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“I’ll be right back, Soren.” Adonis kisses my forehead again before slipping from the bed. He’s not gone long before I hear the sound of bath water and smell the scent of lavender.
I don’t move as he returns, pushing the blankets off my sweat-soaked body and lifting me into his arms. “Daddy’s going to take care of you, princess.”
“Mmkay, Daddy.” I’m languid in his arms as he gently places me in the soothing, tepid water of the bath. Eyes heavy, I let him pamper me—wash me, bathe me, gently massage my sex, rubbing the pain away until sleep takes me under.
CHAPTER 9
Adonis
She’s a fucking goddess.
My girl. My little, sweet girl is remarkably flawless.
Daddy’s girl.
Neither of us had any idea this was what would happen between us. I’d been worried about hurting her at first, despite her begging me to, but holy fuck, the way she looked and felt when I did. Glimpsing the bruises on her body from my hands, my fingers, my teeth, it makes my cock so hard it hurts.
Drawing the blanket up her exhausted body, I crack the window, letting fresh air filter in before moving to the door. Unlocking it, I’m unsurprised to see Blue lying on the floor. “Go on, then,” I tell him.
He snarls at me with less heat than the first time we met and waltzes in like he owns the place. Jumping up on the bed, he cuddles up at Soren’s feet. Leaving her to rest, I make my way downstairs. The house is quiet; even Zak is out of sight, so I head to my office. I need to check on a new round of fighters that should have been submitted this morning and touch base with the lawyer about this asshole detective hounding my girl.
“Finally came up for air.” My eyes flick up to see Zak leaning against the doorjamb, appearing far more relaxed than he is.
“She needs her rest.” Logging into my computer, I wait for it to finish booting up.
“Sounded like she may have lost her voice.” His lips tilt up on one side.
“Had to make a point.” The sooner everyone knows who she belongs to, the better.
Entering the room, he closes the doors behind him. “Fighters look good.”
Opening my email, I read over each man's stats—six in total—and it’s the last one that draws my attention.
“Fury Calder. Man seems like he just might have what it takes.” Opening an old video of a previous fight, I’m quickly impressed. His opponent is nearly twice his size, but he KO’d him in less time than it takes to inhale and exhale. “I want to see him take on the other guys one after the other.”
“You think he’ll last?” Zak cocks his head, contemplating his question.
“To be my top fighter, yeah, I do.” For years, I’ve sponsored a local MMA group—one of my more legitimate businesses. However, my most lucrative performer at the moment is getting older, feeling his injuries. It’s time he retires, and he’s more than earned the right, too. Now, he’ll train the new guys, work them every bit as hard as he worked himself, and in no time, Fury will be the best of the best. He’ll be the one everyone is betting on and making me a shit ton of money.
“I’ve got a meeting at the arena in an hour,” Zak comments. “Need anything before I go?” I shake my head as I read through an email from my lawyer. Anger ignites my blood, and I’m ready to fucking kill this detective.
Picking up the phone, I make a call. “I want his fuckin’ badge.”
“Figured you might.” Trent has been loyal to me for years, so I’m confident he’ll do what I ask and more. “I’ve got a meeting with the Deputy Commissioner in the morning. If Detective Ferguson doesn’t back off within forty-eight hours of his warning, I’ll gun for his job.”
“Twenty-four. And if there’s contact of any kind with Soren, I want his head on a fucking platter and delivered to the commissioner as a message. We clear?” I hang up before he’s able to respond.
Standing up, I intend to go find food for Soren so I can replenish her before ravaging her again. Shutting the computer back down, I go into the kitchen and find Sally stirring something in a large pot that smells delicious.
“Whatchya making?” Leaning over, I inhale deeper, and she shoves me away.
“Not yet, young man. It’s not ready.” There’s a grin on her face. She’s the only other woman in my life that I have any affection for.
“Yeah, yeah, you always say that, but you give me a taste anyway.” I wink down at her before going to the fridge to see what she’s got whipped up in there.
“Time to feed the young lady?” she snickers.
“Yup.” I grin, feeling happier than I have been in years.
