Page 28 of Falling for Them (Cinderella’s Daddies #1)

It’s kind of sickening, after knowing what he did to her. What the hell is she thinking? But then she pulls away from him, and his phone is in her hand.

He reaches for it, but Ella evades his grasp.

“Hey, what are you doing?” he says.

“Taking care of what’s mine,” she says, before turning quickly on her heel.

She takes two steps toward her cleaning cart. With a grimly satisfied expression on her face, she drops the phone into the bucket.

Joel makes a sound of despair. “All my shit is on there!”

“Yeah, well, so was mine,” Ella says. “And without my permission. Asshole.”

“The storage was full,” he whines. “I haven’t backed it up in months!”

“Even better,” she says.

“You’re going to buy me a new phone,” Joel says, pointing at her.

“Point at Ella one more time, and I’ll break your finger,” Bash says cheerfully.

“She’s not buying you a new phone, and neither am I,” I say. “Was there a copy of that video anywhere else?”

Joel frowns. “Yeah. My computer in the office.”

“Which he no longer has access to,” I say to Ella. “Security has already been informed that he isn’t allowed on the premises.”

She nods. “Thanks.”

The video is gone. Forever. Ella is free of him.

Joel looks between the three of us. “You’re sick freaks, all of you.”

I’m not afraid of his judgment. Never have been. Never will be. So I just shrug as he turns around and steps into the elevator, then takes himself from our sight.

As soon as he’s gone, I turn to face Ella. I want to hold her so fucking bad, but I also know we need to talk, first.

Before I can say a word, she whips around, picks up her mop, and starts cleaning the marble that runs along the edge of the hallway.

“What are you doing?” Bash says.

She doesn’t miss a stroke of the mop. “My job.”

“Come home with us,” I say.

“Can’t.” Her voice is thick with emotion. “I’m working.”

“Ella,” I say, lowering my voice.

Her shoulders fall, releasing some of their tension. “What, Mr. Tyler?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, call me Kingston,” I say. “ Mr. Tyler can be for when you’re being a sassy brat. In all other ways, we’re equals.”

She turns and raises a single eyebrow at me. “Fine, Kingston .”

I wish I could spank the sass right out of her, but that’s not what this situation warrants. Someday, though…

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” she says, “but I have a job. I get paid to do this job. If I don’t do this job, I don’t get paid. And if I don’t get paid, I can’t afford my phone or food or my apartment. So no, I’m not coming home with you.”

“We’ll wait, then,” I say.

Bash, standing next to me, nods.

“We’ll wait forever,” I continue. “Unless and until you tell me to get lost, I’m going to be here for you, Ella. But don’t push me away just because you’re scared of what we could have.”

Rolling her lips between her teeth, she blinks away tears. “Fine. I’ll be done in an hour. Then we can talk.”

“Good, then,” I say.

I almost have to drag Sebastian outside the building.

He frowns at me as we go down in the elevator. “We could’ve waited there.”

“Watching her work? No.”

Sighing, he takes his phone out of his pocket and taps the screen. “I guess you’re right. Okay, I’m going to pick up some food and head to your place. She looks like she hasn’t eaten in days.”

“She hasn’t been taking care of herself. We’re going to have to talk to her about that.”

“In her defense,” Bash says, “she’s been worried about a sex tape and possibly a whole host of other things.”

One of those things being Joel. I’m not going to get over this anytime soon, that I raised the asshole who hurt Ella.

Sebastian puts a hand on my shoulder. “You have to forgive yourself. I can see where your mind is going. Joel is his own person.”

“But I raised him.”

“That’s up for debate,” he says with a grimace. “Rayanne did most of the raising, and most of the damage.”

I take a deep breath. No point in arguing with him about it now. We need to be focused on one person—Ella. “Okay, grab some food. We’ll see you at my place.”

His driver pulls up, and off he goes. I text my driver to be ready, then I lean against the railing leading up to the building’s wide double doors, and wait for my little girl.

Twenty minutes later, she steps out, looking small and chilled in her tiny little dress. She glances around warily before spying me, and then a small smile forms on her face, her lips turning up at the corners, her brown eyes crinkling.

“You look like you didn’t expect to see me,” I say.

“I thought it might have been some kind of cleaning fever dream,” she says with a self-deprecating laugh.

“Not a dream at all. Sebastian’s getting food and he’ll be at my place by the time we arrive.”

“We’re going to your place?” she asks.

“Unless you have any objections, little girl.”

Shaking her head, she says, “No, no objections…Daddy.”

I hold out my hand and she grips it. I want to puff out my chest with pride as I lead her down the steps and to my waiting car. I help her into the back seat and raise the privacy screen. Her eyes widen as the screen goes up.

“You think I’m going to corrupt you on the way to my place?” I ask her.

“I don’t know what to think at all,” she says.

My voice is gruff as I say, “You’ve been through a lot. Bash and I are going to follow your lead and do our best to see to your needs, whatever those needs might be.”

She blushes, and I wonder if she’s thinking about the kind of needs I’m thinking about.

The need for touch. The need for power exchange. The need for sensation—whether pain or pleasure.

Reaching over, I touch her cheek, raising her face so she has to look at me. I stare into her beautiful eyes. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you with Sebastian and me on the night of the gala.”

“It’s been on my mind, too,” she whispers.

“How much?” I ask.

“A lot.”

“Show me.”

Her brow pinches momentarily in confusion before she nods, almost to herself. Slowly, her hands shaking, she reaches beneath her navy dress and lifts her hips. A moment later, she’s sliding her panties down.

“I’m wet,” she says. “See?”

I can see. Those panties are dark, wet with her arousal.

“Such a good girl,” I murmur, holding out my hand.

She drops the panties into my outstretched palm. I pocket them.

“You deserve a reward,” I say before placing a hand on her bare knee. “Is this okay? Tell me I can touch you, little one.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says. “I’d like that very much.”

She sounds so young, innocent and sweet. The twisted, perverted part of me revels in that to the point that I no longer care that I’m a sick old man. I want her so damn much, it doesn’t matter what proper, vanilla folks might think about my deviant urges.

I slide my hand along her bare thigh until my fingertips brush her folds. She’s slippery and I flutter my fingers over her.

She gasps. “Yes. More, please.”

“Because you’ve been so good,” I whisper, rubbing my thumb over the swollen pearl of her clit.

Her breathing grows harsh in the quiet hum of the car. We’re in our own private bubble and her sweet scent fills my nose. I want to taste her, but I’ll wait. For now, touching her and listening to her breathy little gasps is tiding me over.

Sebastian’s getting food—I’m not hungry, but Ella might be. We need to take care of her before we start all the fucking I want to do.

Glancing out the tinted windows, I can tell we have maybe two minutes before we reach my building. I think of denying her orgasm, making her wait, but almost as if she’s reading my mind, she grips my forearm, trying to hold my hand against her pussy.

“Please,” she says, her brown eyes fixed on mine.

Fuck. I can’t deny her anything. I thrust a thick finger into her, and then another, all the while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

She shatters, her face twisting in her pleasure, her mouth open, head thrown back. “Kingston!” she cries as I continue to pump my fingers. I love the way her pussy clamps rhythmically, squeezing me. I can’t wait until it’s my cock inside of her.

The car pulls up to my building and stops. Ella’s sex-drunk eyes meet mine.

“What’s next?” she asks blearily.

“We’re going to feed you,” I say. “And then we’re going to fuck you.”