take her in. I watch them shift in their chairs; their attraction is palpable.

"Daddy?" Her eyes meet mine. She looks thoroughly fucked and in desperate need of another deep dicking. Or maybe that's only what I want to see.

"You have a daughter?" Styx asks, obviously not cluing in.

"Come here, princess." Soren immediately walks closer. The dress she's wearing swishes across the tops of her thighs, enticing any man who looks at her. "You miss Daddy already, little girl?" I observe from the corner of my eye as they watch our interaction.

Standing between my legs, I slide one hand up the back of her dress to cup her bare cheek. "You are begging for a spanking, princess." Climbing into my lap, she kisses my jaw, nipping at my neck. "Behave," I whisper into her ear as I cradle her to me.

Glancing at the brothers, I register their confusion. "Not my daughter." They nod. "Nobody lays a finger on her unless they want to die. The ways in which I will torture a man have yet to be invented." I level them both with a glare. Zak chokes back a laugh since I let him touch her not an hour ago.

"I have a condo for you here in Anaheim if you want," I continue with my instructions. "Where you live is up to you, nonetheless."

Fury says, "We have a place in Venice Beach." Nick Gambino's territory. Since he's not into the fighting circuit, I know they'll be fine, but I'll have a word with the other man anyway.

"Fine." My dick grows as Soren shifts in my lap. "You should be in bed, princess," I growl down at her.

"It's not the same without you," she whines, drawing a smile from me. Brushing back her hair, I cup her chin in my hand.

"Questions, gentlemen?" I glance up to find Styx's gaze glued to Soren.

"Yeah, what's with the Daddy?" Soren stiffens in my arms before she sits up.

"What about it?" she bites out, obviously ready to tear this man down.

"Why?" I focus on his eyes. He's not judging her or us, he's simply curious about what it means.

I notice Soren struggling with how to explain because I'm not sure she understands it herself, only that she knows it's right for us. So, I field the question. "It's more than a father figure. It's protection, love, encouragement. It means she knows I'll always stand with, beside, or behind her in any situation. Being her Daddy is an honor I'll take with me to the grave. There isn't a thing in this world I won't do for Soren. Nothing she'll ever want for. I take care of her."

Her eyes become teary as she looks back at me. Cupping her cheek, I lift her chin and brush my lips across hers, telling her without words just how much I love her.

"Sounds…intense," Styx finally responds.

"With the right woman, it should always be intense." And that is true. I hadn't realized it until meeting my sweet girl, but from the moment my sight landed on her, I'd felt a burning desire deep within me to know everything I could about her.