Daddy Depraved (Forbidden Pleasures Island #2)

Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Jasper

After her bath, I dress my little princess in her outfit for the evening. Including a matching diaper in a lighter purple but with the same star and moon pattern as her dress. It’s a concept Solene has been working on for a while, and I make a mental note to sing its praises the next time I see her. I’m very thankful she had this set ready and in Juliet’s size so I didn’t have to put tonight’s events off any longer than necessary.

Standing in front of the mirror, Juliet twirls in place, her skirt flying up to reveal her diaper, and I can’t help but grin at the adorable picture she makes.

“We should head downstairs, princess. Our guests will be arriving soon.”

She slows to a stop, her gaze meeting mine in the mirror. “How many… uncles do I have?”

“Let’s see.” Tapping my chin, I make my way over to her, pretending to think hard about it though I know them all by heart. “There’s your Uncle Max, who you met today. He’s sort of the leader of our little band of misfits. The island was his idea and he takes his role very seriously.”

I take her hand in mine, giving her another quick twirl and earning myself another of those sweet, high giggles. “Then there’s your Uncle Gideon. He and Maxwell have been friends since they were knee high to a grasshopper as the saying goes. Don’t worry yourself if he seems a bit shy at first. And don’t let it fool you into thinking he’s a pushover, either. He’s even stricter than I am.”

Juliet’s head tilts to the side as we make our way out to the hallway, arm in arm. “Gideon Drake?”

“Yes.” I shouldn’t be surprised she was able to put the pieces together so quickly. She always has had her finger on the pulse of society and despite his preference for the shadows, Gideon’s name alone is enough to thrust him into the spotlight on a regular basis.

“Hmm. I always felt there was more to him than meets the eye. He has an aura about him. Who else?”

“Evander, or Uncle Evan to you. I doubt you’ll know him, as he doesn’t travel in our circles.” In fact, if it weren’t for the island, I doubt any of us would have anything to do with Evander. While we all have blood on our hands, Evander comes from a long line of men who have made their fortunes through blood and death.

Which, coincidentally, makes him the perfect choice for our head of security. I wasn’t sure about him at first, but he’s grown on me over the years.

“Evander.” Juliet rolls the name around on her tongue as we step onto the first stair, a distracted look in her eye. “Wait. You don’t mean Evander Hawthorne .”

Okay, now I am surprised. Pausing on the second step, I look down at her, a frown tugging at my lips. “How do you know of Evander Hawthorne?”

Mischief sparkles in her baby blues as she grins up at me. “I don’t just know of him. I once spent a week at one of his villas in the south of France. Our party got cut short by an Interpol raid though and I spent a few hours in a French prison before he and his legal team were able to spring me. Oh, I can’t wait to see him again.”

The thought of Evander putting his blood-stained hands on my Little girl has my vision going red at the edges. A possessiveness I’ve never felt before rises up inside me, clawing at my chest as I snarl down at my giggling stepsister.

“Did you fuck him?”

Juliet’s laughter cuts off as her brows raise toward her hairline. “Does it matter if I did?”

“Yes. I need to figure out how pissed Maxwell will be when I rip his throat out for ever laying a hand on you.”

If I’d expected her to be horrified by my pronouncement, I would have been wrong. If anything, she looks downright excited by my display of Neanderthal level jealousy. “Don’t worry, big brother. I wasn’t there for him. He has a cousin who, I realized later, enjoys using Evander’s name and connections to get his dick wet but who has no real ambition of his own.” She sighs dramatically. “A shame, really. It was a very nice villa.”

I’m still reeling from the thought of her being within a hundred feet of Evander without my protection. I don’t care how long ago it was, or that he never touched her.

She is mine , and some deep, dark part of me that I never knew existed wants to know that any man who has ever touched her, tasted her, so much as smelled her is no longer breathing the same air she breathes.

Luckily, the more rational parts of my brain take over and I’m able to wrangle the beast back in its cage. “Well. Those are your uncles,” I say, returning to our trek down the stairs. “And you’ve already met your Auntie Cat.”

As if I’ve summoned her, Cat appears at the bottom of the stairs, beaming up at us. “Oh, Jasper. She’s so precious. And her hair!”

Juliet tosses her carefully curled ringlets over her shoulder and flashes a smile for her Auntie. “Did you see my tiara, Auntie Cat?”

“I do and it’s absolutely perfect for you. Would you like to come meet your Uncle Gideon and Uncle Evan?”

“Yes, please!”

Before I can stop her, Juliet hurries down the stairs and takes Cat’s hand.

Emotion lodges in my throat at the sight of them together, and for the first time I truly understand Maxwell’s vision for us. Our island is more than just some kinky getaway for the rich and depraved. It’s home.

It’s family.

I give myself a moment to collect myself before joining the others in the parlor. Just in time to see my Little girl throw her arms around Evander’s neck, her loud laughter filling the room.

“Oh my gosh, Evander! It’s lovely to see you again!”

Evander’s low chuckle joins with her bright, happy laughter, and that same possessive feeling from earlier claws at my chest when he reaches down to swat her bottom. “It’s Uncle Evan to you now, little girl.”

Pulling away from his embrace, Juliet makes a show of rubbing at her bottom, though I doubt she felt that swat much if at all through the layers of tulle and cotton covering her. “Meanie.”

She’s flirting. Right in front of my face. And judging by the eyebrow Evander raises as he looks over at me, the scar that runs down the side of his face crinkling with the movement, he knows it just as well as I do.

Stepping into the room, I plaster a welcoming smile on my face as I gesture to my bratty little sister. “Lift your skirt up, princess. Show your uncles your pretty diaper.”

That makes her pause, her eyes round in her face and pink flooding her cheeks. “No, thank you.”

“But it matches your dress so well.” I’ve always loved flustering her, in the way big brothers tend to, but this is different. This is about reminding her of her place. Of who she belongs to. “And I just know your uncles would love to see it.”

“I don’t wanna.”

Does she know how adorably Little she sounds? Her voice has pitched up a bit, and even her words have taken on a younger tone.

All eyes are on me as I slowly cross the distance between us to cup her chin in my hand, nudging her head back. “Don’t you want to be a good girl for Daddy?”

Emotions swirl in her eyes, and it’s a delight to watch the struggle play out. She wants to pretend, as long as possible, that she’s still a big girl. Our equal.

But she isn’t. And that may be the most difficult part of all of this, accepting that she is no longer part of society, even here on the island, but a naughty Little girl whose every word, every movement is at her Daddy’s discretion.

Without actually answering me, she reaches for her skirt, slowly pulling the layers of tulle up to expose her diaper.

“That’s my good girl.” Releasing her chin, I step back, slowly moving my finger in a circle. “Give us all a twirl, princess. Slowly, so your uncles and your Auntie Cat can all see how pretty you are.”

Her cheeks darkening with every passing second, she slowly turns, showing off her dress and her matching diaper as our family watches on hungrily. Over her head, Gideon’s gaze meets mine, and even without words, I can see the need burning in his gaze. He, like the others, cannot wait to have a Little girl of his own and I wonder how long he’ll be able to resist claiming some poor unsuspecting soul for his very own.

“Oh my gosh!” An excited squeal draws our attention to the doorway where Victoria is bouncing on her toes, the fluffy skirt of her pale purple dress flouncing around her. “We’re twins!”

They aren’t, not quite, though they are both wearing shades of purple. But it’s always a pleasure to see how excited little Tori gets over the small pleasures in life. It’s a reminder that, unlike everyone else in this room, she never had much growing up and even less as an adult thanks to her mother’s illness and the piles of medical debt she was left with.

My heart leaps to my throat as Tori rushes forward to wrap Juliet in her arms. “You look so beautiful! Like a real-life princess.”

Juliet freezes in place, her skirts still hiked up around her waist, her diaper on display as her horrified gaze latches onto mine. For a moment, time stands still around us, and I hold my breath waiting to see how she’ll respond.

To my immense relief, she drops her skirts to return Tori’s embrace. “Thank you. I feel a bit like a princess. Did you see my tiara?”

“I did! It’s almost like the one Uncle Jasper got for me when I first got here, but mine is blue and silver like my Cinderella dress. I have one for each princess. I can’t wait to show you! Daddy, can we please, please have a tea party soon?”

Chuckling softly, Maxwell steps forward to scoop Tori up in his arms. “Patience, little thief. Juliet’s only just gotten to the island. Why don’t we give her a few days to settle in and then we can discuss Juliet coming over for a playdate.”

Pink rushes to Tori’s cheeks as she flashes him a sheepish smile. “Yes, Daddy.”

Off to the side, Juliet is watching them, an unreadable expression on her face. Because I can’t tell exactly what she’s thinking, it seems like the best course of action not to give her too much time to think at all.

“And on that note, I believe dinner is waiting for us. Gentlemen, Cat, if you’ll all follow me.”