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DEMON: IT WAS A DARE. NOT A BIG DEAL.
ME: LETTING SOME ASSHOLE FEEL YOU UP ISN’T A BIG DEAL?
DEMON: UNFORTUNATELY, THAT PARTICULAR ASSHOLE ALREADY KNOWS WHAT I FEEL LIKE SO THAT’S A MOOT POINT.
There it is. That fucking smartass mouth. She’s done.
“Get Tommy. We’re leaving.”
I tuck the phone back into the inside pocket of my red leather jacket, heading back toward the private room while my mind maps out where on my property would be the best place to bury the fucker who touched her.
“Nick!” He grips hold of my arm, and I turn to be met with his disapproving stare. “The meeting you’re about to blow off took months to arrange. We run the risk of never getting this opportunity again. The girls are home safe. What is so important it can’t possibly wait until tomorrow?”
“Studies have shown delayed reprimands are significantly less effective in preventing reoccurring behavior.”
He groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “English, Nick!”
“It means I’m going to put her over my knee and spank the fucking brat out of her! And if I wait until tomorrow, the lesson may not stick.”
CHAPTER 20
THEN
NICKY – Age 21
We make it back from the city in record time. I dropped the boys off just after 1 a.m.—a feat that took longer than I would’ve liked due to Rico chewing me out one last time.
Contrary to his objections, everything ended up playing out fine. Turns out my prospective partner has a daughter J’s age, so when I explained to him there was an issue at home that required my immediate attention, and let him think it pertained to her, he was all too willing to grant me leave. I conducted the remainder of the meeting from car on the way back, and we sealed the deal before even re-entering Queen City.
Now, here I sit on the street that runs parallel to the side of the house where Daph’s bedroom is located. While Daphne’s parents are rich, they don’t hold a fraction of the wealth my parents do. Their house is massive, but the property it sits on is less than two acres and is easily accessible from the street. A simple wrought iron fence runs the perimeter with nothing more than standard motion detection cameras monitoring the surrounding area.
Using the laptop I keep in the car, I hack the system with embarrassing ease, quickly killing the feed. I exit the car, crossing the street and hopping the fence before making my way up the lawn toward the back corner where Daph’s bedroom sits on the first floor.
Approaching the window I know to be hers, I’m met with a soft glow illuminating the room within. The curtains are sheer, granting me only a partially obstructed view of her sleeping form. She lies unmoving atop the down comforter of her queen size bed, clothed in nothing more than a pair of dark underwear and what looks to be a crop top.
I’m making a mental note to add blackout curtains to my next shopping list when she shifts, turning onto her other side. From this angle, I can clearly see she’s awake. My knuckles rap against the glass before I’ve even made a conscious decision to do so. She jumps, scrambling across her bed and almost tumbling to the floor before she realizes it’s me.
Daph’s eyes briefly widen, her surprise evident before she’s able to school her features. However, once she does, she glares at me, face hardening as she climbs to her feet and stalks toward the large window. Flipping the lock, she swings the oversized pane outward, narrowly missing me in the process.
“What?” she snaps, her curt tone sending a flare of irritation swelling within me.
I don’t respond. I’m too distracted as my eyes are dragged down her form while she stands openly exposed in the night air. I’m no stranger to Daph’s body. I’ve been tortured by the sight of her in a bikini every summer since she grew curves. And yet, seeing her here, in the solitude of her personal space where she’s most vulnerable, an irrational sense of jealousy takes root within me at the possibility of anyone else catching a glimpse of her like this.
I step up and over the threshold, forcing her further into the seclusion of her bedroom while making my way inside. She yelps, gripping hold of my biceps to ensure she doesn’t lose her footing in the process.
“You are not coming in here!” Daph hisses.
I drag the pane closed behind me, turning to engage the lock. “Always got something to say,” I mutter, slipping free from the confines of my coat before tossing the soft dark red leather over the back of her cream-colored accent chair at the corner of her room. Unbuttoning my cuffs, I begin to roll each of my sleeves up, exposing the ink of my interlocking crowns tattoo.
Slowly, I spin to find her still bitching about something. Her wild red curls bounce about her head as she gestures animatedly.
“For the record?” My words give her rant pause. “You’re prettier when you keep that smartass mouth shut.” I lunge for her, snatching her up and carrying her over to the bed where I drop down to position her bent over my lap.
“Nicky!” she gasps, her struggling accomplishing little, other than wiggling her pert little ass in my face. “What do you think you’re doing?!”
“Teaching you a fucking lesson once and for all.” My hand raises up, hovering momentarily before I swing forward to make contact with her right ass cheek. The sound of the slap that rings out is more beautiful than the most elaborate of symphonies. A flash of red blooms across her skin, the sight unleashing something primal within me.
Fisting the back of her underwear, I pull up, exposing the round globes of her ass as the fabric is drawn in to mirror that of a thong. With my target now on full display, I unleash a series of sharp consecutive slaps to her bratty little behind as a slew of incoherent nonsense expels from my throat. None of it makes any sense, not until the last word… Mine.
