DEAR DADDIES!

HER AROUSAL.

Chapter 14.

Ryker’s grip on the glass tightened, then he rose to his feet, setting the glass on the table.

Before he could say a word, Damian surged forward, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him closer to his body.

“You f*****g touched her?” he snarled into Ryker’s face, his eyes raging with pure fury.

Ryker’s jaw twitched, his fingers digging into his palm like they were going to draw blood. The image of everything that happened in the club flashed across his gaze.

“It was hard, Damian. Trust me, I f*****g tried.”

“You bastard.” Damian groaned, landing a punch on Ryker’s face.

Ryker staggered backward, finding his stance after two steps.

He straightened his posture now, moving his fingers to wipe the blood at the corner of his lips before licking it off.

“I am sorry…” he managed, knowing he had crossed the line, but Damian was not having it.

“Killian made us swear, Ryker. He made us swear to protect her.”

Damian’s voice was loud, and his breath was heavy and uneven. But he couldn’t tell if he was raging because his brother had crossed the line or because she was crying over a man. So she had a boyfriend? And they had probably had s*x? The thought of another man touching her tormented him more than the fear of never finding his parents’ killer.

Damn it! He was going crazy. But why wouldn’t he? When she walked around with those perfect pearl shapes that seemed to be calling his f*****g name.

The air between the three brothers was tight now, but Alex could read through Damian’s expression. He could tell that Damian was losing it, and he was losing it because he wanted her. They all wanted her.

“Get me a slut.” Damian blurted out, and that was the last word he said to them before walking away.

Ryker picked up his phone, placing a call to his right-hand man.

He turned to Alex. “Do you need any?”

“I would stroke myself,” Alex said, walking off before he lost his cool.

When he got into his room, he slipped under the shower, stroking his 9-inch veiny meat until hot, thick ropes of c*m splashed out of his c**k, spilling on his hand and the floor in the exact way he would love to spill them on her face and on her f*****g body.

Kira woke up the next day, her head throbbing from a hangover.

She sat up gently, grabbing her head and grimacing.

Once she opened her eyes, she stared around, her brows pulling together.

‘Where am I?’

Last she remembered was Ryker walking into the bathroom and then…. Her grip on her forehead tightened and her eyes squinted as she tried to process everything.

And then….

Suddenly, her eyes widened as everything dawned on her.

The spank. Ryker’s hand against her ass as he pressed her down to the counter.

The way her p***y had chimed, needing more. A feeling of shame and anger rolled into her. Until… until the raw image of herself pleading for Ryker to touch her flashed across her gaze.

“Goodness…” she gasped, her eyes opening wide like they were going to bulge out of their sockets.

“Oh my goodness. No.” She tried to shake the thought away, but more of the image kept flashing across her gaze.

The way she had moaned, the way she had parted her thighs for Ryker, loving the way he moved his fingers against her p***y while crying for more.

A feeling of shame rushed into her body, and she recoiled in disgust, but the thing she was feeling between her thighs now was not disgust.

Kira suddenly stared down at herself. Only then did she realize that she had been changed.

Her eyes widened. ‘Did he change me?’

Shame washed into her, but the shame was soon overshadowed by what she felt between her thighs.

Her p***y was wet, now moistened with something thick and sticky.

She was wet? Just by thinking of Ryker?

‘I hate you,’ she cursed in her mind, but the state of her body was far from the state of her mind.

How did she allow herself to get touched by the very man that she hated most? How?

Why did her body react to him, why?

Her p***y chimed now, needy more than she could accept.

Soon, a knock came on the door, but Kira was too shy to open it.

“I am not interested!” she yelled loud enough for the person by the door to hear.

“Your food is ready, ma’am. Mr. Thorne asked me to send it in.”

“I am not hungry now!” Kira yelled at the top of her voice, and the air went completely still.

Soon, she heard the retreating sound of footsteps.

Kira exhaled now, slumping back to her bed.

•

Three days. Three chucking days, and she had not stepped out of her room. She had not seen the light and walls outside the ones in her room. In all of these three days, she had eaten, showered, and chatted with her best friend about her mistake.

She had spent these past three days cursing herself. On the phone, she had spoken to her brother, who told her his business was going well.

She had proposed leaving this house, but her brother got stern, asking if she could handle their uncle alone.

Kira got quickly scared, but she had been unable to face any of the brothers, and this time it wasn’t out of fear or shame, it was because her hunger for them was growing strong, and she had even had to touch herself.

It’s evening now, and Kira was tired of being in her room all day.

She stepped out of her room with no direction in mind. All she knew was… she didn’t want to bump into any of the RAD brothers. But she was certain that they would all possibly be sleeping already.

Kira walked into the bar now, grabbing a glass cup and a cherry wine.

She poured a reasonable quantity into her glass before dropping the bottle back on the shelves.

Slowly, she took a sip, staring at the beautiful setting of the wine bar while moving back, spreading her arms wildly across the room, while relishing the sweetness of the wine and the beauty of the freedom that she had deprived herself of.

Kira was still lost in her own world, so she didn’t take note that anyone was behind her. She suddenly felt herself bump into something.

No. Someone.

“Goodness.” She flinched, turning around to face the person.

Alex stood without a shirt on his upper body, holding a glass of wine.

Her eyes trailed from his naked chest to… to his waistline where the dark blue joggers sat dangerously low, barely concealing the bulge that was starting to build.

“I… I am so sorry…” She blinked back, tearing her gaze from his crotch while trying to decipher every wicked thought that was starting to form in her head.

She could not afford to want him. Not now, not forever.

Alex stood still. He didn’t say a word to her, neither did he react. His expression was a mask of indifference, cold and emotionless.

But deep down? He was boiling. The rage from three days back had returned, and the only thing in his head was to grab her neck, bend her around this counter, go down on his f*****g knees, and eat her p***y from the front to the back till she realized why he should have been the one who touched her first.

He had shared ladies with his brothers before, but something about hearing Ryker admit that he had touched her first burned a f*****g hole through his skull.

Kira stood still, nervous at least. He was yet to touch her, yet her legs were quivering, but she didn’t know if what she felt was birthed from her never-ending desire towards him or if it was because he was staring at her like he wanted to rip her dress off.

She was dressed in a little black fairly spaghetti-hand dress that was similar to the one from days back.

This should be enough to conceal her God-given gift, but with his eyes fixed on hers like that? She felt bare and naked.

The tension in the room was thick, and her breath was starting to grow in soft, shallow pants.

Kira stood without purpose, she didn’t know whether to stand and let him bathe her with his eyes or to walk away.

“I… I am sorry… I didn’t know you were there…” Kira finally said, breaking off the long, thick silence.

Alex blinked back gently, taking a sip from his wine before raising his gaze to stare at her. “The same mistake you made by asking Ryker to f**k you, huh?”

The air in the room stilled, and Kira’s breath hitched, her body stilling like a bucket of ice blocks had been poured on her.

Alex’s voice was calm, like usual, but it had pierced something deep within her chest.

Her lips parted to say a word, but before she could, Alex moved a step closer. His hand moved behind, and he gripped her waist, pulling her closer to his body and swinging her around till her back was now pressed to the counter in the bar room.

“Alex…” Kira gasped, clutching his arms tightly.

Alex set his glass aside, placing a finger on her lips.

“Sorry, princess… you can’t lie about your needs. I can already smell your arousal.”

Kira’s breath hitched, but before she could even attempt to say a word, Alex had carried her, dropping her on the counter before spreading her legs widely apart with a roughness she didn’t know he had.