4

I’m turned on.

Very, very turned on. The whimper bubbles from my throat, and I catch it with my teeth as they drag across my bottom lip. It’s so wrong, and I know with every part of me that I should not be feeling this way about this brute of a man grabbing me and pinning me to the wall of a cabin that he’s kidnapped me to, but I can’t help it.

He pulls back, that low growl of his still rumbling in my ear as his eyes flash pure hot fire into mine. I shiver, swallowing thickly as that fierce look burns into me, setting every part of me aflame. His jaw clenches, and my chest rises and falls with my breath. I’m aware of my skirt riding up high on my thighs, and the fact that I’m not wearing a bra becoming more and more apparent as my nipples harden beneath the flimsy top.

“Not smart, princess,” Cormac grumbles, his eyes narrowing at me as I pant under his fierce gaze and strong hands.

“What-what are you going to do to me?”

“Sober you the fuck up, first of all,” he mutters. “Drinking at your age?”

“Putting your hands on girls my age, at your age?” I sneer back.

“Careful, little girl.”

“Or what?”

That growl rumbles through his powerful chest again. “You don’t want to test me.”

“Sounds like a lot of talk to me. You say that to all the girls you kidnap and bring here to try to scare the—”

“Let’s get one thing fucking straight.” His voice booms out, shutting me up and echoing across the small room. “I’m not going to hurt you, and I didn’t kidnap you, for the last fucking time. I work for the FBI, and my job is to make sure those fucks don’t come after you for what you saw. Understand?”

I swallow. “How come you won’t show me your badge?”

“Because I don’t have one. I’m a contractor for the bureau.”

“They don’t give you a badge for that?”

His eyes narrow again, and he looks away for half a second. “I’m done with badges.”

It’s silent for a minute, both of us still breathing heavily before he clears his throat. “The man you saw is Sylvan Bucks, and he and his men know who you are. They were at that club tonight, which is why I took you out of there. So for now, you’re going to stay here, and you’re going to do as I say, because your life depends on it. Got it?”

I swallow, my mind whirling as I try to process everything he’s just said.

“I said got it?”

“Yeah, yeah, fine,” I scowl. “I got it.”

Slowly, Cormac drops his hands from me, and I blush as I realize a large part of me regrets that he does.

“You have anything to drink around here?”

He glares at me, crossing his muscled arms across his rock-hard chest. “No. No more drinking.”

“You know, just because you’re my protection and you’ve got me trapped here, doesn’t mean you can control every little thing about me,” I spit. “You’re not my daddy or anything.”

His look flickers raw fire, and the second I say that word, I feel it burn inside of me.

Daddy.

It just hangs there in the air between us, like this dirty little tease, the silence growing as my face burns hotter. I might not have a ton of experience, but I’m not an idiot. I know the filthiness that word can carry. I know what I heard late at night a few weeks back, when Carrie came back to the room late and drunk with some guy and thought I was asleep.

Fuck it harder, Daddy.

I blush bright crimson at the memory, heat teasing through me just like it did that night. And with Cormac looking at me like he is, it feels like my every dirty thought is being broadcasted across my face plain as day for him to see.

For him to know the filthy thoughts going through my head.

The silence hangs a minute longer before finally, he looks away.

“It’s time for bed.”

He turns, and for whatever reason, the last bit of rebellion in me decides to act. I turn, and I make a rush for the door, shrieking as I hear his heavy steps thundering after me. I don’t even make it halfway there before I gasp as I feel his big hands grab me around the waist, his powerful arms lifting me up and pulling me against his chest. I squirm, kicking and thrashing, but he only holds me tighter to him, and the more I struggle, the more I can feel those rock-hard muscles of his ripple against me.

And the more that happens? Well… yeah.

“That’s it,” he snaps, storming across the floor. “You want to be a bad girl? You want to fuck around like a naughty little girl?”

“You’re not the boss of—”

“Yes, I am, princess,” he hisses, throwing me down on the sofa near the fireplace. He looms over me as I kick away from him, his eyes blazing fire as he looks right into mine.

“From now on, yes, I am.”

Chapter Four

Cormac

“Turn around and bend over.”

She blinks in shock at me, her pretty lips opening wide.

“What?”

“Bend. Over.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

I know damn well what I have in mind is in no way shape or form ‘protocol’ in a situation like this. I never went through Quantico, but I’m pretty fucking sure putting the witness over your knee and spanking her pretty little ass is not something they teach FBI recruits.

Good thing I’m just a contractor though, because that is exactly what I’m about to do.

“I warned you,” I growl. Nina gasps sharply as I grab her, sit on the edge of the sofa, and pull her over my lap. My blood roars in my ears, and there might be one little piece off me shouting inside to knock this the fuck off and just leave it before I get myself into trouble, but I shut that voice up.

I’m already in trouble. With Nina, I was in trouble the second I laid eyes on her. The instant I read her file. The minute I knew she’d be mine.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Teaching you a lesson,” I growl, pushing her down across my lap with a firm hand. Her tight little body wriggles and writhes against me, rubbing against my cock through my jeans and making it grow fatter and thicker by the second. I groan, feeling my girth throb against her, feeling the heat blaze through my body at the feel of her so close to me, against me.

“I told you eight different ways that I wasn’t going to hurt you and that you were here for your own damn protection. But apparently, one night out with that idiot roommate of yours has you acting like an entitled little brat.”

“Maybe being kidnapped by a freaking caveman just brings it out in me!” she hisses, craning her head around to glare up at me. Fuck, I can’t decide if it’s cute or sexy as hell to see that fierce look of defiance on her face when she’s stretched out over my knees with that tight little ass up in the air, her skirt barely covering it.

She gasps as my hand grabs the back of her skirt and yanks it up high, flashing her sweet little ass to my hungry eyes. Fuck, that tiny pink lacy thong pulled tight between her cheeks has my cock throbbing like steel, and I know damn well she can feel it.

Good.

Let her know exactly how hard she makes me. Let her know how fucking big my cock gets when she squirms against me.

“Hang on! What the hell are you—”

My palm connects with the soft curve of her ass with a sharp smacking sound that fills the cabin, and Nina gasps. I do it again, this time letting my hand smack down on the other cheek, making it bloom with a pink blush as the gasp tumbles from her lips again.

“What am I doing?” I grumble lowly, my jaw tight as my cock pulses against her body. “I’m showing you what happens to bratty little girls who try to whack me over the head with fucking teakettles when I’m trying to protect them.”

I spank her again and again, and that gasp falls from her lips. But damn if I couldn’t swear that it sounds a little different this time. Less indignant, less shocked.

More heated.

I groan deep inside my chest, my hand coming down on her sweet little ass again. And this time, I know something’s different. This time, I know damn well that I feel her squirm against me, and I know damn well that I can feel a heat against my thigh where her little pussy is pressing into me.

“You wanna sass me, princess? You want to knock me over the head and run off and see how far you get before they find you? Well, it’s not gonna fucking happen. So in this cabin? Yeah, you’re damn right I’m the boss of you,” I growl, spanking her ass once more and relishing the whimper and the barely contained moan that drips from her lips. She’s fucking loving this, even if she’s trying her hardest to pretend she isn’t.

“In here, you better believe I’m the boss of you,” I groan, my pulse roaring louder and louder in my ears as my cock throbs hard as steel against her soft young body. I can feel my balls twitching, my hot sticky pre-cum leaking in my boxers. She wriggles into me again, and I swear to God she’s rubbing herself against me on purpose now. I know damn well she can feel my cock pulsing against her, and she’s grinding that greedy little cunt against me all the more for it.

“In here, princess,” I groan, my eyes dropping to her tempting little bare ass, pink and red from my hand. My eyes slide over that naughty little thong of hers, pulled tight between her cheeks and right up against her pussy. I can see the fucking wet spot growing more and more, her eager little cunt leaking all fucking over those naughty panties.

“In here, princess, I’m not just going to be your protector. I’m gonna be something else while we’re here.”

My hand strokes over her ass, and her gasped, whimpered moan teases through the air like silk over my ear.

“Wh-what else are you going to be?” she whimpers softly, her hips rocking slowly into me.

My cock surges against her as I lean over, brushing her hair away from her ear. I know I’m pushing it. I know this is so fucking wrong, but I can barely control myself. I can barely contain my raw lust and my need to claim this girl as my own.

“In this house, from now on, since you insist on being a spoiled little brat? I am your daddy. You understand me?”

She goes still for a second, but I can feel her breath coming fast as I can see the red flush creeping over her cheeks even as she turns her head away.

“Do you understand?” I growl into her ear.

“Yes,” she says softly.

“Yes, what.”

Nina pauses for a second, panting quietly before she slowly nods and turns her head to look at me with those big blue eyes.

“Yes, Daddy.”

My cock throbs.