3. Adonis

Aweek since the bank robbery.

A week since I was shot twice.

A week since she escaped my grasp.

Soren Chambers. Beautiful, perfect, mine.

The daughter of one of the most ruthless criminal attorneys in the state. The man has no qualms about who his clients are, doesn't care what they do. All he's ever after is the all-mighty dollar.

Greed fuels him, meaning he's not my kind of attorney. He can be bought; I need men of loyalty. It helps that I pad the pockets of those who remain by my side.

But my girl is locked away in his castle.

For now.

I've been forced to "relax" for at least another week, so I've sent Zak and Eli to fetch her for me. It's already been too long since I've had my hands on her, and I need them there again. I need Daddy's baby girl in my bed.

Drew and Craig set up the family room so I don't have to hike my brute ass up the stairs to my room and rip the stitches in my thigh once again. It's happened three times so far, and now I'm not allowed to lift a fucking finger without someone shoving me back into my chaise sofa.

"They're here," Joe says from his perch near the window. Muting the movie I'd just put on, I toss the blanket aside with every intention of getting up to meet Soren at the door, but Joe shoves me back down before my feet hit the floor.

"When I can get up again, I'm kicking your ass." I've been making these same threats all week, but nobody listens to me. It's a damn good thing Zak has banned anyone from the house except my most trusted men and my housekeeper, Sally. She's like everyone's mother around here.

"Miss Chambers," I hear Joe utter as he opens the door for her.

There's a growl and the snapping of a strong jaw before I see my princess come walking in, a beast of a dog leading the way. "What the fuck is that thing?" Half an ear is missing, scars cover most of its muzzle, and razor-sharp teeth are bared at Joe as the big man backs away.

"His name is Blue." Soren's eyes are filled with fire as she meets my gaze from across the room. They soften when she realizes my sad state—a bandage encases my thigh, and another covers my shoulder. Both are reminders of the reason we met.

"And what exactly is Blue?" I know he's a dog, but he's fucking ugly.

"He was part of a dogfighting ring that was rescued eight months ago. Two months later, I met him. When the shelter decided he wasn't redeemable, I set my mind to proving them wrong, and after the robbery, I adopted him." Her chin rises in challenge.

"Come here." My demand is soft. "Now," I say when she hesitates. "Sit." I nod my head to the empty spot next to me as she approaches. She does, the dog remaining at her side, growling still and baring its teeth. He takes a step closer to me, sniffing the bandage on my leg, sensing a weakness.

The little fucker.

Searching her face, I notice the dark circles under her eyes, the exhaustion weighing down her lips. The way her shoulders sag, like they're too tired to hold her body upright.

"When's the last time you slept?" Reaching forward, I unhook the dog's leash, ignoring his attempt to bite my hand off. "Be good, or I'll bury you out back," I snarl back at him.

"You will not!" Soren's outraged gasp is filled with emotion.

"He hurts one hair on your head, and I damn well will." Her eyes widen.

"He won't. Blue loves me. I'm the only one he lets near him or listens to." Good. That means the beast will protect her at all costs.

"You didn't answer me. When's the last time you slept?" She shrugs, and I frown. I suspect she hasn't slept much since the robbery. She's probably terrified. "Joe!" His head pops around the corner. "Grab the dog a bowl of water and put up the privacy screen." He nods and moves to do as I ask. More like ambles, but he does it.

"Are you okay?" Soren reaches forward but stops short of touching me.

Grasping her wrist, I place her hand over the wound on my shoulder. "I'm fine. Thanks to you."

"Me?" She's visibly shocked. "I'm the reason you were shot in the first place!"

"No, princess, you weren't. They were looking to hurt someone. I just gave them an excuse." She seems to relax at that.

"I still wish you hadn't." Her voice is so soft, like a balm to my soul.

"I'd do it again in a heartbeat." Nothing will ever stop me from protecting her, not now that I've found her. Blue turns at Joe's entrance, growling as the man places his water down before backing away and putting up the screen I had brought in while I'm stuck down here.

"You're really alright?" Soren scoots closer to me. I can feel her body heat and want more of it.

"I could be better."

"How can I help?" She's so fucking eager.

Holding out an arm, I invite her in. "Lay with me and watch this damn movie." She hesitates for a full minute before kicking off her shoes, curling her legs under her ass, and leaning back against the couch.

My eyes narrow as I stare at her. Gripping her shoulder, I bring her into my body, stifling the grunt of pain when she crashes against my shoulder. "Mr. Lorde! You could have hurt yourself."

"So you do know my name." I wasn't sure she would remember it from when those assholes recognized me.

"Well, yeah, I've only been interrogated about you every day since the robbery." It's my turn to be shocked.

"What do you mean?" Why the fuck are they focusing on me?

Her shoulder lifts casually, but I feel the underlying tension in her body. Holding her closer still, I drape her leg over mine before tossing the blankets over top of us and hitting play on the TV in front of us.

Because of the curtains, the room is dark enough that it'll be easy for her to fall asleep when she's ready, and I can feel that moment coming.

"The detective working the case has been bringing me into the station daily since the robbery. I've spent more hours in an interrogation room than out of it lately." It's clear how weary she's become because of it.

"You don't need to worry about that anymore. I'll take care of you now, princess." Kissing the top of her head, I give her a squeeze. I love that she enjoys wearing dresses because now, I can run my hand up her thigh. Feel her petal-soft skin as she relaxes against me, ignoring the movie and falling asleep.

Zak pokes his head in, much to Blue's ire, and I wave him over. "Find out the detective on our case and why the fuck he's interrogating a victim about me. Then get our attorney on the line and let him know in no uncertain terms that he is to fuck the cops up so much they won't know the difference between their mouth holes and their assholes. Nobody bugs her again." He nods and disappears as I savor the woman in my arms.

Stretching out next to me, she lets out a little moan as her hand brushes across my firm abs, nails scraping along as she dreams. Her whimpered, "Oh, Daddy," has my dick turning to steel under her thigh.

Fucking better be dreaming about me. I'm the only Daddy in her damn life. I'll kill anyone else who even dares try and take my place. Nudging her forehead with my nose, I push her head to the side, kissing her cheek and moving along her jaw up to her ear.

"That Daddy you're dreaming about had better be me, princess, or my hand is going to be landing on your ass." She moans again, shifting closer, rubbing that sweet cunt against my thigh. "Fuck it," I hiss, pushing her body back gently to lay her on her back.

Spreading her thighs, I lift her skirt and admire the little wet spot quickly spreading across the crotch of her white lace panties. Skimming a finger across her lips, I push on her clit, rubbing until her hips rise to get closer.

"That's it, sweet princess, search for Daddy." Kissing the inside of her thigh, I nibble when I reach the taut abductor muscles as she strains towards me.

"Mr. Lorde!" she gasps, and I recognize she's awake now. Gazing upwards, I see her bright, golden eyes glued to where my finger circles her tiny bud.

Crawling up her body, I ignore the pull of stitches in my thigh and shoulder. I need inside her cunt, now. "Tell me, little girl, are you still a virgin?" She licks her lips, her eyes not leaving my mouth. "Have you been saving yourself for Daddy like a good girl?"

Her body shivers, and I'm unsure if it's because she likes to be a good girl or wants to call me Daddy, too. "I'm a good girl." She hesitates, then says, "Daddy."

"Fuck yeah, you are. Will you be Daddy's filthy little whore, also?" Her thighs spread wider, making more room for me as she nods. "Ever called another man Daddy before?"

I watch her throat as she swallows, and I catch the hesitation in her eyes. "No, but I've wanted to."

I growl. I want to roar like the beast I feel inside me. My hands tighten on her body, bruising in their intensity. "Who?"

Soren shifts her legs so her thighs cradle my hips, locking her ankles around the small of my back and dragging me closer. Her hands move up my corded arms. "A professor I met when I toured UCLA a few months ago." Her lips lift in a knowing smile as my eyes narrow. "He was older, at least forty, grey hair, square jaw. He was commanding, and when our eyes met, I immediately thought he'd be a perfect Daddy."

"I'll fucking kill him." And I will. I don't give a fuck if he never touched her; he doesn't deserve the thoughts in her head.

She rolls her eyes at me. "There was another boy, a year older than me. Every day, we played this game." Leaning down, I nip her neck hard, leaving a red mark. "He would trap my body against my locker, rub his hard-on into my back, and ask me when he could be my Daddy."

"Are you trying to piss me off?" Because it's fucking working.

Circling a hand around her neck, I squeeze until her breath catches, until her nails claw at my arms. And I don't stop. She's at my fucking mercy, and she needs to recognize that.

"I've fantasized for so long about being someone's little girl, their precious possession, that I didn't think it was ever going to happen." Despite my hold on her, she pushes up, grazing my lips with her own. "I have all these dark…desires inside of me. I want things that no virgin should even dream about, and I think…" My eyes follow her tongue as she licks across her lips. "Will you be my Daddy, Mr. Lorde?"

"Why?" Her eyes widen as her body jolts, and I know she didn't expect that question. "Why me and not the others?"