Chapter 3

I barely made it back to my room before my legs gave out again. I collapsed onto my bed, heart still racing, thighs sticky with the evidence of my depravity. The apology to Mom had been humiliating in its own way — standing there with Daddy's orders fresh in my mind and my pussy still pulsing from that powerful orgasm, knowing I was lying through my teeth while his invisible claim marked my skin.

But instead of shame, all I felt was a dark, thrilling heat pooling low in my belly.

Kane hadn't even touched me yet, and I was already ruined for anyone else.

A soft knock sounded on my door. Before I could answer, it opened. Kane stepped inside, closing it quietly behind him. He was still in his partially unbuttoned shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking every inch the powerful man who had just made me fall apart with nothing but his voice and commands.

He leaned against the door, arms crossed, studying me with those intense dark eyes.

"Did you do as I told you, princess?" His voice was low, almost gentle, but laced with unmistakable possession.

I nodded, biting my lip. "Yes, Daddy. I apologized to Mom. I told her I was done with Jax."

Kane's lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile. He stepped closer until he towered over my bed. One large hand reached down and cupped my chin, tilting my face up to meet his gaze.

"Good girl. You're learning fast." His thumb brushed over my lower lip. "Tell me the truth. When your mother called you a slut tonight… did it make this greedy little cunt wetter?"

Heat flooded my cheeks, but I couldn't lie to him. Not anymore.

"Yes…" I whispered. "It did. Because I'm not hers anymore. I'm… I'm yours."

The words felt dangerous and right at the same time. Kane's eyes darkened with raw hunger. He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear.

"That's right, Piper." His hand slid down my neck, over my racing pulse, then lower until his palm pressed firmly against my skirt, right over my still-throbbing pussy. "This belongs to Daddy now. Every orgasm, every drop of wetness, every filthy thought — all mine."

I whimpered, instinctively grinding against his hand. He didn't move his fingers, just held the pressure there, teasing me with the promise of more.

"Tomorrow," he continued, voice dropping even lower, "I'm taking you to my office. We're going to review Jax's full file together. And if you're a very good girl for me… Daddy might give you a proper reward."

He pulled his hand away abruptly, leaving me aching and empty. Then he bent down and pressed a surprisingly tender kiss to my forehead — a sharp contrast to the dark dominance in his eyes.

"Get some rest, princess. You'll need your strength."

With that, he left, closing the door softly behind him.

I lay there in the dark for a long time, fingers drifting between my legs again as I replayed every moment. Mom's cruel words. Kane's commanding voice. The way my body had betrayed me so completely for him. I came again quietly, biting my pillow, whispering "Daddy" into the silence.

The next morning, Kane drove me downtown to his sleek high-rise office in the heart of Los Angeles. The entire ride he kept one hand on my thigh, sliding it higher under my skirt whenever we stopped at a light, reminding me I still wasn't allowed to wear panties.

His office was exactly what you'd expect from the city's most successful prosecutor — modern, intimidating, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city and a massive mahogany desk that screamed power.

He locked the door behind us and spread Jax's thick case file across the desk.

"Read it," he ordered, voice back to that cool professional tone.

As I flipped through the pages, my stomach twisted. It wasn't just fights and minor crimes. Drug trafficking. Aggravated assault. Witness intimidation. Things Jax had never told me about. The evidence was overwhelming.

Kane watched me carefully from his chair. "Still want me to go easy on him, sweetheart? Even after everything he hid from you?"

I closed the file slowly and shook my head.

"No, Daddy. I don't."

Kane's eyes lit up with dark pride. "Good girl. Come here."

He patted the edge of his desk right in front of him. Heart pounding, I hopped up and sat on the cool wood.

"Spread your legs wide. Show Daddy what's his."

I obeyed, pulling my short skirt up and opening my thighs. The cool office air hit my exposed, already dripping pussy. Kane rolled his chair closer, his strong hands gripping my knees to hold me open.

"Such a pretty cunt," he murmured, running one thick finger slowly up my slit. I shivered hard. "Already soaked for your stepfather in my office. You don't care about Jax anymore, do you?"

"No…" I gasped as his finger circled my clit. "Only you, Daddy."

He slid one long finger inside me, then two, stretching me open with deliberate slowness. The fullness made me moan loudly. He curled them perfectly against that sensitive spot inside while his thumb worked my clit.

"That's it. Let Daddy finger this tight little hole."

I was grinding shamelessly against his hand, lost in the pleasure, when a sharp knock sounded on the office door.

Kane didn't stop moving his fingers.

"Under the desk, princess. Now."