4. Soren

Ican see from the look in his eyes that my answer is important to him. Adonis needs to know that while I've had the desire to be someone's little girl, he's the one I choose, and he wants that reason. One I normally wouldn't tell another living soul.

"Your eyes." I lift my hand, tracing the almond shape of his smoldering blue eyes. "They spoke to my soul. Three seconds, that's how long I gazed into them, and I saw my entire future. I knew I'd found my Daddy." His grin is disarming. The hand on my throat tightens and then relaxes like he doesn't know whether he wants to let me go or not. "When you stood up for me, got shot for me, cupped my head and held me to your thigh, then got shot again, all of it just confirmed that you are the man meant to take care of me. Treat me like I'm yours and kill anyone who dares try to come between us."

That was a lot more than I meant to say, but it's what he needed to hear. If I want to keep Adonis, then he needs to know he can trust me above all others. And he can. I'd rather die than betray this man.

"Tell me your dirtiest, darkest fantasies. The ones locked away in this beautiful mind. I want the ones you don't want me to know about, either. Tell me everything, my sweet princess."

"All of it?" I whisper. I don't know if I have the courage to give him everything. Not yet. He requires my trust, as I do his.

He ponders my question for a minute, the hand on my throat now stroking me, lulling me. Comforting me enough to relax my body beneath his.

"Start off easy, start off with what's comfortable." I can do that.

I give him a sharp nod, and he pulls back, taking the seat I found him in when I arrived. He pulls me up with him so I'm straddling his lap, his hardness digging between my thighs, thumping heavily with each breath against my clit.

Blue grunts as he climbs onto the couch, lays his head on my thigh and watches Adonis with restrained protectiveness. Adonis glares back at him.

"Well…" he prompts.

"I liked your hand…around my throat." His eyes wander down to stare at where his hand was moments ago. "I read a book with that in it, how it intensifies the pleasure. I'd like it if you did it again." He nods, one hand squeezing my hip while the other slides up my thigh. "Pain, I like…pain."

My head drops as shame rolls through my body. I recognize that it's not normal. It's sick and twisted, and I shouldn't want it, but I do. It's a craving deep inside my soul.

"We can explore that. If you hadn't noticed, I'm not opposed to it." His words come off as teasing, but I feel like he's just unlocked Pandora's box.

"Have you heard of con non-con?" His eyes dip in confusion. "Consensual-nonconsensual," I expound, and his eyes widen.

"Princess, you are playing with fire with that one." His whole demeanor changes. He tenses and ripples with barely restrained lust. "You want Daddy to take anything he wants from you?"

My head moves up and down timidly. I don't think there's anything I wouldn't let him do to me.

"Anything off limits?" I love that he cares so much.

"No." I clear my throat. "And I'd really like to try anal. I dream about it." I've shocked him. "I've been dreaming about it all week."

"Are you real?" He shakes his head. "Because no girl, no fucking virgin in the history of sex, has ever uttered those fucking words. I'm certain." I soften at his banter.

"I imagine not. But not many girls get locked up and kept away from the general male public for most of their lives, either. I've had a lot of time to fantasize and dream about what I'd like. Do you know what deep impact is?" He blinks rapidly at my question.

"Deep dicking? Yeah, princess, I'm familiar." His eyes are so dark, filling with lust.

"Well, I want that." I bite my lip and lower my gaze before telling him the rest. "My first time, I want to feel you deep inside of me."

Adonis' hands move up and down my body, his fingers squeezing, moving my clothes out of the way. "I need you to know something, princess." I let out a little moan when he cups my breasts. "Once I take you, there's no going back. The second my dick gets inside of your sugary cunt, I'm never letting you go. You'll belong to me."

"You say that like a warning." Placing my hands on his chest, I trace the snake tattoo that coils around his pec and across his shoulders before disappearing down his back.

"It is," he confirms. "But I have to be honest, I don't think I can let you go now, anyway. The things you want, what you need…if anybody else ever tries to take those from you, from me, I'll commit some pretty fucking heinous crimes to get you back."

"You want to keep me?" What's wrong with me that that's the part I focus on?

"Princess, you're Daddy's baby girl. There's no way I'm letting anyone near you now."

Leaning forward, I kiss his neck, right under his jaw, before whispering, "I like that, Daddy. I want you to keep me." Laying my head down on his chest, I realize this is the point where other couples would get to the sex part of the evening, but that's not us.

Adonis holds me tighter, kissing my head and encouraging me to go back to sleep. Nightmares have plagued me every night since the robbery, and in them, all the things that could have gone wrong did. Sleep brought terror, so much of it that I've been avoiding it for the last two nights. But now, with the warmth of Adonis' tempting body, his strength, and the security emanating from him, I find myself floating into unconsciousness.

* * *

"Sshhh, Blue." I reach out a hand to comfort the animal. His bristly fur brushes my fingertips, and his tongue licks my hand, but he doesn't curb his growling.

Popping one eye open, the room is shrouded in darkness that only comes from nightfall. "Oh crap." My parents are going to be pissed. I bet I have a dozen messages from my mom and texts from my angry father for upsetting her. "We better go," I whisper to Blue, who stands on the couch now, his body tense.

Pushing up from the cushions, I notice Adonis' absence and wonder when he left me. Doesn't matter. I need to get home. Shoving my messy hair out of my face, I straighten my clothes before standing and slipping on my shoes.

Clipping the leash to Blue's collar, he follows beside me as we tip-toe out of the room Adonis has set up for his recovery. The walk home to Irvine from Anaheim will be long because no cab or bus will let us on.

"Oh!" I almost forgot Blue's muzzle on the table. "Wait here." I hook the leash over the door handle and quickly grab it. Another growl turns me around just as someone approaches Blue. "Don't do that!" I warn as I grab the metal cage, and Blue snaps at the man.

"What the fuck!" he shouts. I haven't seen him yet, so I don't know who he is or what he'll do. "Why the fuck is this beast in here? And who the fuck are you?"

Blue really doesn't like the man, continuing to snap and snarl at him. "We're leaving," I mutter, pulling on the leash as I open the door.

"No, the fuck you're not. That monster nearly took my hand off." He grabs a chunk of my hair, so I drop the muzzle and leash to reach back. Blue attacks this time, but because of the man's grip on my hair, I hit the ground with them.

"Blue, no!" I cry out as he tears the stranger up. If I try and stop him, Blue might bite me in the frenzy without meaning to, so I keep screaming, "Blue, stop!"

Men come running from all directions, guns raised as they witness what's happening, not realizing that the dog was just protecting me. Throwing my body over Blue's, I cover him the best I can so if they fire, the impact will hit me first and slow the path of the bullet.

"Put your fucking weapons away!" someone shouts, but I'm so lost in fear I don't recognize who it is. The only sound is the rushing of blood through my ears and the man's whimpers from below Blue. He's got the guy's arm in a tight grip between his teeth.

The hands at my shoulders try dragging me away, but I refuse to let go of my dog. "No! Don't touch me!" I struggle out of the firm grip and wrap myself tighter around Blue. "You can't hurt him," I cry.

"Princess." Adonis' voice penetrates my despair enough that I glance up at him. "Let me help you up." I shake my head. "Nobody is going to hurt Blue." My eyes rove over the men surrounding us; their guns are now away.

"It's not his fault," I sob before releasing Blue and allowing Adonis to lift me to my feet. I'm covered in blood. I feel the stickiness of it on my face and neck, as well as my arms, and my top is practically soaked.

"Bullshit," the man in Blue's hold spits out. "This fucking mutt attacked me!"

"Because you attacked me!" I shout back. Blue growls, tightening his grip on the man's arm.

"What'd he do to you, princess?" Adonis draws my attention back to him with a hand on my jaw. "Tell me."

I hesitate momentarily, registering the anger in his eyes. I don't know who it's directed at, and that worries me. I will throw myself in front of Blue if there is another threat against him.

Licking my lips, I swallow, the dryness in my mouth and throat making it hard to. "I had hooked Blue's leash on the door so I could grab his muzzle. He growled, and when I looked back, he"—I point to the man in Blue's grip—"didn't listen to my warning when I told him not to reach for Blue. Blue snapped at him but didn't bite him." Even though he could have. "When we went to walk out the door, he grabbed a chunk of my hair, and Blue only did what he was trained to do when faced with a threat."

Adonis' demeanor shifts. Unfettered rage contorts his features as he looks down at the man sprawled out in his foyer. "You fucking touched her?"

"Adonis, please, I just want to go home." His glower swings around to laser me in place. He definitely doesn't like that idea.

"Home." He spits the word out like it tastes bad. "This is your home now." I shake my head. His eyes narrow into deadly slits. "Yes the fuck it is, princess. From the second you begged me to be your Daddy, it became your home." My jaw trembles, and I want to argue with him, but I sense now isn't the time.

"Blue," I whisper down to the dog, who would very much like to eat the man under his body. "Come here." With another aggressive shake of his head, he finally releases his grip and sits at my feet.

"Clean him up," Adonis snaps out the order. As soon as we're left alone, he grips my chin and forces me to look at him. "I want to hear the words, little princess."

I understand what he wants, but I'm just not sure I can give that to him—not yet, not like we both want. "You're my home, Daddy." I settle on that instead because, deep inside my soul, I know that to be true.