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“Just protecting my buddies. If they so much as look at you, I’ll kill them. With my bare hands. So get something to eat, and then go upstairs and get in bed. Read a book, watch your TikTok and wait for Daddy. Understood?”

She laughs a little, and her thigh presses against my cock. She smells like heaven and feels like home. “Yes, Daddy. Understood.”

That word on her lips—it’s the sweetest sound in the world. Only hearing it between her sobs when she’s coming will be sweeter. “Good girl. And keep the pigtails in.”

Eighteen

Kat

Ifall into a doze on the sofa in the bedroom to the sound of the three of them talking, low masculine voices and sometimes a deep laugh cut by the sound of beer bottles clinking. For as terrified as I was earlier, I feel safe now, knowing that I have half a SEAL team under my window.

But my dozing dreams are littered with Corsicov’s face and sometimes I can swear I even hear his Mercedes. His voice reading those little notes he’s left for me.

Deeper into an anxious nap I go, and all my thoughts are of Trent. His body. His touch. His voice. His eyes. Just as sleep is coming, I feel his energy in the room. The scent of power and desire and a man claiming his kingdom.

I open my eyes in the darkness of the bedroom. “Am I dreaming?”

There’s enough light from the moon for me to see his chiseled jaw, his darkly sparkling eyes. “No, baby girl. I’m here.”

“Are they gone?” I ask. My voice is heavy with sleep, and I realize it might be much later than I thought.

“Yes and no. They’re staying in the apartment over the garage. Too drunk to go anywhere. They’ll probably stay up all night, playing GTA and talking shit.”

“You should go be with them. I’m okay here.”

He shakes his head. “Not a fucking chance. There’s only one place I want to be tonight.”

His words give me goosebumps, from head to toe. “Oh yeah? Where’s that?” I tease sleepily. “Next to me?”

“Fuck no.”

I lift my head to look at him. He leans down, scooping me up into his arms like a doll, carrying me from the sofa to the bed. I hang onto his broad shoulders as he carries me across the enormous room. “No?”

“Not next to you.” He lays me down on the bed. “Inside you.”

His words hit me like an arrow; a rush of warmth in my chest, opening outward from my heart all the way to my toes.

Even through my sleepy fog, a distinctive ripple flows out from me, from my clit, to my outer lips, through my thighs.

His rough two-day beard scratches my neck as he kisses me softly, just under my ear. Already, I know my panties are damp. The heat of the anger between us earlier did something crazy to me. Lit a fire that only he can extinguish.

“Knowing you were up here, while I was down there? Fucking miserable.”

“Tell me.”

Trent laughs coolly. “They were there talking about our fucking CO and all I could think is how bad I wanted to fuck another round of baby cream into you.”

“More.”

“They’re talking about IEDs, I’m thinking about your bare pussy, my tongue slipping inside. Your walls squeezing me tight.”

I let out a moan of pleasure. “I can’t stop thinking about us. I never want to stop thinking about us.”

“Me fucking either. I told them I was worn out, that I had to go to bed.”

“Am I who wore you out?”

“Nah. Not even fucking close.”