“But you don’t hate this,” I said, stilling her with an arm I had around her waist and thrusting into her with hard, sharp thrusts until her pussy was creaming on my cock.

“You don’t hate this, do you?” I repeated as she fluttered around me.

“I think I do,” she responded.

“You’re a liar, Kayla. With your words, anyway. But your pussy tells on you. The way it gets so wet for me, the way it comes for me tells me what I need to know.”

I went quiet for a few moments, trying to regain my composure. Then I continued.

“You may not like this life or want this life, but it’s yours now. And you get this. So you will meet with my father.” I punctuated my words with three hard thrusts.

She didn’t answer, so I fucked her harder, then held her still, her clit pressed against my pelvis as I ground into her, brought us as close as we could be, closer than I had ever been to anyone else.

She gripped me tighter as she came, her arms slick with my sweat and hers.

“Was that a yes?” I asked when her breathing slowed.

“Yes,” she said on a hiss.

I didn’t let her say more before I started thrusting again, determined to make her come so hard she’d never dreamed of saying no to me again.

Eight

EIGHT

Kayla

“Why aren’t Davit and Amy going to be there?” I asked.

I tugged at the black skirt I was wearing, and my gaze got stuck on the ring on my finger. I hadn’t been wearing it when Elias had picked me up.

He’d quickly corrected the oversight.

He’d held my hand tight as he marched back to my bedroom, found the box sitting on the table where I’d left it, and put the ring back on my finger.

I hated his high-handedness and at the same time thrilled at the possessive way he’d touched me.

Then scowled when he’d said, “You’re wearing that?”

The calf-length black skirt and white button down shirt were a size too big and looked almost funereal. Appropriate, I’d thought, given where I was going. Still, Elias’s disapproval made me smile.

“I am,” I’d said and then left the bedroom.

Elias had caught up to me quickly and then led me to the SUV where Narek was sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Davit said it was after Crystal’s bedtime,” Elias said, finally answering my question.

“They have a nanny,” I responded, blinking at him.

“Maybe it was her day off,” he said offhandedly.

Which was bullshit, and we both knew it.

The real reason they wouldn’t be there was, at least in my opinion, because Davit was smart enough to keep his family as far away from his father as he could.

I decided to tell Elias that.