Page 11 of Daddy's Claim
It was tempting to let Adele hang out to dry. But pity stirred in my heart and I forced a smile. “Of course.”
Michael cleared his throat, breaking the connection I’d just shared with the other woman. “If we’re done here, I’d like to show Leonora to our rooms.”
“We’re done,” Cole confirmed, slipping an arm around his wife’s waist. “The rooms Josephine showed you this morning should be ready. Adele, you should go lie down for a bit. I’ll come up and check on you in half an hour.”
Adele’s bottom lip pushed out in a distinct pout before she seemed to remember herself. “Yes, Sir.”
“And I expect to find you in bed, little girl. Cleaning your gun does not count as resting, are we clear?”
Instead of a pout, this time Adele rolled her eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”
I wanted to stay and see how the rest of this fascinating little scene played out, but my husband obviously had other plans. Scooping me up in his arms in a move so smooth it made my heart skip a beat, he stood and gave the other couple a short, sharp nod before he strode from the room.
“What’s the hurry?” I asked as he took the stairs two at a time.
“You.”
“Me?”
“Yes. If I don’t get you to our room in the next thirty seconds, I might just have to fuck you right here on the stairs.”
Four
Mikey
Leonora’s shocked gasp didn’t do anything to quell the raging hard-on pressing against the zipper of my slacks. It wasn’t the first time I’d had an, ah,uncomfortablereaction to watching my cousin take his wife to task. But it was the first time I’d done so with my own woman squirming on my lap, which had only made the experience a million times hotter than before. Especially the way her breath had gone all raspy with need when I’d fisted my hand in her hair and told her she wasn’t allowed to come.
“Who said I was going to sleep with you?”
Her attempt at an outraged glare was downright adorable, what with the glaze of desire still over her eyes and her full bottom lip pushed out in a pout. It looked so damn natural on her, I had no doubt she’d been practicing for years on her father.
But I wasn’t quite the easy mark she was used to, so I didn’t bother answering her until I’d reached the bedroom Cole’s housekeeper had shown me to earlier and kicked the door shut behind us. Leonora squealed when I tossed her onto the king-sized bed in the middle of the room, which just had my cock hardening even further. Placing my hands on either side of her, I caged her in, watching with a primal sort of pleasure as her eyes widened.
“You’re going to have to tell me, very clearly, that you don’t want this, Leonora. Otherwise, I don’t plan on either of us leaving this bed before breakfast.”
“But it’s barely two in the afternoon!”
“That’s not a no.” I wasn’t even sure why I was so determined to have her. All I knew was an intense, burning need to take.
To own.
To claim.
I’d just laid eyes on her for the first time in years a few hours before, but it seemed as if I might implode if I didn’t get to bury myself inside of her as soon as fucking possible.
Leaning down, I brushed a soft kiss across her lips, teasing her with the promise of more to come. Beneath me, she groaned, her eyes fluttering closed.
“Tell me to stop, Nora.” Tilting my head, I raked my teeth down the side of her neck. “I’m not stopping unless I hear you say it.”
“Say what?”
With a laugh for her sass, I sat up and reached for the pocket knife I always carried. Flipping it open, I used it to slice her dress clean up the middle.
The shocked look on her face nearly had me doubling over with laughter, but the string of very inventive swear words she let loose in Italian had my eyebrows raising as I closed the knife and shoved it back in my pocket.
“Where the hell did you learn to talk like that?”
“Please.” Her eyes rolled up and the corner of her lip pulled back in a sneer. “I spent my life surrounded by made men. You think I’ve got virgin fucking ears or something?”