Page 29 of Possessing Paisley

My cock stirs, but I ignore it. Nothing will ever compare to being buried deep in her pussy, so I’m not even going to bother. She’s my new favorite drug, but I have a feeling I’ll never be able to quit her. I don’t think I want to.

Part of me wonders if she felt any of what I did last night. I fucked her into oblivion, but it was so much more than that to me. An awakening of some kind.

When I found out my ex had been stealing money from me, I never wanted to care about anyone again. Not only had I been played, but she made me feel like a fucking idiot. It’s not something I handled well.Money is no object to me. I have endless amounts of it. What really got me was that I was blind to it because I thought she truly loved me. That she wanted a future with me. But it was all fucking lies.

Now, as I stand here thinking about the difference between how she made me feel and how Paisley makes me feel, I don’t think I was ever truly in love with her. She was gorgeous, agreeable, submissive, and boring as hell. Paisley on the other hand, she’s beautiful beyond words, but that’s where the similarities end. Agreeable and submissive are not words I would ever use to describe the woman sleeping in my bed. She certainly isn’t boring either. I’ve never felt so challenged in my life. It’s so damn fun.

After I rinse the soap and shut off the water, I use a thick white towel to dry my skin, then wrap it around my waist. As quietly as possible, I open the bathroom door to go to the closet, but stop in my tracks as soon as my feet hit the carpet because Paisley is no longer in my bed.

What the fuck?

“Paisley!” It’s possible she had to use the bathroom and went to find a spare one, but the heavy-weight sitting in the pit of my stomach tells me that’s not it.

Like a pissed-off bull, I stomp through the house, opening and closing doors, checking every room as I go. When I open the guest room where she undressed last night, my anger starts to boil. Her dress is gone. So are her shoes.

That fucking brat. Did she seriously get up and sneak out while I was in the shower?

I take the stairs two at a time and yank the front door open. My bare feet sink into the wet grass as I storm across my front yard toward Bash’s house. She’s about to learn what happens when she upsets her Daddy. It’s not going to be a pleasant experience for her ass.

Not bothering to knock, I walk into their house. “Paisley!”

Bash and Chloe look up from where they’re drinking coffee in the kitchen. Bash is dressed already, but my sister is still in her pajamas and fuzzy slippers.

“Kieran, what are you doing here?” Chloe asks.

“Where the fuck is Paisley?”

My sister’s eyes glitter with mischief, but I don’t have time to deal with her right now. Not waiting for an answer, I spin on my heel and head for Paisley’s room.

“Nice towel, man. It’s a good look for you,” Bash calls out, laughter in his voice.

Fuck him. Bastard.

She’s nowhere in sight when I walk into her bedroom, but the shower is on. When I push the bathroom door open, I suck in a breath. She’s in my T-shirt. She’s also completely unaware of me as she hangs a fresh towel on a hook.

I step into the large room, close the door behind me, and then lock it. “You’re in so much trouble, Paisley Mae. You thinklast night’s spanking hurt. The one you’re about to get is going to make that one feel like love taps.”

12

PAISLEY

“Oh my God!” I slam my hand over my chest as I spin around. “You scared the piss out of me!”

From the murderous look on Kieran’s face, as he stands in the doorway wearing nothing but a towel, I should still be very freaking scared.

“I. Scared. You.” His voice is low and threatening. “I scared you. You decided to sneak out of my house at six in the fucking morning without so much as giving me the courtesy to let me know you were going, and yet, I scared you?”

Shit. I had a feeling he was going to be irritated that I slipped out while he was showering. What I didn’t expect was the Hulk showing up, huffing and puffing in my bathroom over it.

“It’s not a big deal. We agreed it was a one-time thing. I figured it would be less awkward if we didn’t have to deal with the whole walk-of-shame, morning-after thing.”

His eyes darken, and the lines in his forehead grow deeper. “Walk-of-shame, morning-after thing.”

I frown. “Why are you repeating everything I say? Are you okay?”

He takes a step closer, cocking his head slowly, then pauses. Suddenly, I’m very aware of the fact that he has me trapped in here with no place to run.

“Am I okay?” he asks quietly. “No, Paisley. I’m not fucking okay. Would you like to know why?”