21. Kieran

21

KIERAN

I haven't experienced a lot of emotions in my life. Being brought up in the mafia, it was ingrained in me to be tough, ruthless, and stoic. Never let anyone see anything other than that. But this woman. This little, smart-mouthed demon of mine brings me to my fucking knees. She protected me from Olivia. She threatened the woman with bodily harm for me. Being possessive is in my nature, but having Paisley be possessive of me means everything. More than I could ever explain to her.

She turns to me, her eyes searching. "Are you okay, Daddy?"

Tipping my head down, I stare at her in a state of shock. "Am I okay?"

"Yes. Are you okay?"

I yank her into my arms, crushing her against my chest. "I love you, Paisley Mae. For the rest of my life, I'm going to make you the happiest woman in the world. You're my everything, Little one."

She squeezes me around the waist and sighs. "You make me feel more loved than I've ever felt before. I love you so much."

We stand in silence for a few moments, holding each other. When she releases me and takes a step back, her eyes sparkle with mischief.

"If I ever catch you letting another woman touch you, though, I'll put a piranha in your underwear. I don't care what kind of scene you have to make. No one touches what's mine. Got it?"

Chuckling, I nod. "Got it, baby."

Cage strolls up to us. "Can I interrupt and borrow Kieran for a moment?"

I scowl at him. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

It's weird seeing Cage in a suit. Normally, he's in jeans and boots, yet he looks just as comfortable all dressed up. The guy is an enigma. But also, why the fuck is he at my girl's party?

His gaze shifts to Paisley, and suddenly, I'm considering slitting a throat. His.

"The girls invited me. We're friends," he answers, smiling at Paisley.

I turn and glare at Paisley. "You're not fucking friends with him."

Her mouth drops open, and she narrows her eyes. "You don't get to tell me who I'm friends with. Now, if you'll excuse me, Chloe is waving me over." She sticks her tongue out at me, then winks at Cage. "Good to see you, Cage. Thanks for coming."

Her ass sways as she walks off, and my cock twitches. That brat just goaded me. Not only am I fucking her ass tonight, but I'm spanking it too until she agrees not to be friends with this asshole.

"Stay away from her," I snap.

Cage grins and shrugs. "I was just as surprised as you that they invited me. What can I say? I'm charming."

I grunt. "Be less fucking charming."

"I'm not sure that's possible. It just comes so naturally. Maybe I can teach you a thing or two."

Jesus Christ. I'm sitting all four of those girls down tomorrow and making some rules for them. I'm sure Bash, Killian, and Declan would agree with me. Do they even know Cage is here?

"Anyway, here's the information you asked me for. I think you're going to be surprised by what you see." He hands me a piece of paper with an address and phone number on it. An Olympia address. Not far away. Interesting.

"Thanks," I murmur.

Cage slaps me on the shoulder. "You know, if you weren't so fucking grumpy all the time, you might see that I'm actually a good guy with those girls' best interest and safety at heart. Besides, as sweet as they are, I prefer my women to play a bit Littler. I like to be needed and to take care of their most basic needs. Maybe it's the control freak in me."

Interesting. I can't really see Cage being soft enough for a younger Little, but the man does often surprise me. I guess he only shows us the side he wants us to see. Then again, I guess all of us do that.

"Thanks for getting this information. I owe you one."

He nods. "Yeah. You do. Now, I'm going to go hug and congratulate the girls on their amazing achievement."

"Don't you dare hug Paisley," I bark at him as he walks away.

The asshole just laughs.

" C ome on, baby. Let's go home." I lead her away from the group of people she's talking to and thread my fingers with hers.

She's slightly glassy-eyed, and I'm sure she's tired. It's after midnight. I waited as long as I could to drag her out of here. Staring at her all night in that ruby red silk dress, hugging every single one of her curves, has been pure fucking torture. I can't decide if I want her to leave her dress on while I fuck her or if I want to rip it off so I can lick, kiss, and bite every inch of her.

"I need to say bye to the girls."

Letting out a low growl, I release her hand. "You have five minutes before I drag you out of here over my shoulder."

As she saunters away, I swat her ass, and she giggles, swinging her hair as she looks back at me. Fuck, I've never felt a love like this. Fun, light-hearted, and true. For the first time in my life, I'm looking forward to waking up tomorrow and the next day and five years from now. I love my brothers and the life I live, but I've never had a reason to want to keep living. Paisley gives me the purpose I didn't know I needed. Watching her hug her friends and my brothers goodnight, my heart is so full. And when she turns her attention on me, beaming, her eyes sparkling, I lose the ability to breathe.

Taking her hand again, I lead her out to the waiting limo, help her in, and then slide in next to her. When I turn to buckle her seatbelt, she grabs me and pulls my face to hers, kissing me fiercely.

I quickly take over, claiming her mouth with mine. She moans and arches into me, her fingers searching as she slides them down to my aching cock. When she grabs my dick, I lift my hips and groan.

"Don't test me, baby. I've barely held on this long," I murmur into her mouth.

She whimpers and crawls onto my lap. Fuck. She should be belted in. Her safety comes first. If anything happened to her because of my own selfishness, I'd never forgive myself.

When I lift her off me and set her back in her seat, she lets out a noise of protest and frowns. Ignoring her pouting, I fasten her seatbelt.

"Be a good girl, and I'll reward you when we get home."

"What if I don't wanna be a good girl?"

I raise an eyebrow and reach over to cup her chin. "Then you'll go to bed with a hot ass and no orgasms."

Bluffing isn't usually my thing, and I hope to hell she doesn't call me on it because there's no fucking way either of us are going to sleep without coming tonight.

"You're such a mean Daddy, you know that?" she asks, though there's no force behind the question.

Grinning, I tap her nose. "I know. The meanest ever."

She giggles and leans her head against my shoulder, then lets out a soft sigh. "The meanest," she whispers as she gives my arm a gentle squeeze.

My little demon tortures me for the rest of the ride home, pawing at my cock the entire time. By the time the car comes to a stop, I'm on the verge of exploding. And she's going to pay dearly for all this teasing.

As soon as we're inside, I'm on her, yanking her against my body, kissing her neck, biting her ear. I need to be careful of the bruise on her back but fuck, she's killing me. I've never wanted or needed something so badly.

"You're going to take Daddy's cock in your ass like a good girl tonight, aren't you?" I growl.

She whimpers and pushes her ass against me. "I don't know if I can." Her words are soft and innocent, but she's panting.

"You can and you will, even if I have to tie you to the bed and take what I want."

My heart is beating erratically, and my dick is so hard I'm surprised it hasn't busted my zipper.

I nudge her upstairs and into our room, closing and locking the door behind us. No one will come in the house, but I want her to know that she can't get out. Can't get away from me. Ever. If she truly didn't want me to fuck her ass, I wouldn't, but her eyes tell me what her mouth doesn't.

"That dress, baby. You look so fucking beautiful in it. Although, I love you in black."

She slides her hands down her front and blushes. "I wasn't sure about wearing color, but it matched my lipstick so well."

That fucking red lipstick. She still has some on. Reaching out, I run my finger along her bottom lip, smearing it slightly. Then, I slide the tip into my mouth and taste it. She watches, her eyes glittering under the dim light.

"You keep looking at me like that, and I'm going to rip that dress to shreds, then bend you over the bed and fuck your perfect ass before I make you come."

"You can't rip my dress. It was expensive." She takes a step back like she's expecting me to tear it off anyway.

"I'll buy you hundreds of those dresses." I prowl toward her. "But I'll be nice and not ruin this one. Turn around so I can unzip it."

She obeys. While I undo the zipper, I lean down and press kisses to her shoulder. "Mine. Do you understand me, baby? You're mine."

"Yes," she whispers, resting her head against my chest.

As her yellowing bruises and scrape come into view, I make a vow for the millionth time since she was attacked to protect her and keep her safe for the rest of my life. No one will ever harm her again, emotionally or physically.

When her dress falls to the floor, I groan. "You're not wearing any panties. You naughty Little girl. I ought to take my belt to your ass for that."

"I didn't want panty lines." She looks back at me, smiling mischievously.

"So, you wanted every man at the party tonight to know you weren't wearing panties?" I demand.

Her eyes narrow, and she gasps. "Really? You want to get jealous now?"

I smirk at her. "Maybe. Maybe I want to hate-fuck you tonight."

Rolling her eyes, she turns and lifts to her tiptoes to kiss me. "How about you love-fuck me instead?"

"I like that idea even better." I pick her up, pleased when she wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her to the bed and set her down. She watches me as I undress down to my underwear, licking her lips when I grip my cock and groan. "Get rid of the bra," I demand.

She quickly obeys, tossing it across the room. God, she's so perfect. So beautiful and soft yet strong and resilient. My girl. My treasure.

Hooking my hands behind her knees, I pull them up so she's lying back and then drop to my knees before her. Saliva pools in my mouth as I stare at her wet, bare pussy and inhale her scent. I press my tongue to her clit. She moans and jolts. Her hands fly to my hair, gripping tightly as she presses my head against her. I start sucking and biting while pushing her thighs back, opening her up even more.

"Oh my God!"

I chuckle against her pussy, tugging on her clit with my teeth. "No God, baby. Just you and me. Always you and me."

Her moans grow louder and louder until I press a finger into her pussy and curl it up. She screams and pulls my hair harder.

"Daddy! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, shit!" Her body quakes, and her legs shake as I continue to eat her through her orgasm.

When she quiets, and her body goes limp, I rise and strip out of my underwear, fisting my cock.

"Get on your knees, baby. I want you to mark me with that pretty red lipstick."

She slides down to the floor. Before I can approach, she crawls on all fours to me, and holy shit, it's beautiful watching her ass bounce as she moves. I might need to command her to crawl for me more often.

Without waiting, she grips my dick and swirls her tongue around the head, then takes me into her mouth, sucking and slurping at me. Unable to stop myself, I grab hold of her hair and thrust until she gags.

"Remember to tap my thigh if you need me to stop, baby," I rasp as I start fucking her mouth.

I stare down at her to make sure she understands. She nods as much as she can, and I thrust harder. She moans and gags. Saliva drips down her chin. My cock is coated with red smears of lipstick, and Jesus Christ, I'm in heaven.

Unable to take it anymore, I yank her head back and reach down to pull her up. "Your mouth is trouble. You're either using it to talk shit to me or trying to kill me by sucking me so damn good."

She laughs and yelps when I turn her toward the bed and swat her ass. "Get on all-fours, baby."

While she gets into position, I grab a bottle of lube and some towels from my nightstand.

"I've never done this before," she says softly.

Knowing that turns me on even more. She's giving me all of her.

"I'll make it good, baby. Try to relax and trust me."

She looks back at me, her eyes glowing with love. "I do, Daddy."

This must be what it feels like to be a king.

I pop the cap to the lube, rub some on my fingers, then bring them to her pussy. She startles but quickly relaxes when I begin playing with her clit. With my other hand, I squirt some lube onto her asshole and rub my thumb around the tight ring. As soon as I stroke over the hole, she tenses.

"Shh. Relax, baby. We'll go slow."

It's going to take superhuman strength not to rush this, but I want her to enjoy it.

As I keep playing with her pussy, she moans and starts to move her hips against my touch. When she pushes her hips back slightly, I press the tip of my index finger into her ass, watching as her hole stretches around me.

"Oh, it burns, Daddy. It burns."

"I know, baby. Breathe through it. That sensation will go away, and it will start to feel good."

With each tiny thrust, her asshole relaxes, letting me in a little deeper until I'm up to my second knuckle.

"You're doing so well, baby. Your ass is so tight. I'm going to add a second finger to stretch you some more."

She whimpers but nods, so I add my middle finger, groaning as I watch. Fuck. In a minute, it's going to be my cock in there.

"Oh, ohhhh," she moans. "That feels good."

I stroke her clit several times while continuing to play with her ass. "Such a good girl. Daddy's good girl. I love you, baby. I'm so proud of you."

My words of praise are all it takes for her to relax enough for both of my fingers to slide all the way into her ass before she starts moving in sync with my thrusts.

"I…" she pants. "I want you. Please. I want you inside me."

She doesn't have to ask me twice. Slowly, I pull out of her and clean my fingers one on of the towels.

"Deep breath in, baby, then let it out slowly."