DADDY'S PRINCESS: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (The Horsemen MC)

by Sophia Gray

  “Oh, Jesus, yes,” Nyssa replied breathlessly. She ran her hand up and down his back, feeling his strong muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt. She sighed happily into the front of his shirt, biting through the fabric a little to get at his collarbone.

  “Get your fucking legs up,” Sebastian grunted. His hand traveled down to her waist, encouraging her to lift her legs up around his middle. Nyssa began to comply, but then she remembered the burden pressing down on her mind, preventing her from totally letting go and letting Sebastian take care of her.

  “Wait, wait,” Nyssa said, pressing her hand as firmly as she could on Sebastian’s chest to push him further away from her body. She was a little nervous that she was going to piss Sebastian off by pushing him away from her physically, but he just looked confused, his brow furrowing as he stared into Nyssa’s eyes, searching her face for an explanation.

  “What is it?” Sebastian whispered. His hand came up from her waist, tracing the outline of her torso until he found her neck again, cradling her face in his hand surprisingly gently. “What’s wrong?”

  Nyssa cleared her throat, mentally preparing herself before answering his question. “Um… you might want to sit down,” she said. She gestured for them to go over to the couch in the adjoining room, but Sebastian shook his head, pinning his arm to the wall next to Nyssa’s head, keeping her body in place next to the front door.

  “Just tell me what’s wrong,” he said firmly, but he didn’t look upset, at the very least.

  Nyssa nodded and blew her breath out all at once. She didn’t know why she was so nervous, but there must have been some part of her that was worried that Sebastian truly loved Katrina. Maybe he would be too defensive of his girlfriend to even listen to what Nyssa had to say.

  Even still, she had no choice. She had to warn Sebastian that Katrina didn’t care about him. He needed to know that she was going behind his back to try to get her father—Sebastian’s boss—to punish him on her behalf.

  “Katrina’s been complaining about you,” Nyssa said. She inwardly cringed a little at the way she phrased that. It made it seem so simple, so innocuous, like Katrina was just complaining about her boyfriend to her friends or something like that. The real truth was much more concerning.

  “Yeah, so what? She’s got a mouth on her and she loves using it on whatever captive audience she’s got to work with,” Sebastian said, smiling a little at her as his fingers began to rub over the skin of her neck, almost distracting her from the task at hand.

  Nyssa kept her hand on Sebastian’s chest, preventing him from touching her even more. “I’m serious,” she said. “I overheard her talking on the phone to her dad. She was trying to get him to fire you or hurt you or do something to make up for the fact that you pissed her off.”

  Sebastian grimaced then, rolling his eyes. But he didn’t look particularly surprised. “Yeah, well, that’s Katrina for you,” he said, shaking his head and sighing a little.

  “Aren’t you worried?” Nyssa asked, surprised that Sebastian looked so unbothered about this.

  Sebastian shrugged. “Katrina is Katrina. I’m used to her bullshit by now. She’s a sheep in wolf’s clothing. She can’t do any real damage to me.”

  Nyssa hesitated, biting down on the inside of her mouth as she debated sharing any more information with Sebastian. If she told him that Katrina got violent with her, would he believe her? Or would he get angry that some stupid silly prostitute thought she was worth nearly as much as his girlfriend, who was trophy-wife material?

  Ah, fuck it, she thought. She had to tell him. She really had no other choice.

  “She threw her phone across the room at me,” she said in a low soft voice. “It almost hit me in the head. I think she wanted to hurt me.”

  “What the fuck?” Sebastian whispered, stepping an inch or two away from Nyssa. She was immediately worried that she’d pissed him off, but the deed was done. She couldn’t exactly take the words back now.

  “It’s true,” Nyssa said, forcing her voice to come out more confidently. “She’s not a good person, Sebastian. And I don’t mean that in the ‘bitchy girlfriend’ way. She wants to hurt you. I just thought you should know.”

  “Fucking bitch!” Sebastian muttered under his breath. He scoffed, shaking his head furiously as he stepped away from Nyssa, leaving her feeling cold and alone against the wall.

  “Sorry,” Nyssa said honestly. She felt a twinge of pain in her chest at being called a bitch, which was ridiculous, she knew. Clients had called her loads of worse stuff over the years, but she hated hearing it from Sebastian. “I didn’t want to tell you, but… it’s just something you have to be aware of.”

  “Did she hurt you at all?” Sebastian stepped back in front of Nyssa, his eyes darting back and forth between each of hers worriedly.

  “What?” Nyssa whispered in response, confused by his reaction. He… wasn’t mad at her? Instead, he seemed concerned. He wasn’t calling me a bitch, Nyssa realized, feeling a rush of relief wash over her. He meant Katrina. Not me.

  “Did she hurt you? Are you okay?” Sebastian asked. His hands hovered over her hips, not touching her directly. Nyssa stepped forward until his fingertips brushed up against the bottom of her shirt and she could feel his skin against hers.

  “I’m fine. I’m totally fine,” Nyssa said, nodding in what she hoped was a reassuring way. “Really, it’s okay. I was just worried about you.”

  Sebastian’s eyes softened, his hands traveling up to cradle her face again. “Thank you. That was really… nice of you.”

  “You’re welcome,” Nyssa said. She felt oddly breathless, like she’d spent the last several minutes running a mile rather than standing perfectly still against the door. It was something about Sebastian’s face, the way all his features had gone soft as he stared at her. Nyssa wasn’t sure anyone had ever looked at her like that her whole life.

  Soon, however, the softness on his face melted away, replaced by the scowl from before. “That fucking bitch,” he muttered again, looking like he was about two seconds away from punching the wall in his frustration.

  “Well, look on the bright side,” Nyssa said. She finally pried herself off the wall to follow Sebastian into the adjoining den, even though she had to stay in one place rather than pace around like he was doing at the moment. “Giustini turned her down. I heard him on the other end of the phone. He wants her to shut up and stop complaining. He basically told her to shut the fuck up because he needs you so much.”

  Sebastian stopped pacing then and smirked bitterly, nodding in agreement. “Yeah. You’re right. That old bastard doesn’t know thing one about the drug business in this city anymore. The only thing he’s got going for him is his name, the legacy of what the Giustini family used to stand for. But even that doesn’t mean so much anymore.”

  “So you’re the one keeping the Giustinis on their feet, then?” Nyssa asked. She’d suspected as much, going off the two times she’d overheard Papa Giustini yelling at his daughter, but it was still a little shocking to learn that the mob family she’d feared for so long didn’t have that much power anymore.

  “Yeah,” Sebastian replied. “But fucking barely. I can only do so much with that idiot in charge. Goddammit!” He collapsed onto the couch, sighing deeply and holding his head in his hands for a second before he looked up at Nyssa again. “Come here. Sit with me.”

  Nyssa did as she was told, although she kept a safe distance of a couple of inches between their bodies. Somehow she knew that Sebastian would be tempted to bury his frustration and anger into her body, and although most of the time Nyssa would be more than willing to comply with his desires, she knew that he needed to talk about his problems if they were ever going to be effectively addressed.

  “If you’re so unhappy working for Giustini, why don’t you find something else?” Nyssa suggested.

  Sebastian shook his head and reached over to wrap his hand around the bottom of Nyssa’s ankle. His touch was surprisingly g
entle, his fingers skimming over the protruding bone until tingles erupted over the surface of her skin. “I can’t do that,” he replied. “I don’t have a supplier. I mean, I have everything else. I’ve got all the connections to the elite that Giustini couldn’t even dream about touching, but it all means jack shit if I don’t have a way to get drugs into the country.”

  Nyssa knew she should just keep her mouth shut. Don’t say it, she said to herself, biting down on her tongue. Don’t fucking say it.

  But looking at the dejected expression on Sebastian’s face, she just couldn’t hold herself back more than a few seconds. “I could help you with that,” she blurted out. Her heart pounded in her head, but she forced herself to meet Sebastian’s curious gaze head on.

  “What? How?” Sebastian asked. He sounded totally dubious, but he still shifted in his seat to face Nyssa more fully. She clearly had his full attention now.

  “I used to sling, back in the day,” Nyssa explained, feeling her cheeks burn a little with embarrassment. “Right when I first started working on the streets. I still have friends who are in the business. One of them is responsible for bringing heroin and weed and coke, all high-quality stuff, directly into the country from Mexico.”

  “Holy shit,” Sebastian said. His jaw literally dropped, his mouth hanging open as he stared silently at Nyssa in shock for several long seconds. “You’re fucking serious?”

  “I am,” Nyssa said, straightening her spine to sit with more confidence. “I can help you. If you’re interested.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Sebastian huffed out before sputtering into laughter, turning to beam at Nyssa with a renewed light shining from within his eyes. “Holy fuck, you’re my savior!”

  Nyssa shrugged, but she felt a surge of pride rise up within her chest. She could really help Sebastian, and maybe he wouldn’t have to deal with Katrina anymore. Maybe neither of us will have to, she thought, feeling hope bubble to life inside of her for the first time in years.

  Without any further warning, Sebastian scooped Nyssa all the way into his arms, forcing her to wrap her hands around his neck just to stay upright as he staggered to his feet and headed further into the condo, deeper than Nyssa had ever gone before.

  “Come on,” he said into her ear before licking her lobe, sending shivers down her spine. “I’m going to fuck you in bed tonight. Do it right for once.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Nyssa grinned into Sebastian’s shoulder as he carried her the rest of the way into his lavishly furnished bedroom, tossing her down on the bed so hard that she bounced on the mattress, unable to contain the squeal that forced its way out of her throat.

  Sebastian growled deep in his throat as he attacked Nyssa, jumping on her and fitting perfectly between her legs. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he said in a low gravelly voice, every word filled with overt desire as he dragged his hands up her legs, pushing her short skirt up to reveal her thong panties.

  “Thank you,” Nyssa whispered in response. She spread her legs further apart to let Sebastian crawl up her body before closing her legs around his waist, tugging him in as close as she could. Still, Sebastian kept a little bit of distance between their chests, leaning up on his elbows so he could stare down at her. His face seemed alight with wonder, like he was seeing her for the first time.

  “You’re more than that, though,” Sebastian said. His throat worked visibly as he swallowed, looking at her with the most serious expression that Nyssa had ever seen on his face. “You’re beautiful, too. In more ways than one.”

  Nyssa shivered a little in Sebastian’s grasp, her whole body starting to tremble as she maintained eye contact with him. She didn’t know what to say, exactly, bowled over by the surprising amount of sincerity she heard in Sebastian’s voice, so she just stayed silent, letting her fingertips trace their way along his chin up to the seam of his lips.

  “I should have brought you to my bed weeks ago,” Sebastian said, smiling down at her for a moment before crashing their mouths together, slipping his tongue in between her lips so smoothly it was like it had been a part of her body all along.

  Nyssa groaned out gutturally and clung to Sebastian as tightly as she could, encouraging him to kiss her harder. God, it had been so long since anyone had properly made out with her. Usually clients just skipped straight to the sex, and for the most part she was content with that, not wanting any of the random tricks in her life to get the wrong idea and become emotionally attached in any way. But with Sebastian… she just couldn’t help herself. Some part of her hungered for him, needing his touch like water or air or food, but it was more than that. Feeling him brush up against her skin gently for a change, she realized what had been missing between them up to this point. I want him to treat me like he cares about me, Nyssa thought as she wrapped her arm around Sebastian’s neck, gasping into his mouth as his tongue danced with hers. Maybe it was just Nyssa being stupid, wanting some rich guy to sweep her off her feet, to treat her like she was more than just a random sex worker. But despite every single instinct in her brain telling her to be more careful, to protect her heart from Sebastian’s wonderfully blazing touch, she couldn’t stop feeling like she needed more of this in her life. She needed to feel cherished, to feel taken care of for once.

  Sebastian finally pulled back from her mouth, gasping down at her as he traced the sides of her face, almost tickling her with the tips of his fingers. “God, your face…” he murmured, his fingers traveling up behind her ear, tangling into her hair to pull her back into another deep kiss. “So sweet. So fucking sweet.”

  Nyssa drowned in the kiss, loving every single second of it as their mouths opened and closed over each other time and time again, Sebastian’s tongue teasing hers and his teeth scraping just enough to make her spine stiffen. Meanwhile, before Nyssa even noticed what was happening, Sebastian’s other hand traveled down to her panties, pulling them off her body smoothly before he turned to his own clothes. Before she knew it, he was naked against her, his hard cock pressing in between her thighs. Nyssa expected him to go ahead and press inside like he usually did, without much buildup, but this time he held himself back, his hand pushing gently in between her legs while Nyssa struggled to yank her dress over her head and toss it across the room.

  They were naked, finally, their two bodies touching each other without a single barrier separating them. God, this is amazing, Nyssa thought. All these years, even after thousands upon thousands of tricks, she always hated being naked, preferring to keep some of her clothes on during sex, to protect herself from being totally exposed. But with Sebastian, she felt weirdly safe. No, it was more than that. She felt free.

  Sebastian kept kissing her softly for several minutes before his fingers found her clit, smoothing some of her wetness over the sensitive area to lube it up before he began stroking it rhythmically. “Is this good?” he muttered into her mouth, teasing her bottom lip with his teeth.

  “Yes,” Nyssa hissed back. She lifted her hips off the mattress a little bit to encourage Sebastian to keep touching her, throwing her head back on the pillow in ecstasy as his fingers sped up over her clit. “Yes, ugh, just like that.”

  “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Just relax for me. Just let me handle this,” Sebastian said. His mouth left hers then, traveling over to her neck, where his teeth began to pull gently at her collarbone. “Yeah, just let me fuck you right, babe.”

  God, Nyssa loved it when Sebastian called her “babe” or “baby.” It made her feel so protected, like nothing bad could ever touch her again. In the past, she was always worried that someone would find that out about her, that someone would realize she was so weak as to love cheesy terms of endearment. But right now, in this moment, she didn’t feel a single shred of shame. She let herself smile, her neck moving aside to give Sebastian more space to work with as he licked and bit at her skin.

  Sebastian’s other hand moved down to her cunt, too. He teased at her hole for a few seconds before slipping the tip of one finger inside
, bending it a little inside of her to find a sensitive spot on one of her inner walls. “Yes, ugh!” Nyssa cried out, reaching up to tangle her fingers into Sebastian’s hair. His other hand kept moving over her clit, establishing a rhythm of slow gentle circles moving over and over the most sensitive spot on her body.

  “Take it, baby,” Sebastian whispered into her ear. His tongue slid up and down her neck a few times before he bit down hard on her shoulder, sucking powerfully enough that Nyssa’s whole body convulsed for a second just from the force of his teeth digging into her bare skin. “Fucking take it,” he grunted as another one of his fingers slipped inside of her hole, playing around in her wetness and spreading it around inside of her.

  Nyssa felt like a hundred different tendrils of heat were radiating out from her cunt, slowly but surely enveloping her entire body in a powerful wave of pleasure. She couldn’t keep her hips from rocking forward into Sebastian’s hands, encouraging his fingers to move faster both inside and outside of her cunt.

  Before she knew it, Nyssa’s hips were rapidly rising and falling in the air, bouncing back and forth between the mattress and Sebastian’s hands, her cunt desperate to feel as much as it possibly could.