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Oh, God. Did Bash kill for me? The thought sends a thrill through my entire body right down to my clit. What the hell is wrong with me? I need to go to therapy and stop reading all those dark romance books. Someone killing for me isn’t romantic. It’s bad. Really bad. And hot. So hot.
“Out of every man in this world, I trust you the most. I know you would never harm her, and I know you can give her what she needs. I’m her brother. I can’t give her the things her Daddy can. You have my full blessing.”
want to make her mine.” The corners of his lips twitch slightly like he’s trying not to smile. “It goes without saying if you hurt her in any way, I’ll slit your throat myself and give her your head.” “I’d put a bullet in my own head if I ever hurt her.” This time, he does smile. “I know you would. That’s why you have my blessing.”
We hardly know each other, and now he thinks he can boss me around and call me names that make me weak in the knees? No. Nope. Not happening.
If I had my way, I would have shown up with a moving company and had both women moved into one of my houses by morning. Since things are so new, I figured that might be taking it a step too far. Maybe next week.
“Nobody hurts what’s mine and lives to talk about it.” His voice is low and deadly. A shiver runs up my spine, goosebumps spreading over my flesh. Bash might be a monster, but I’ve never felt so safe in my life.
“I’ve seen a lot of beautiful things in my life. Diamonds. Rubies. Sunrises and sunsets. Marriages. And not one of those things comes close to how breathtaking you are.”
Bash hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and tugs them down. Only, instead of stopping at my thighs, he pulls them all the way off. When I twist to look back at him again, he’s wading them up and stuffing them into his suit pocket. “Daddy!” He raises an eyebrow. “What? I want your scent with me all day. Especially if I don’t get to see you again until tomorrow since you’re having a girls’ night.” Good gravy. Is this man for real? He stole my panties.
Just as I’m about to tell him where they are, he opens the top drawer of the vanity and freezes. I glance down and grimace. Slowly, he picks up the package of brand-new razor blades.
“Baby girl, why do you have these?” The question isn’t accusing. He’s not being condescending. He asked like he would ask any other question. “I, um, I’ve had them for years. I’ve never used them. I keep them there…”
He drops them on the counter and cups my face in both of his hands. “In case things get so bad you might need them again?” I drop my eyes and give a slight nod. He’s probably so disappointed in me. Or disgusted. “Look at me, sweet baby,” he whispers. When
“I hope you never feel like you need them again. But if you do, will you promise me something?” I blink. “Will you promise to come talk to me first? Tell Daddy you’re fe...
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My bottom lip trembles as a tear rolls down my cheek. “I might always be broken, Daddy.” He pulls me closer and kisses the top of my head. “We’re all a little broken, baby. But you’re no longer alone. And it will kill me if you hurt yourself. I hope being with me, you won’t ever have that need again. Just, please, come to me if you ever do, okay? Please, Chloe? Promise me.”
“You’re such a sassy brat. I wouldn’t know. I haven’t shown my red flags to anyone else for the past seven years.” Her smile falls, her eyes searching my face. “You, uh, you haven’t been with anyone in that time?” “I’ve had sex. Meaningless sex. No sleepovers or anything. Just quick hookups.”
“Who do you belong to, Chloe?” My fingers tremble as I start to unbuckle his belt. “You, Daddy. Only you.” He slowly nods. “That’s right, baby. And I’m going to protect you. Protect you from all your pain, past and present. No one hurts my girl. Do you understand me? Not one fucking person on this earth gets to hurt my girl and live.”
