Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... enough to marry. Enjoy your stay in Shamrock.” He started to rise and she grabbed his hand. This he liked.

“Please don’t go. I mean. Can we talk?” Her fingers slipped from his, but that soft touch made the muscle in his jaw twitch. He wanted more of it, to run his hand over her skin, hear her whimper beneath him. He sat back down. So Daisy wanted her payday? Just like them all. Aiden considered his interest in her burned intense for him because of that spark of defiance in her eyes. The sooner he took her to bed, the better, he mused. He would be in control like he was in all his affairs. His lovers never held his interest. He had no expectation that this brown beauty would be any different.

“Mr. Keane, I can spend the day with you, but I can’t sleep with you.”

“Then there is no deal, Daisy.”

“Whyyy?” she whined, her eyes searching, pleading. “You don’t know me. You aren’t in love with me.”

Aiden laughed aloud. Even though he could admit his response was harsh, she amused him deeply. “Come now, Daisy. Get the Kentucky grass out of your ear. This will not be about love, not if you accept. And if you do, I’ll have you every way I can conceive of.”

She blinked hard to banish the shock from her face. “I’m not some country bumpkin tramp for you to screw with! Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Tell me, Daisy. Is this your plan? To sulk over the unfairness of our bargain the entire time you’re with me. Or is there a chance you could behave like an adult? A ...

... woman. Because if not, I’ve misjudged you, and the deal is of no interest to me.”

“Did something in your past make you so bitter and hateful toward women, or is it just me that inspires your cruelty?”

Aiden was surprised at the witty comeback. He didn’t believe her capable of it. Maybe there was more to Daisy Johnson from Hollow Creek, Kentucky than he first considered.

“I’ve been clear.”

“Well, I am an adult, Mr. Keane. You’re the one acting like a child, a spoiled brat that thinks he can have his way. Sure, I wanted the money. But I don’t want you. I never even considered you.”

“Really?” he smirked.

“Really! To hell with your bargain.” She moved swiftly, escaping the sofa, but not fast enough to escape him. He caught her by the elbow and snatched her back. He had to stop himself. Remind himself that she wasn’t like his stepmother. His father had sacrificed his company, the respect of his peers, and the relationship with his only son for his obsession over a woman who had married him for money.

“Let me go!” She jerked in his hold.

He did and spoke through gritted teeth. “If you agree, Daisy, you will be mine. And you will come to me willingly. I will take you how I please, as I please… and you will enjoy it, sweetness. Make sure that is clear between you both before you wander back here again. Time is short and so is my patience.”

She stumbled back as if the man were Satan himself. It did give him pause to see fear in her eyes. Though brief and ...