Chapter 6
ZANE
FELIZ NAVI DADDY
There's a fucking blizzard outside and somehow that feels like the least dangerous thing happening right now. Axl and Phoenix are crouched by the fireplace trying to coax a flame to life, but I can't hear anything over my heavy heartbeat, pounding loudly in my ears.
Shiloh is standing on the opposite side of the living room, leaning with her back against the archway while her heated gaze rolls over me.
The woman is a freaking goddess.
Her coat is open, and my eyes slide over the ink that covers her stomach, then down to the art painted across her thick thighs, and fucking hell.
She’ll be the end of me.
Naming her tattoo shop Lady Death makes so much sense because this woman is the embodiment of quiet murder dressed in dark temptation. I might as well sign my death certificate now, because I am completely fucked.
Shiloh was always the good girl growing up.
I mean, she was perfect then too, don’t get me wrong.
She was everything we should have been, but weren’t, because we just didn’t give a fuck what people thought about us.
Shiloh was raised differently and came from a strict household.
Yes, her parents only wanted what was best for her, but they didn’t even try to get to know their daughter.
Yet, my guys and I always saw who she really was.
We could sense the fire that always lurked beneath her flawless, untainted surface, and I visualized breaking her, corrupting her perfect little image in ways that no one else would dare.
I still might.
She may not be the perfect little doll her family wanted her to be anymore, but she’ll be answering to a whole new daddy tonight.
The weight of what happened in the cop car earlier swirls within her sky blue depths, and I’m doing all I can to hold onto whatever is left of my self-control.
The sweet taste of her pussy still lingers on my tongue, and God, it’s like a hit straight to my bloodstream. I’ve fantasized about what she would taste like, but nothing compares to the real thing.
She’s fucking intoxicating.
Lethal.
Now, all I can think about is my next fix, because I’m fucking addicted.
Shiloh’s stare meets mine through my mask, calm and unflinching, but she can't fool me. She's teasing me. Testing how far I’ll go before I break, as if she knows who I truly am behind this mask.
She’d be right, but I'm not ready to open that can of fucking worms.
A good man wouldn't go through with this.
He'd walk away, keep his hands to himself, and pretend to be at least halfway honorable. But I'm not a good man. I never claimed to be, and mercy isn’t built into men like me.
I push off the wall, peel off my leather jacket, and toss it over the couch.
Our eyes remain locked in some sort of trance, and I know she sees the promise in them, even with the mask in the way.
Desire hums in the space between us, almost electric, and I let it pull me in until I’m close enough to feel the heat radiating off her, despite the freezing temperature in this cabin.
The curve of her lips tells me she’s done waiting too, but if she actually knew how long we've waited for this to happen with her, she'd probably run for the hills. In fact, I’m sure she would. She isn’t ready to learn who we really are… Not yet.
I stand before her, my larger frame moving in close, and she tilts her head up to look at me. Her sly, sultry smile only draws me further into her orbit, and I watch as her eyes trail from my mask down to my bare arms, widening slightly as she drinks in every inked curve of my biceps.
“You like what you see, Little Doll?” I murmur, my words rolling out slowly, anchoring her in place. Her head snaps up, and a spark of want and defiance flickers in her eyes as she lifts her chin, daring me. I grin because I fucking knew she’d be a brat.
Good.
I step in closer, pressing in until I can feel her chest rising and falling against mine.
She doesn’t flinch as I lean into her, my mask brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck.
She's teasing at the edge of her own self-control, pushing and pulling with mine just to see how far I’ll let her go.
She’s only kidding herself because there’s only one way tonight ends.
With her begging us to fill her pretty pussy with our cum until she forgets she’s ever been with anyone else.
“Careful, drummer boy,” she purrs, and I don't miss the tremble in her voice. In one swift motion, I pin her arms above her head, and she jerks, completely caught off guard. “It’s always the quiet ones you’ve gotta watch out for,” she mutters, more to herself than to me, and I chuckle because she has no fucking idea how true that is.
I kick her legs apart and raise my knee slightly until I’m brushing against her pussy.
Her fishnets are ripped to shreds, but it’s not enough.
I want her naked.
“Tell me what you want, baby?” I murmur, leaning back slightly as I secure both her wrists in place with one hand, and trail the other down to gently circle it around her neck.
“Tell me all the depraved little things you’ve fantasized about doing to us.
” Shiloh might think she’s in control, but she’s about to learn just how wrong she is about that.
Every flicker of defiance.
The way she fucking dares to challenge me with nothing but her eyes screams princess-sub kink, and that thought has the darkness buried deep inside me stirring, threatening to rise, and finally claim what has always been mine. Ours.
Our faces are a breath apart as I stare down at her, watching the excitement and anticipation swim in her curious gaze.
“I want you to fuck me. I-I want all of you at the same time. Own me. I want you to make me fucking beg,” she says, an eager sound escaping her full lips as I bury my knee against her pussy even more, and all I want to do is kiss her.
My hard cock strains against my jeans at her filthy words, my tip leaking with pre-cum, but he's going to have to wait because I have plans for this woman.
Her eyes flick to my left, finally noticing that Axl and Phoenix are standing behind me, patiently waiting for my instruction like the good boys they are.
We’ve never shared a woman before.
That experience had always been reserved for Shiloh, but if my guys think they're getting out of this without being stuffed with my cock too, they've got another thing coming.
“Strip,” I say, my voice low and commanding, though I don't need to look for them to know who I'm talking to.
“Yes, Sir,” they both say in unison, and Shiloh’s expression shifts from curious to something molten as she watches them undress behind me. I curl my hand harder around her throat, resting my thumb against her thumping pulse, and she snaps her gaze to me in surprise.
“You think you can handle me, handle us, Shiloh?” I say, barely above a whisper.
“Oh, I can handle you just fine,” she says, her breathy voice strained, yet still teasing, even though her pulse betrays her. “The real question is… can you handle me, drummer boy?”
“I’m not your fucking drummer boy,” I growl, stepping in closer, letting my body swallow the little air we had between us. Her eyes widen. They’re so fucking blue beneath her thick, black lashes, and I know that if I’m not careful, I’ll only lose myself in them.
Now is not the time for that.
It’s way too early to show all my cards.
That slow, provoking smile pulls at her mouth as she dares to play with fire, and I can feel her start to grind her pussy against my knee, still nestled between her thighs.
“You’re a pretty little doll, begging to be played with, aren’t you?
Begging to be used, to come undone, and I’m the twisted game master that commands every move your body makes.
” She whimpers as I release my grip on her neck, her breath catching as our eyes lock.
I follow the curve of her body with my hand, needing to feel her, to make her ours in every way possible because the minute the snow clears, we’ll lose her.
“Who am I, Shiloh? Who’s going to be the one to break you?” I wait for her to say it. To give voice to the surrender etched so beautifully across her face.
“You are, Daddy.”