Chapter 26
Twenty-Six
Briana
I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here, but I’m not the least bit surprised when Rook shows up. He’s fucking omniscient.
Without looking up as he crawls into the tight space, I mutter, “Did you put a tracker on my phone?”
“Yes, princess.”
I flinch. “Don’t call me that. You lied to me.” I’m pouting. I don’t care. I’m too exhausted to fight him, and I need my Daddy, so part of me is relieved that he’s finally here. Especially because I don’t even know where here is.
This plastic fort is way too small for him, but he manages to sit alongside me before tucking his arms under my legs and lifting me into his lap. He cradles my body, leaning me back a few inches so my head isn’t in danger of hitting the roof.
His own neck is bent. He can’t sit all the way straight in here. It would be comical if we weren’t in such a dark emotional space.
For long moments, I look into his eyes. I can’t help it. I’ve longed for the day I could do this for weeks. I’ve spent countless hours wondering what color his eyes were, what shade his hair was, what his facial structure might be.
He’s fucking gorgeous, which annoys me. Dark brown hair and eyes that penetrate. Being able to see his expressions is even more unnerving than when all I could focus on was his voice. He will slay me with a simple glare of disapproval.
What does he see in me? I’m just an average girl. Nothing special. And yet he picked me, stalked me, terrorized me so that I couldn’t fall asleep at night. And then he took over my life until I didn’t recognize myself.
“You lied to me,” I repeat.
“Yes. You knew I was lying to you, princess. You knew I had secrets I wasn’t ready to reveal.”
“You should have told me who you were,” I argue, even though I know that would never have been possible. I’ve had a while to sit and think about everything that’s happened. How could he have told me he was the man I met that morning at Silver’s house?
He strokes my arm.
“Would you have revealed yourself to me before now if you hadn’t discovered I’m Silver’s sister?”
“Yes, pretty girl.”
I figured. I sag in his embrace. I want to be mad at him. Madder. He’s making it hard to feel the fury I was experiencing earlier because he’s so calm, and he’s holding me. He hasn’t ever held me quite like this.
He’s letting me work through my thoughts. I can see it in his eyes. They are so gentle and kind. Piercing. I could stare into their deep brown depths forever. I might now that I can see them.
“How angry is my brother?”
“Steaming angry.” He winces and rubs his jaw. “I took a hard punch to the chin and the nose.”
“Did you hit him back?”
“Fuck no. I deserved it. He’s my brother, and I fucking destroyed him.”
“You knew each other in the boys’ home…”
“Yes.”
He’s not going to give me any details. I’m going to have to pull them out of him.
The truth is, I’ve suspected that place was not okay.
My brother has glossed over those years every time we’ve spoken.
All I know is that he and four of his friends shared a dorm room in that home, and the way he tells it, the five of them survived.
“It was awful there.”
“Yes, princess. We don’t speak of it.”
“That’s why you five are so close. Like brothers.”
“Yes.”
I look down at where I’m wringing my hands against my thighs. “What happens now?” It feels strange asking him. I’m my own person. I was so fucking angry an hour ago that I thought I would tell him to fuck himself and leave me alone. I thought I was finally strong enough to end this.
Our relationship is unhealthy. It’s fucked up beyond recognition. It’s borderline dangerous.
And yet, the flames in my head have died down. I’m not sure what to think. I suppose now that everything is out in the open, he’ll move on. It was all a game for him. He was using me for his fucked-up prank.
Tomorrow, I’ll wake up alone in my house and try to reclaim my life. I’ll have to build some sort of relationship with my roommates. Make friends. I won’t be the same girl. I’ll never be her again. I know things about myself that I had no clue about before I met him.
Rook.
Daddy.
Is he? Is he my Daddy? Was it all a giant game?
He strokes my cheek. “Look at me, princess.”
He’s still calling me that. I like it when he does. It makes me feel special. I’m glad he ignored my earlier insistence to stop it. I lift my gaze.
“You’re mine, Briana.” His voice is so firm, determined. There is no wavering in his tone.
My breath hitches. Is he serious right now?
“Mine, princess. You know that. You can be mad at me. I’m sure you have a million thoughts running through your head. But whatever you’re thinking or questioning changes nothing. You’re my girl. I won’t give you up for any reason or any person. I won’t even give you up if you ask me to.”
My eyes widen. He’s serious. Why would I ever doubt this man?
“I understand why you ran off. I know you were pissed and confused. But I won’t let your misbehavior this evening go unpunished.
I told you to sit in your chair, and you defied me.
You know better than to be outside at night by yourself.
You put yourself in danger by running from me.
I will firmly discipline you for your disobedience. ”
My heart races. At the same time, my pussy creams. I’m more aware of the butterfly. It’s still pressing firmly against my clit.
I’m stunned. He still wants me? “Are you going to keep coming to my house at night then?”
He shakes his head, making my heart drop. “No, Briana. You’re moving in with me. Now. Tonight. You will never ever sleep in another house, away from me, again.”
I stop breathing. I can feel my heart beating, and I’m surprised it’s working properly. My head is spinning. I’m having a hard time believing this could be true. “What if I don’t want to move in with you?” I argue out of left field.
He lifts a brow. “Since when do you have a say in my decisions, naughty girl?”
Right. That’s why I challenged him. I needed him to reestablish his dominance. Put his foot down. Set me in my place as his obedient girl.
He leans slightly to one side and reaches under my thigh to pull something out of his pocket. Two things. One is his phone, which he opens and shoots off a text. I don’t recognize the other item, but I know what it is as soon as he presses a button on it.
I gasp as the vibrator comes back to life. “Daddy...”
He smiles. “Part your knees, naughty girl. Dante is coming to get us. Your only opportunity to orgasm tonight is right now. If you can do so before he arrives, you’ll get that small token of relief before I discipline you. If you can’t, you’ll spend the rest of the night with a needy pussy.”
My legs shake. I should never doubt him. He doesn’t bluff.
“Knees, Briana,” he orders.
I push them wider, stretching the cotton of my dress. My head falls against the crook of his elbow as the butterfly vibrates against my most sensitive body part.
Too many thoughts consume me. I’m in my Daddy’s arms. He’s cradling me. Cherishing me. His name is Rook. He has brown eyes and hair. He owns me. I’m not permitted to make my own decisions. I never will be.
“Daddy…” I grab his arm.
“You have about five minutes, naughty girl.”
I moan. I’m a hot mess. I’m not sure I can come that fast. I need him to touch me. If his fingers were on my clit instead of the vibrator, I could orgasm in a few seconds, but he’s made no move to help me.
The buzzing increases, and so does my frustration. “Daddy…” I beg.
“Four minutes.”
I squirm, undulating my hips in his lap, but I can’t get what I need. More. More of him. I need his cock inside me. I’m desperate for it. He’s been pushing me to the edge for weeks. He’s only let me orgasm a few times.
“Three minutes, princess.”
I grab the hem of my skirt and try to pull it up, intent on using my own fingers to finish myself off if he’s not going to. I can either thrust them inside me or press against the butterfly. If I could adjust it…
Daddy grabs my wrist. “No.”
I gasp and lift my hips. “Daddy…” I whine. My tone shocks me. How did we get here?
My whole body is trembling as I stare into his eyes. He’s not going to let me come. He’s already punishing me.
“Two minutes, Briana.”
Panting, I simply stare at him, my clit quivering. The need grows, but I won’t be able to come like this. It’s too cold. Too impersonal. He’s gripping my arm to remind me that I may not touch myself.
“Make it stop, Daddy,” I plead.
“No, princess. You will endure the full five minutes. And you know better than to argue with me.”
I purse my lips as tears leak out of the corners of my eyes.
“One minute.”
My pussy is soaked, but this isn’t going to make me come. Not tonight. Not like this. Taking deep breaths, I lie in his arms and wait out the rest of my punishment. When it’s finally over, he turns off the evil device.
“You will not orgasm tonight, Briana.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I’m a soaked, trembling mess, but I know he won’t back down on this. I wouldn’t want him to. His firm command over my life and my body is what I love about him.
We have a million issues. A billion. We’re both very fucked up. But at the end of the day, he’s what I need, and our relationship would be ruined if he gave in and changed his mind.