Daddies Brat

Holding her in the dip, her exposed thigh wraps around my extended leg, I lean in and say just for her, “Did you wear this dress hoping to catch the eye of someone tonight? Because I have to say, there’s not a limp dick in here. You can have your pick of men.”

“And yet, I am dancing with you.”

If I saw heat in her eyes before, I witnessed fucking hell’s flames licking in her gaze now.

I have to give her credit. I never anticipated that answer. For a moment a raging possessiveness makes me falter and for the first time in my life, I miss a step. After a couple of beats, I pick us back up while my beauty wears a smartass smirk on her lips like she won this round.

I’m content in letting her have this small victory just to see her face light up.

“Want to know what my best friend thinks of this dress and what I should be doing?”

“That depends. Who is your friend and what does he tell you? I’ll reserve the right to my thoughts after I hear your answer.”

We sway, dip and continue for another turn around the dance floor as she considers her next words.

There’s that damn smirk again. And this time I have a driving need to kiss it off her face.

Her shoulders pop into a stubborn line. “There’s a lot of assumption in that statement and not that you have any business looking as furious as you do, Tomas.”

Her eyes brighten and she can’t control the laughter that breaks out. The little minx enjoys torturing me.

A confident yet snarky mask slips over her expression. “She agrees with you on the limp dick comment. And she told me there wouldn’t be a dry pussy in the room either. I should have a little fun. She thinks I’ve been pining over you three for too long.”

I inhale sharply and pause in the middle of the dance floor. Pure belly-deep laughter throws my head back and I enjoy every second. Something I haven’t done in a long damn time.

I tap her on the end of the nose. “You did that on purpose. I’ll remember that for when we are alone tonight and don’t have any eyes on us.”

“There you go assuming again. Just because I agreed to dance doesn’t mean anything else is on the table. My father does not make the rules for me.”

She shimmies her hips into my already impossibly-hard dick.

“I’m going to love proving you wrong. You do as we say until we are sure the risk to your life has been dealt with. Nonnegotiable. And then we’ll go from there,” I say, looking into her darkening eyes. I try to ignore the emotionless smile that replaces all traces of humor.

I can tell what I have to say rides her irritation levels, but I find no reason nor need in pussyfooting around the truth.

“Trust, me. Us, India. We would never do anything to harm you. Quite the contrary. We would give our lives to protect yours.”

“You say that, but you walked in here and practically took me hostage. You’re only here because you want to own my father. It’s just who you are.” Even she doesn’t believe what she is uttering. There’s no heat to her words and without it, she gives away her hand.

We sway to the beat the orchestra set and I ignore everyone around us no doubt staring. I pull her chin up until she’s looking me dead in the eyes. “You don’t believe that any more than I believe you’re doing this code and software for fame and fortune.”

She works her mouth a couple of times and her lashes brush her cheeks before she raises her gaze back up to mine once more.

“How, Tomas? Why? I’m so confused. You don’t even know me. Not really.

But-”

“But what, India? What’s going through that brilliant mind of yours?”

It looks like she wants to cry from the pure frustration of it all, but she fights them back and wins and I have a new, deeper respect for her.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

That’s our girl. Strong and a fighter.

Silently, she meets my gaze.

She places her hand over mine as I move to cup her cheek. “Why do I feel this draw to you? To all three of you? It’s not natural. It can’t be real. None of it makes any sense?”

Our lives were not built for connections and love. Quite the contrary. But deep down on a soul level I now know she feels the same thing we do. Hopefully, she’s as curious as we are and we can convince her to explore it with us.

“All I can ask from you is to trust us and trust yourself.”

She nods in agreement. “I can do that. For some fucking crazy reason, I know I can. Trust you. All three of you. I’ll just lean on that for now.”

Her fingers tighten around my hand and the other on my shoulder as I guide us across the floor. Her dress flows with the movements and there goes that slit of her dress again.

“I wanted to be a dancer before-”

She drops her words off and I focus on our moves, letting her regain her composure, pulling her closer. The sad look on her face makes my fucking heart crack down the middle.

“Before my brother died,” she finishes so quietly that I have to strain my hearing over the music. “I had dreams and aspirations for more than just coding.”

“God, you’re killing me, dorogaya moya. Please don’t be sad.” I rub the tip of my nose against hers before I can think better of it and pull her into a deep dip that has her eyes pinned on me.

“You’re killing me and I’m ready to slay the fucking dragons that have put that look in your eyes.”

“Nice thought. But I don’t think there’s much you can do unless you can turn back time.”

I shouldn’t say the next word on the tip of my tongue but the pain in her eyes forces my lips to move. “I’ll find a way to heal your heart, damn it. I promise. You’re too precious to have that pained look in your eyes.”

I scoop her up and spin her into Stefan’s waiting arms, meaning every last syllable of my promise.