Chapter 47
Ace
Warning bells go off in my head when I look up at Kian, who stares down at me sternly. I knew the second I left my house that I’d be in trouble with him. He told me to stay home, and I did the exact opposite. While he was out digging up a second grave.
Kian isn’t upset with me about anything other than that.
He didn’t even try to stop me when I told him I was going to shoot my mother.
The man stood behind me while I shot the monster who emotionally tortured me for years.
As I watched the life drain from her cold, evil eyes, it was like the air in the room cleared, and for the first time, I felt so fucking relieved.
Murdering my own mother is probably not the therapy most would recommend, but it healed something within me, and I’m good with that. I’m lucky because not everyone has supportive men around them to clean up the bodies like I do. Maybe being a Ricci isn’t so bad, after all.
Though I think I’d like being a Savage more.
“Okay,” I say as the wheels touch down on the runway. “I’ll move in with you.”
His dark eyes study me. “Good girl. And before we go to bed tonight, we’ll have a little discussion about you disobeying me.”
I bite my bottom lip and nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
Kian drove us home with security leading and following.
According to him, I should expect that for the foreseeable future until they find the assassin who tried to kill me.
I think he’s being overprotective, but I suspect now might not be the time to argue that point.
I have a feeling I’m already in enough trouble.
Instead of stopping at my house, he drives directly to his.
Ours.
I’m moving in with him, after all.
Have I totally lost my mind?
Is Luciano going to lose his?
What if he hates how messy I am? Or how much glitter I leave everywhere? Or what if I’m too much of a pain in the ass for him, and he decides he doesn’t want to be with me, but Kian is too sweet to tell me, so he lives miserably forever?
A loud smack followed by a sharp sting on my butt makes me yelp as we walk into the main bedroom. I spin around and look up at his intense stare.
“You’re overthinking everything right now. The only thing you need to be thinking about right now is what I tell you to do. Can you do that for me?” Kian asks.
I would do just about anything for this man, so I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
He offers his hand, and I practically melt into a pile of goo. His thick fingers wrap around my smaller ones and, like a needle to a thought bubble, every last worry disappears from my head.
As the sky darkens, he takes me into the bathroom and pulls me into the shower with him, his hands all over my body as soon as we step in.
“I’m supposed to be getting ready to punish you. I shouldn’t be considering fucking you right now,” he mutters, thumb swiping over one of my sensitive nipples.
Spinning me around, Kian points toward the dark-tiled wall. “Bend over and put your hands there. And don’t move.”
My skin prickles as a shiver works down my spine while I obey, letting my head fall forward, so my hair is blocking his view. I don’t want him to see how much it affects me that he’s putting me in this position, my entire ass and pussy on display.
When his fingers touch my asshole, I yelp and try to straighten, but he’s faster and presses a hand to the center of my back.
“I said don’t move, angel,” he growls as he pushes a finger into my tight hole, drawing a moan out of my lungs. “You stay just like that and let me play before I shove my big dick in your ass.”
My clit aches at the thought of him fucking me there. I want it, but I’m scared, even though I know he’ll make it good for me. Even if he is supposed to be punishing me.
Using one thick finger, then two, he pumps in and out, using the water and his saliva as temporary lube. A second later, I hear him pop a cap, and cold liquid drizzles between my crack, making my heart race.
The longer he plays, the less it burns. It starts to feel really freaking good. Especially when he uses his other hand to play with my pussy at the same time.
“What’s your safeword, angel?”
Scrunching my face, it takes me a second to work out what he’s asking. I can’t focus on anything other than the pleasure radiating through my entire body.
“Red,” I moan.
He drips more lube onto my ass, pumping his fingers a few more times before he pulls them out and steps directly behind me.
I hold my breath, waiting for what’s going to happen next. Kian is big. Much larger than just the two fingers he used inside me.
When his warm palm slides down my spine, my entire body relaxes. “Easy, baby. It’s not going to feel good if you’re tense.”
Then he leans forward, smoothing his hands over my ribs, palming my heavy breasts. The head of his dick presses against my tight hole, but he doesn’t move. Instead, he tugs on my nipples, giving them a sharp pinch that makes me whimper, then moan.
As he plays with my breasts, he nudges my ass with his cock, and I try not to panic as I breathe through the burn as he stretches me open.
“That’s my girl. You’re doing so well,” he mutters, pushing himself deeper.
By the time his hips touch my ass, I think I might be split down the middle, but then he swipes my clit with the pad of his thumb. A zing of pleasure rips through me, and soon, I find myself grinding against him.
The fullness is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s not just the stretch, not just the heat and pressure—it’s a kind of raw, animalistic intimacy that makes all my nerves light up at once.
“Daddy, it’s so much,” I gasp, voice strangled, forehead pressed to the tile.
“You take me so fucking well, angel. You make me so goddamn hard, I could lose my mind.”
He starts to move, slowly at first, and I whimper with every rock of his body. Each thrust drives his cock deeper, and I feel so full, so owned, so absolutely his. And I am his. My heart couldn’t ever belong to anyone else.
Kian Savage is it for me.
He uses a hand at my hip to pull me against him hard, grinding so deep I swear I see stars.
His other hand slides down, between my legs, circling my clit, gentle at first, then firmer.
I shudder, bracing myself against the tile, knees trembling.
“Good girl,” he growls. “You were made for me. You’re going to come with me, angel. ”
He speeds up, and I know he’s close, but my own orgasm catches me by surprise as he flicks my clit while fucking me at the same time.
Both of us moan, and then his cock throbs against the tight ring of my ass.
“You did so fucking good, angel,” he murmurs between harsh breaths.
He doesn’t move for a long moment, just holds onto me tightly, his cock still inside.
When he gently pulls free, I let out a breath, suddenly feeling incredibly empty.
Taking charge the way he does while I sag against the wall, Kian pours some body wash onto a cloth and starts cleaning me.
Instead of telling him I can do it myself, I close my eyes and lean into him, enjoying the delicate attention he’s giving me.
When his touch slides over my scars, I try not to flinch. As if he knows it, he meets my gaze and slowly slides his fingers over my skin.
“I love every inch of you, angel.”
“I love you, too,” I whisper back.
As soon as he finishes washing himself, we stand under the rainwater showerhead, wrapped together in a hug that I think we both need.
“Let’s go to bed,” he finally says as he turns off the water.
Being the gentleman that he is, he dries me first before wrapping a towel around his waist and following me over to the vanity. When he pulls out a blow dryer, my throat tightens. He doesn’t miss anything. It’s like he knows exactly how to take care of me.
When we finally drag ourselves out of the bathroom, I can barely keep my eyes open, and Kian seems like he could use a good, solid night of sleep.
We don’t say anything for a while, his breathing slow and even.
My mind buzzes despite my exhaustion from the past few days.
Flashes of my mother’s face when she told me why she killed my father buzz in my mind.
I should feel some guilt for shooting her.
Or sadness. Or something other than the immense relief that I’m experiencing.
Maybe that makes me a terrible person, or maybe I just know I relieved the world of a little evil, and nobody will have to be subjected to her cruelty again.
It takes some time before sleep comes for me, but eventually my mind goes silent, and my eyes flutter shut.
I’m home.
Right where I belong.
And I couldn’t be happier.
It was inevitable I’d find myself bent over Kian’s lap at some point for disobeying him. I just didn’t think it would happen before I’ve even had the chance to get a sip of coffee this morning.
“Daddy,” I whine as I clutch the bedding under my chest.
“Yes, angel?” he asks patiently.
After I woke up and went to the bathroom, Kian was sitting on the edge of the bed in a pair of underwear.
When I came out, I made the mistake of walking right into his open arms. The hug he gave me at first was amazing, but then he somehow got me over his thigh and into this position before I realized what he was doing.
“I know you’re upset with me, and I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, but I needed to see her. To hear it myself.”
Kian rests one arm over my lower back, holding me in place, while he smooths his other hand over my ass.
“I’m not upset about you wanting to speak to her yourself.
If you had called me or waited until I came home, I would have taken you there myself.
What I’m about to punish you for is directly disobeying me and putting yourself and your health at risk.
You pointed a gun at your bodyguards. You met with another man to get a gun and a vehicle—”