Bite Me, Daddy (Dangerous Daddy Book 3)

He must be out of his god damn fucking mind, thought Paine.

This woman was poison. A cocked gun at his head. A noose around his throat.

She not only was going to get him killed, she had put out the fucking hit to make it happen! Yet all he could think about was bending her to his will. She was so defiant, so stubborn, so fucking smart and beautiful. She both fascinated and excited him. Never in his life had he met a woman who challenged him like Mirage.

He wanted, no needed, to hear her beg his name.

With his free hand, he flipped her onto her stomach.

Her tawny hair hung in waves over her shoulders and partially down her back. He loved the slope of her back, how it dipped low then crested over the generous curve of her ass.

Raising his arm high, he brought the heavy belt down like a lash.

Her scream was muffled by the pillow.

Her pale, creamy skin burst into a bright cherry pink line straight across both cheeks. His cock lengthened at the sight. He raised his arm again, this time striking her across the top of her thighs.

“Stop! Stop!”

It was not enough. He lashed her again…then again with his belt. Her ass glowed a beautiful crimson red. Unable to resist, he cupped her left bottom cheek, needing to feel the heat radiating off her skin, knowing it was glowing from his punishment, his mark.

Her legs kicked the bed as her fingers clenched the headboard.

“Oh god! It hurts!”

Bringing the belt down one last time across her cheeks, he watched as they bounced and jiggled from the strike. Turning white for just a moment before bursting into a deep flush.

Unable to stand it any longer, he tore at the fastening of his jeans.

Freeing his cock, he kicked the pants aside and placed a knee on the bed. He positioned himself between her legs. Placing his hands on her hips, he raised her up onto her knees. Running two fingers over her cunt, he could feel her slick heat. She could cry and scream all she wanted.

She may hate him…but she still wanted him.

Fisting his thick shaft, his voice was harsh with need. “Beg me to fuck you. I want to hear you say it again. Fuck me, Daddy.” Memories of her deep-throated moan as he forced her to call him daddy as he spanked her ass while his cock was buried deep in her cunt still haunted his dreams. It had become an obsession to hear it again.

“Go to hell.”

He slapped her already reddened ass. Her head fell back onto her shoulders as she moaned from either pain or pleasure; he couldn’t tell and didn’t care.

“Beg me to fuck your cunt.”

“No,” she rasped defiantly.

Paine shook his head. His beautifully stubborn little kitten always had to learn the hard way he supposed. “Have it your way.”

Placing his head of his cock between her legs, he shifted his hips, rubbing her pussy, teasing her.

When the tip was wet from her dew, he brushed it against her asshole. The tiny pink puckered skin protecting her forbidden entrance clenched and stiffened.

“No! No! No! Don’t you dare fuck me in the ass, Paine.”

He pushed on her entrance with the head of his cock watching as the pale pink skin whitened from the pressure as it glistened from her own arousal.

Her hips bucked, trying to dislodge him. He spanked her ass again.

The momentary pain stilled her.

He thrust harder, needing to push past her resisting band of muscle. Thrusting forward with his hips while pulling back on her own, the head of his shaft pushed inside.

Mirage gave out a howl of pain.

“No! It hurts! Take it out! Take it out!”

He drove his hips forward, forcing her body to accept several inches of his thick shaft up her ass.

“Where is my cock, Mira? Where is it?” he shouted.

“It’s in my ass,” she cried.

He pulled back before thrusting forward again, deeper…harder.

“Ow! Ow! Oh, god!”

She had taken about five inches. She still had another five to accept. Paine felt a rush of primal possession as he leaned into her body, forcing her to submit to his greater strength. Bending her to his will. Hearing her moan with pleasure tinged pain. Compelling her to beg, to accept his dominance.

“Why is my cock in your ass?” he growled, scraping the sharp edge of his teeth along the soft slope of her shoulder.

“I don’t know,” she whined.

“Because you were a bad girl.”

He could feel her body tighten and clutch at his cock. She was so god damn tight.

“Say it,” he ground out. “Say you were a bad girl.”

“Bite me,” she spit out through gritted teeth.

The edge of his teeth along her shoulder blades greeted her taunt.

“I wouldn’t keep Daddy waiting if I were you, little girl. I can always make this more painful. Now say it.”

There was a long pause.

He pushed in to the hilt. Her ass had taken the full ten inches. He could see her body strain to accept him. A bright sheen of sweat, glimmered on her lower back. She yelled in agony the moment his balls hit the underside of her ass.

Finally, she obeyed. “I was a bad girl. I was a bad girl. Please, stop.”

Shifting his right hand from her hip, he reached between her legs. Finding her sensitive nub, he flicked it with two fingers before rubbing it in small circles, slowly building the pressure.

Mirage moaned.

He leaned down and bit her shoulder, as a stallion would to his mare while mating. Licking the spot he marked, tasting her skin, he demanded, “Say you want this. Say you like the pain.”

‘Please!” she moaned. The deep-throated kind that only came from pleasure.

“Admit it,” he growled. “You like when I force you. You like the feel of my cock filling your ass. You like submitting to me. Need it.”

Her back arched as her hips pushed back the moment his two fingers thrust inside her wet pussy.

Moving his left hand, he grabbed her hair, ruthlessly pulling her head back by the cascading tresses.

“Say it,” he ordered.

“I like the pain,” she cried.

“Beg me to fuck you harder. Beg me to make it hurt,” he rasped against her neck.

“Please, Paine. Make it hurt! Fuck me!”

At her admission, the sound of his name on her lips, his balls tightened as a surge of pleasurable pressure hit his cock. Fisting her hair, he leaned back and began to savagely pummel his cock into her body.

Mirage screamed. Angry red marks appeared around the binds on her wrists as her knuckles whitened from her straining to grip the headboard.

His mind went blank. Every sense was focused on the feel of her leather-warmed skin as it brushed against his hips. How her body firmly gripped his cock. The silken feel of her hair in his palm. The sound of her harsh breathing as she moaned.

His cock so tightly filled her back passage he could feel the ripples of her own orgasm as it crested over her. Mirage cried out before falling limp. He thrust again. This time he wanted to mark her both inside and out. Refusing to pull out, when he came, it was deep inside her ass.

He held a glass of red wine to her lips. Mirage took a grateful sip, uncaring as the ruby liquid dribbled down her chin and onto her naked breast.

Paine leaned over and laved at her skin, taking her nipple between his lips as he sucked the wine droplet up.

Mirage gasped from the intimacy of the act. Anyone would have thought they were newlyweds tucked away in a quaint cottage for their honeymoon. But they weren’t newlyweds. Scenes like that were for normal people. Paine and she would never be normal. There was a twinge of guilt as she remembered how close she had come to normal once. How desperately she had reached out for that kind of life, but now it was all gone.

Taking a sip himself, he put the glass aside and tilted up her chin. Still tied to the bed, she was sitting on her side, her legs tucked up. Her wrists raised before her, almost as if in prayer.

“No more games, Mira. Tell me.”

She looked into his ice blue eyes. The utter ridiculousness of her situation hit her. She was tied up naked in Paine’s bed. He’d just fucked her ass. Her ass. And she’d begged him to do it harder. All the while she wanted this man dead for killing the man she supposedly loved who she now realized didn’t come close to rocking her to the core as Paine had just done.

Mirage tilted her head forward. Her shoulders started to shake.

“Baby?” asked Paine as he tried to push her soft hair out of the way so he could see her face.

Mirage could hear the concern in his voice and her shoulders shook harder.

He finally realized she was laughing.

“I’d love to join in on the joke, Mira.”

She sucked in a choking breath. “You’re making me crazy you know that? I don’t know my own mind anymore. I hate you! I really do.” There was no mirth to her laughter. It was almost maniacal, unhinged.

“I think the bullet fired into my pillow established that,” he drawled.

Mirage sobered.

Composing herself, she said, “You killed Dev.”

She watched him as he took in her words. A look of utter disbelief crossed his stern features. “That’s what this is about? That piece of shit, Doug?”

Mirage shook her head. “No. Not Doug. Dev. You killed Dev.”

“I know who I killed, Mira. His name was Doug.”

Her brow wrinkled. Wait, she had always assumed Dev was short for Devon. How could she be in love with a man and not know his real name? Of course, she had never told him her real name either.

“So you don’t deny it?”

“Why would I? The guy was an asshole. He more than deserved what he got.”

“I loved him.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Don’t say that! You don’t know. You don’t know anything about me!” she yelled.

“I know you are a beautiful, vivacious, stubborn, feisty woman who makes a man want to strangle you and kiss you at the same time. I know you feel things deeply and completely. I know you try so hard to keep a tight rein on every aspect of your life that when something forces you to let go, it is like watching the birth of a star. You are all light and color and energy when you come, baby. Someone like that couldn’t possibly truly be in love with a shallow, lying piece of shit like Devious Doug. He used you. Everyone knew. Even The Syndicate. All those handpicked jobs. How he pushed you into dangerous situations for more and more money. It was all a lie, baby. He was using you. Only telling you what you wanted to hear.”

Tears coursed down her cheeks at his words. The truth of it. She realized now she had so desperately just wanted to experience something normal like falling in love. Something common and domestic and boring. She had wanted to be in love with a boyfriend. She had wanted it so badly, that normal fantasy, that she had overlooked all the flags and warnings. How she was getting less and less money for the items he fenced. The unexplained absences. When that dream of normalcy was taken away, she’d reverted back to her dark, underworld training. Revenge was her only thought. Her only focus. In her grief, she had turned Dev’s memory into some idealized version of him. Magnified her love for him to the point of obsession to avenge his killer. Still, she needed to know. Closure was an illusion, but perhaps she could get some answers.

“Why? Why did you kill him?”

Paine shrugged his shoulders. “The Syndicate ordered it.”

Mirage watched him intently. There was something he wasn’t telling her. “What is it? Tell me.”

Before telling her, Paine grabbed the crumpled blanket from the bed and placed it over her shoulders.

It was a kind, caring gesture, and Mirage resented the hell out of it.

He was shattering her world, but worse…he was pitying her for it. She didn’t want anyone’s pity, least of all his. Especially not for being a fool. Falling for the lies of some asshole because he called her pretty and said he wanted to be her boyfriend? How stupid could she be?

“Tell me,” she repeated.

“He was getting involved in the sex traffic trade. That is one line even The Syndicate will not cross. It threatened their interests. So they ordered him killed.”

“Why you? Why did it have to be you? I mean I know…your name…and reputation but you’re mainly a thief for them not an assassin.”

His jaw tightened and his lips thinned. “I’ve answered enough questions. Tell me about the hit.”

Mirage cringed. “I thought you were going to kill me after…after…I didn’t…I’m still not sure you—”

“Tell me about the hit, Mira.”

“The contract was accepted five hours ago,” she whispered.

“Who?”

“Pearly.”

Ted “Pearly” Gates was one of the best in the business. He was clean, efficient and more importantly…fast. Once accepting a contract, it was usually only twenty-four hours before it was completed.

Grabbing the wine glass, Paine drained it as he turned his back on her for a moment. Turning back, he said, “Pearly accepted a hit against me? Me? I’ve played poker with that backstabbing dick.”

Mirage shrugged her shoulders. “He said if he didn’t do it, someone else would. Plus I…I offered him the…the Jubilee.”

“I fucking knew that heist was you!” said Paine as he pointed at her.

The Jubilee was a seventy-eight carat uncut diamond found in Russia. The seller had announced it was to be put on the market, but it had disappeared from a highly-secured Geneva bank before the auction could take place. It was a theft of pure mastery. His first thought at the time was it had to be his girl, Mira. Even then he’d thought of her as his.

Sending him a shy smile, Mirage just nodded her head. She had kept that particular heist a secret from everyone. Even Dev. In retrospect, her instincts were probably telling her something was wrong even back then. She’d just refused to listen to them.

“Well, I guess if a friend is going to betray you, it might as well be for a diamond worth tens of millions.”

Paine reached for her. Mirage flinched as she craned her body back as far as the binds would allow.

“Are you going to kill me now?”

“No, you stupid fool. We need to go find Pearly and clean up your mess.”