Pushing his chair back, he stands, giving Tori a polite nod. “It was lovely getting to know you, Victoria.”
I interject, “And so lovely to see you again, Mr. Bachman.”
As he leaves, he’s speaking to her, but he holds my gaze, his dark eyes conveying a message. “You know, Victoria, you kind of look like a Tori. Would you mind if I called you that?”
Tori.
The only possible way he would know I called her that is if he’d been in my apartment that night—or if his agency had been listening in.
My apartment is bugged. No doubt courtesy of him and his shitty agents.
“You son of a bitch.” Before I can stop myself, I’ve got his collar in my hands, pulling him toward me.
Tori flies up from her chair. “Luke, stop!”
To his credit, Jet doesn’t flinch. He just stands there, coolly staying eye to eye with me. In his gaze I see no threat. Our eyes still locked, he raises one brow to me, and so quietly that I’m the only one who can hear him, he says the word turncoat.
And I understand.
Everything.
I release him.
Moving around him, I take his seat at the table. “Have a great night. Sorry you couldn’t stay.”
Straightening his shirt, he gives Victoria a quick nod and makes his exit.
She takes her seat, staring at me with rage flashing in her eyes and I realize it wasn’t Jet I should be worried about—if looks could kill, I’d be dead by now.
“Um... would you like to order, sir?” The waiter hovers by my side, unsure of how to proceed. I wave him away. He scurries off, looking relieved.
Slapping her two palms down on the table, Tori hisses, “What is wrong with you?”
I shrug. “I told you. I had orders from Rockland.”
She snaps, “Orders you had Rockland create out of jealousy, no doubt?”
I offer a smile. “Maybe.”
She sits back, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, you had no reason to be jealous.”
How can I not be envious? She’s out with another man. “Why?”
Her eyes lock on mine. “I came here to tell him I wanted you.”
Her words send a jolt of electricity through me. “Is that true?”
“Yes, but you didn’t let me finish. I came here to tell him I wanted you, but now I don’t!” She stands so abruptly, she almost turns her chair over.
She’s making her way out of the restaurant, moving so quickly, I’m surprised at how much effort it takes to keep up with her, though my legs are twice as long.
Catching up with her, I ask, “You told him you were interested in me?”
We burst through the doors of the hotel.
Over her shoulder, she shouts, “Yes. I did. And I was. But not after that asshole move you just pulled. What the hell was that?”
We reach the sidewalk. “Slow down. We’re going to talk this out.”
“I don’t think so.”
I grab her arm. “Yes, we are.”
She shoots me a dark look. “Fine.”
Pulling her into me, I study her face. It’s clouded, resistant to listening. I sense her temper brewing. “I wanted to protect you.”
Her eyes are shooting daggers into my soul. She sneers, “From what?”
“Him. You don’t know anything about that guy. You shouldn’t be meeting up with him.”
As my words settle around her, her eyes soften. Her shoulders round, losing the square tension they held moments before. But her tongue is still sharp. “You staked a claim on me without my permission. Threatened men to keep them from approaching me. Forced me to call you Daddy by withholding sex from me. Then you stalk me when I’m out to dinner with another man, and practically murder him in public. You know what? You’re kind of an asshole!”
I ask, “And?”
She shakes her head in surrender. “And despite all those maddening, ridiculous things you did, I still find myself thinking only of you.”
Her gaze meets mine and the most incredible feelings run through me.
Elation. Joy. Victory.
I run my hand over her cheek. “And I can only think of you.”
She looks down at the ground, her face flushing beneath my gaze. “Despite my better judgment, I followed my heart tonight, and came to tell Jet Bachman, in person, that he should stop coming to see me at the bar.”
She’s told another man to stay away. A man that in her mind could have given her everything she wanted. Tori, though having her heart set on being a Beauty, has given up her goals to be with me.
Happiness fills my chest as I kiss her cheek. “You’re such a good girl.”
Still mad, she takes a step back from me. “Don’t you good girl me. And don’t expect me to call you Daddy.”
I give a chuckle. “We’ll see about that, little girl.”
She gives a little sniff. “I was going to come over to your place after you got off work. Tell you I got the second note on the creamer bottle. Tell you that I want to be with you.”
“And?”
She crosses her arms again, her brow knit with stubbornness. “I haven’t decided. I’m still pissed.”
I ask, “Would it help if I offered to cook for you? It looks like you guys didn’t get a chance to order.”
She gives me a dark look. “Yeah—I’m sure you’re real upset about that. You didn’t even let us get to the part where they bring the bread out. How long were you watching for?”
I shrug. “What can I say? I’m a possessive daddy when it comes to the safety of my baby girl.”
She gives me a warning. “I told you not to talk like that.”
Cupping her face in my hands, I bring my mouth to her ear. “If you’re going to be with me, you should know what it will be like.”
Her arms remain crossed, but her body melts a little bit into mine. “What?”
“If you’re mine, then Daddy is going to take very, very good care of his little girl. Come home with me. Now.” I kiss the lobe of her ear.
She holds back. “I don’t know if I’ve forgiven you yet.”
Holding her face a little closer, I whisper, “You know what happens to girls that hold grudges?”
She sasses back, “They prove their points?”
I make my words very clear, speaking slowly, letting each one sink in. “No. They get their stubborn little bottoms spanked until they change their minds.”
She wiggles from my grip. “That doesn’t sound fair. You’re the one that did the bad stuff.”
I hold her tight. “I’m not a fair daddy. I’m a dirty daddy. And I get what I want. Always.”
Bringing her lips to mine, I kiss her hard. It’s a kiss of dominance, claiming her. Making her mine.
Chapter Nine
Luke
As we drive to my apartment, I hold her hand, the pad of my thumb stroking her soft skin.
Jet’s declaration lingers in my mind.
Turncoat.
In the Brotherhood we use the term to describe a man who’s turned on us, working for another operation from within ours.
But loyalty in the Brotherhood is second to none. And turncoats are extremely rare. In fact, there’s only one every decade or so, and seeing as one was recently discovered, I can only assume that he wasn’t warning me about a turncoat in our family.
He was talking about himself.
Theo must have had a feeling Jet’s sympathies lay with the wrong side. Cut him from the case.
Left him to go rogue.
He asked Victoria out under the guise of being Bachman to get a message to me. Having been listening in at my place, he knows how close she and I are.
Now I realize he knew that if he could just get her somewhere alone, I would follow and he’d have the opportunity to tell me this; my apartment is bugged. Theo, though no longer appearing at the bar, is still actively pursuing the case of his brother’s death, and Jet wants in the Brotherhood.
I assume, during the case, he learn
ed about Thomas’s abuse of power, why he was killed, and the corruption in the agency.
Thomas got greedy. While surveying our family, he intercepted a million-dollar payment set to go to the single parents of several public housing developments in the city. The money was going to be used for college tuition for graduating seniors, as well as computers and internet for their homes. The money was cleaned twice, before being redistributed, but disputing the transaction wasn’t worth the attention it would draw.
So, we took care of it.
Thomas’s last words were, “You’ve had your revenge. Don’t take this out on my brother.”
My suspicion is that Jet found out about Thomas’s failings and decided that if he’s destined to work for the bad guys, he wants to at least work for the ones who take care of people.
Rockland’s going to be ecstatic. He’s always wanted a turncoat agent on board.
But this puts Victoria in a place of danger. When Theo finds out she’s met with Jet, and that I was there as well, she could become his next target. I’m not sure what he would do to hurt her, but just the thought of someone going after her has my blood turning to lava.
She’ll have to move in with me where I can protect her, at least until I can ensure Theo is out of the picture. I’ve never let a woman I’ve dated live with me before—I’m more of a lone wolf. I’m surprised to find myself looking forward to having Tori at my place.
Tori’s soft voice interrupts my whirling mind. “Penny for your thoughts?”
“A dollar if they’re dirty?” I joke. I want to keep the mood light, give her no suspicions that she’s been a playing piece in our power game.
Giving me a naughty look, she says, “Especially if they’re dirty.”
Jet forgotten, I press a button, rising the privacy glass dividing our cab from the driver. Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her in for a deep kiss.
Moaning, she melts against me as I slip my tongue inside of her mouth. My hand goes beneath her short skirt, sliding between her legs. She pushes her hips forward, eager for my touch.
Not so fast. I have to see if she’s forgiven me first.
Taking my mouth from hers, I kiss my way down her neck, sucking and marking that delicate bit of flesh at the base. Kiss my way up to her ear.
Using the slightest hint of pressure, I run the pad of my thumb over the damp gusset of her panties, just brushing over her clit. “Are you still mad?”
Rolling her head back, inviting me to kiss her neck some more, she breathes, “Maybe. I’m known for holding a grudge.”
“Didn’t I tell you what happens to stubborn girls? They go over Daddy’s knees.” I press her clit with my thumb.
A sharp intake of breath. An arch of her back. “But you were the one in the wrong. Not me. Maybe I should be the one spanking you.”
I grab her hair, winding it round my hand and tugging it hard.
She gives a gasp.
Slipping my fingers into her panties, I invade her slick heat, pumping my finger as I pull her hair, growling into her ear. “Daddy doesn’t like jokes like that. Do you need me to take you over my knee and show you how much I don’t like it? Or will you remember and keep those words out of your mouth?”
She’s squirming in the seat, panting. “I’ll remember.”
“Good girl. Daddy’s the only one doing the spanking.”
I finger her, kissing her neck and tugging her hair. She’s breathing heavy, her hips gyrating. She’s getting close, so close to the sweet release she craves.
But I won’t let her come.
Not yet.
I slip my fingers from her.
Her eyes flip wide open. “Why are you stopping?”
“I want you to show me how much you forgive me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Get on your knees and take me in your mouth.”
She gives me a dirty look. “I don’t know if I forgive you that much.”
“Then it’s time to spank the stubbornness from you.” I tug her over my lap. Her short dress rides up, exposing her black panties and saving me the trouble of hiking it up. I lay a hard spank on her ass.
She wriggles and whines. Wanting more.
I spank her again, harder. “What kind of daddy would I be if I let my baby girl go out with strange men and didn’t follow her to make sure she was safe?”
“A sane one.”
Oh, she’s asking for it. I spank her five times in quick succession, alternating cheeks. She’s wiggling and crying out, but as her legs kick, I catch a scent of her arousal from between her thighs.
She wants to play.
“Such a naughty girl, going out alone with a strange, dangerous man. It’s me who should be forgiving you.” I peel back her panties until they hug the curve of her bottom.
“But you didn’t have any say about it because we weren’t together when I went out with him.” Her hips wiggle, her bottom demanding another spank.
Bringing my hand down on her bare ass, I spank her cheeks, making them turn a beautiful shade of pink. “Well, I have a say, now. And now that you’re mine, you need to know that I’m the only man you will ever be alone with again.” I spank away, my palm stinging as it comes down on her hot flesh.
Her bottom is getting hot and red. She starts to squirm in earnest. “Okay, okay! I get it.”
“And?” I ask, my hand hovering over her bottom.
“And I forgive you.”
“Show me how much.” I pull her panties back up, smoothing her dress down.
She climbs down from my lap, her eyes heavy with lust. Kneeling before me on the car floorboard, she undoes my belt, unzipping my trousers.
Delicious pulses of electricity dance over my cock as she frees it from my pants. I watch, mesmerized as she holds the base in her hand and wraps those pretty pink lips around the head of my cock.
“Damn, baby girl. That feels so fucking good.” I stroke her hair with one hand, holding her shoulder with the other. “Suck it good, baby.”
She licks and sucks, swirling her tongue around the head when she reaches the top. Grabbing the hair at the nape of her neck, I wrap it around my hand, giving it a sharp tug. “Good girl. Suck your daddy’s cock. It’s so hard for you.”
She moves down my shaft, taking me even deeper down her throat.
“Having my cock in your sweet mouth makes me want to come.” My words make a flush rise in her cheeks. “You make me even harder when I see how my dirty words make you blush.”
I will come but first, I want to have her, right here in my car. I untangle her from my cock.
“Come here, baby girl.” I help her up, my hands slipping beneath her dress, helping to rid her of her panties. “I want you to ride me, hard.”
I take out a condom, but she pushes it away. “I took care of that earlier this week.” She climbs onto me, straddling my lap. Her hands wrap around my shoulders, ready.
Excited to feel her bare skin against mine, I grab my cock, slick from her mouth, and line it up with her entrance. “Already wet for Daddy? Does having Daddy’s cock in your mouth turn you on?”
The sight of her licking her lips makes my cock grow harder. I watch her face as her pussy travels downward, wet and hot and tight. I moan as I fill her, her sheath traveling down, devouring my cock, clenching down on it. “Be a good girl and ride your daddy hard.”
Her head rolls back, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Her hips start to move, rolling forward then back like a wave of the ocean. Lifting my pelvis, I thrust deeper into her and I’m rewarded by a lusty moan from her pink lips.
We rock together, harder, faster. Now she’s pumping up and down on my cock, rising up on her knees, bringing the head almost out of her entrance, then slamming back down onto me with short, bursting gasps.
The storm gathers in my core, my balls tightening and my cock growing impossibly hard. “Keep going, baby, I’m going to come.”
She flashes me a devilish look. “Not before me.” With that sa
ssy response, she gives a deep moan, and her pussy locks down on my cock, milking it for my seed as she climaxes. In an explosive burst, I come inside of her, filling her until the hot lava spills from her, running over us, christening my new car.
Later that night when we’re lying in bed, my body wrapped around hers like a protective cocoon, I know I have to tell her that I’m a Bachman. And that I’m forcing her to move in with me for her protection.
The next day, I have the driver take her to her apartment to change. I give him clear instructions that he is to take her from her apartment to work and keep an eye on her the entire time. Having her out of the apartment affords me the opportunity to debug it. I spend hours searching. Detaching the tiny piece from the inside of the lampshade where I finally find it, I deactivate it.
Next step, I meet with Rockland. Tell him about how the circumstances with our undercover agent friends have changed. And I tell him about Tori. How she’s become entangled with the undercover agents and is now in danger. How I’ll be moving her in with me. But first, I have to tell her who I am.
He gives me permission to share the truth of who I am with Tori.
Now to face her. To demand that my feisty little girl move into my apartment.
I cook her dinner at my place. She sits across from me looking like a vision in a cream silk dress, the material so thin I can see the outline of her peaked nipples beneath it. Pour her a generous glass of wine. Wait until she’s finished it, then refill it.
She takes another sip of the wine. Takes a bite of the pasta I’ve made her. “This is delicious. Thanks so much for cooking for me.”
I say, “I have something to tell you. Something that I think will make you very happy.”
She gives me a smile. “You’re cooking breakfast, too?”
“Of course, but this thing I have to tell you, it’s bigger than breakfast.”
“Bigger than one of your breakfasts? Last time you served me enough food for two grown men. That’s pretty big.” She puts her fork down, focusing on me. “What is it?”
Unsure of how to break the news, I go for simple, straightforward. “I’m a member of the Brotherhood. I’m actually Luke Bachman.”
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