Daddies Brat

Katriona

The next morning I’m wide awake before Sylan stirs from his power nap, as he calls them. Drake and Grey nowhere to be seen.

By my last look at the clock, this nap has lasted six hours and it’s my bet our last bout of lovemaking took every last drop of his cum and energy as it had mine. After our session in his office, he swooped me up and walked us through a secret door behind his desk that led to a higher level. So far, there’s not a room in this penthouse we haven’t made love in. In fact, we’ve made love so many times in the last day I’ve lost count. Muscles I didn’t know I had hum in satisfaction as I watch him sleep.

Sunshine pours over our naked bodies, and I run my hands through his hair, loving the soft, silky feel between my fingers. He has a leg wrapped over mine, and I smile. In some way, he’s had our bodies connected at all times since he brought me to his bed. I’m not complaining. I like the feel of him close at all times and the possessive drive behind it. After being alone for so long the contact soothes a part of me I didn’t realize I was missing. Not until him. Besides, belonging to the mobster makes me feel like the bad girl, but in a good way. I slip my leg from beneath his and cross the massive room, aiming for the shower. The cool, white marble floor on my bare feet is a delicious contrast against my sun-warmed skin.

I step into the shower as big as my entire bedroom in my tiny apartment. I moan long and low the second hot water jets out and hits my muscles.

I’ve made a firm decision. I’m never leaving this shower.

“Mo chroi.”

Despite not knowing its full meaning, I know it’s a tender endearment. Said in such a soft, deep pitch and I have no control over the way my heart gives a little. I open my eyes and step from the pouring water to see Sylan slide the glass door open with the most loving look in his eyes, and my heart jolts once more. I can’t help it, and I’m not wholly sure I want to either.

“Room for one more?”

Much to my satisfaction the only thing he’s wearing is a hint of a smile. My gaze falls to his stirring cock, and my body warms from the promises his body suggests.

“I think an entire team of men can fit in here, which I’m sure was the point,” I tease with a crook of a finger. “Where are Grey and Drake?”

“Off doing a few errands. They won’t be long.”

My heartbeat picks up speed as he prowls closer and only settles when he wraps me in his arms. I told my heart not to get involved, but it obeys my silent command about as well as my body does when it comes to any of them-not at all.

I smile and love the lingering kiss he presses to my shoulder.

Warm water cascades over us as he trails the tips of his fingers the length of my arms and over the curve of my ass as if he’s worshipping my body. Despite the rolling steam, a wave of goosebumps chases his touch over my flesh.

I arch, pushing my ass into his thick, hard length. The slight movement causes my blood to roar with a renewed need for him. I wonder briefly if it will always be this way. If they’ll always have this much control over my body and heart.

“Hungry,” he asks, using that smoky, rough tone I can’t seem to resist.

I nod.

“In time,” he says chuckling softly. “Let me care for you in another way, mo chroi. I want to provide everything you will ever need in this life, because I hold no hopes that when I die, I’ll go to heaven alongside such an angel. So I will use the time I have to prove you can trust your heart and the way it speaks to you about us. Maybe God will have mercy on me for caring for one of his angels.”

I turn in his arms and will the tears from my eyes. The power of his voice and words rumble through me and make me whimper with a mix of emotions. First surprise and then relief that I’m not crazy for falling so fast after all.

It’s true. I’ve fallen for the mobsters who kidnapped and then loved me. The utterly dominant, fearsome and powerful men who take away all my pain. “It’s like our minds are connected, because I have no other explanation for how you’ve read my mind.”

“It’s in the way you look at us. The way you sought out our touch even as you slept.” He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into him. “There’s so much awe in your beautiful amber eyes I’m nearly knocked to my knees standing before you. I can feel the love and my heart recognizes its soulmate. Grey. Drake. I know they feel the same. Now that we have you, our queen, you will never go a day without knowing the touch of your kings.”

He takes my smaller hand in his stronger one and kisses each of my knuckles. I look on in amazement at how such a rough man can be so tender. I inhale at the feel of his warm tongue dragging over the soft skin. I marvel at how fire shoots through my body from such a small, teasing caress. I want to reach out, pull him to me and devour first his mouth and then work my way down from there.

He has other ideas, and I follow his lead as he places first my left and then right hand on the heated marble.

“You are not to move until I am finished.”

He nips at my shoulder, causing a full-on body shiver at the feel of his hard cock nudging my ass. “Not fair,” I try to say but my eyes are closing at the feel of his strong fingers working my scalp.

It doesn’t take long for me to fall under his hypnotic spell. Seconds, actually. The strength of his hands is my undoing, and I follow his husked command not to move just so he doesn’t stop his sweet torture on my scalp.

“Lean your head back now.”

I do and autopilot kicks on for a while as he rinses away the suds before lathering in conditioner.

I’m moaning when he changes out the bottles for soap and lathers his hands bypassing any need for a loofah. Not that I see one. Standing behind me, he works his warm hands over my arms in long, fluid strokes.

My nipples take that as a sign of anticipation and harden. When he zeroes in on them with his soapy hands, my head falls back to his shoulder. “More,” I beg weakly.

His chest vibrates with his chuckles as he massages my breasts. I twist my head around, and he kisses me fiercely. I find his gorgeous, hard cock with my hands and stroke his full length from base to tip. Cum slips out to wet my hand and Sylan groans, breaking away from our kiss.

Spreading my feet with his knee between my legs, he guides my hands back to the wall. “You’re breaking my concentration. It’s not that kind of shower. Back on the wall with your hands, mo chroi.”

There’s a second of resistance where an inner war has me wanting to ignore him and take what I want, but I do as he commands. I’ll have my turn and then he won’t escape me.

I sigh. “I can’t seem to help myself.”

“I know the feeling.”

Sylan’s fingers dig into the tender flesh of my hips, and I turn my head to see him on his knees. He massages me with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Every exquisitely sweet part of you belongs to me. I won’t have it any other way. Do you understand me? I want all of you.”

I nod as my eyes slip closed, savoring his exploring fingers as he spreads my ass. I clench when his fingers touch my most intimate of places.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

My arms become shaky and I lean forward, pressing my cheek into the marble. The small movement opens my body up to him more, and I hear the small groan of appreciation from behind me.

“Sy,” I beg shakily when he drags his thumb over my tight asshole. His other thumb has slipped between my swollen lips, and I suck in a harsh breath when he presses against my aching clit.

My knees quiver and they are about to give when he stands, taking my weight, never letting up on his sweet all-consuming torture.

“It’s okay, lover. I’ll never do anything you don’t like, but I promise you’ll love it when I take this beautiful fucking ass with my cock as Drake sinks into your hot pussy and Grey claims that mouth. But for now I want you to come for me.”

I want the promise in his words. I burn to know them in every part of my body.

“Yes,” I say, and I’ve never meant every letter of the word more than I do right this second.

Pressure builds and the heat of a fast orgasm clenches the walls of my pussy, and I cry out my release. As pleasure slams into me he breaches my ass with the tip of his thumb, and I ride his hands, dreaming of his cock taking me there.

Spent, I fall into his arms as he rinses us off, my breaths fast and ragged.

“I thought it’s not that kind of shower.” I whimper, hoping he’s changed his mind.

“Soon,” he purrs into my ear. “For now I must let my sweet pussy rest from all the abuse she’s gone through.”

I can feel his warm breath against my cheek, and I relax my head on his shoulder. My hand unconsciously rests over his heart as he rinses out the remainder of the conditioner. I never want to go a day without having his intoxicating scent filling my lungs or his lips finding the weak spot just below my ear.

“And you never will.” To prove his point, he brushes his lips in just the right place to have me go weak in the knees, and he’s right there to catch me.

I don’t realize I voiced my thoughts until he turns me in his arms and presses his forehead against mine.

“You’re the devil,” I tell him unsteadily, trying to catch my breath.

“Then we’re perfect together because you’re our angel.”

I look up at him and hold his gaze. He knows what I’m thinking without me voicing my fears. Thank God because I don’t know how to put into words the fear I have of losing this connection.

“Nothing will ever come between us, mo chroi. We won’t ever let that happen. Do you understand that?”

I feel the tension seep from my muscles and nod. “I do.” I feel like I just signed on for forever, and my heart swells with so much happiness it’s hard to contain.

He laces our fingers together, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “Come.”

We step from the shower and he dries me off, starting with my hair, working his way down until even my toes feel loved and cherished. Only then does he take care of himself.

“I’ll give you a moment alone, but don’t be long.” Sylan slips out, leaving the bathroom open so he can watch. I look at myself in the mirror. I’m no longer the mousy-looking woman who wanted to blend in with the world. I have a rosy color in my cheeks from the hot water and tenderness from my mobster. I’m surprised by the brightness in my eyes. Something I haven’t seen in myself, well, in forever. Sylan, Grey and Drake are the reason for that, and I can’t wait to be back in their arms.

I find my laundered waitress outfit folded on a shelf next to a few essentials. He’d kept me so busy I never noticed anyone coming or going, but I’m grateful for the clean clothes and toothbrush.

I take a few minutes to dry my hair before slipping into my clothes. I leave the bathroom to find Sylan waiting at the edge of the bed, silver platter in hand.