Page 56 of Possessing Paisley
I blink back tears. It’s hard to remember my life before Kieran entered it. From the moment I met him, everything changed, even though I didn’t realize it right away. He would burn down the world for me without question. I never thought someone would love me so fiercely, but that man does. As much as I wish I still had my brother in my life, the Daniel I knew before the drugs, I’m at peace with it. The people who are meant to be in my life are the ones who choose to be here. They’re the ones who matter. And that means everything to me.
“Shall we go shock the hell out of our men with these dresses?” Chloe asks.
My cheeks almost hurt; I smile so wide as I take another look in the mirror. “Yes.”
The guys are waiting for us in the foyer when we make our way down the stairs. Grady, Ronan, and Patrick are with them. They’re all dressed in black suits, looking like sexy devils in disguise.
Kieran’s gaze roams over me, and a chill runs down my spine. What if he doesn’t like my dress? I don’t have to worry about that for long because before I reach the bottom step, he strides toward me, his eyes glittering with arousal.
“Jesus Fucking Christ, baby. You look…Fuck. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
My cheeks heat, and my pussy clenches. I’ve never felt so sexy. The man praises me so easily, and he never makes me feel like I have to earn it.
“You look quite handsome yourself.” I reach up and slide my hands around his neck. “I missed you.”
He kisses me gently, then pulls back and stares down at me. “I want you wearing that lipstick when you suck my dick later.”
I gasp, then let out a small moan. Oh, thank God, he’s finally going to fuck me tonight. We haven’t had sex since the day I was attacked. Three days is way too long to go without. “Okay.”
Lowering his head so his mouth is near my ear, he nips gently. “I’m fucking your ass tonight too.”
Oh God. The man is trying to make me a horny mess before we even get to the party. “Daddy,” I murmur.
“Hm? You need Daddy to make you feel good, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, more than I need my next breath.”
He chuckles and nips my ear again. “Soon, baby. First, we need to go party and celebrate Fearless Beauty. Then, I’m taking you home, to our house. You’re moving in with me tomorrow.”
I tilt my head back to look him in the eye. “You didn’t say please.”
“My fucking brat. Get used to it.”
Letting out a sigh, I lift onto my tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips. “I already am. I’d love to move in with you.”
His cock twitches against my tummy. At least I’m not the only one who’s needy.
“This fucking silk dress. You look good in crimson, baby. It matches that sexy lipstick. You’re keeping this on later while you’re on your knees sucking me off. Understand?”
I giggle and kiss him again. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Can you two stop eye-fucking each other so we can go? We’re going to be late for our own party,” Chloe says.
Kieran glares at his sister. “Your husband needs to spank your ass more, you know that?”
Bash laughs. “They all need their asses spanked more. I have a feeling these four will be running the entire mafia if we don’t get control of them.”
Cali snorts. “We already are, Bashie. You guys just aren’t ready to accept the truth yet. But that’s okay; we’ll let you keep believing you’re the ones in charge.”
Declan swats Cali’s ass and shakes his head. “Let’s go before your mouth gets you into more trouble than you’re ready to answer for.”
As Kieran takes my hand and leads me out to the waiting limos, I’m grinning ear to ear. Life is so damn good.
“Who is that woman over there pawing all over Kieran?” Cali whispers.
I swing around to find whomever she’s talking about, and sure enough, there’s a tall blonde laughing and touching his arm. She’s one of the influencers at the party. I recognize her from her social media, but for the life of me, I can’t remember her name. We have a hundred influencers here, all of them gorgeous.
My stomach twists, and I tighten my grip on my champagne glass as I watch the woman rest her hand on his chest. Kieran doesn’t look happy, but then again, he always looks a bit grumpy. A lump forms in my throat. I’ve never been the jealous type, but when it comes to the man across the room, I’d hurt someone over him. And if that woman doesn’t stop touching him, she might regret it.