On Her Daddy's Bed (Adeline and Luciano) novel Chapter 4

Author’s POV

Axel carried her effortlessly to her room, her small frame pressing against his chest, arms wrapped securely around his neck. Her head rested gently over his heartbeat, and for a moment, he let himself enjoy the warmth of her dearing everything far from holy.

When he reached her bed, he placed her down with a care that contradicted the storm raging inside him. He adjusted the duvet over her body, fingers twitching with restraint. Damn! He was doing everything in his power to not rip her clothes off and grope those heavy tits that were pressing hard against his chest some while ago.

He wanted to kiss her forehead. Then trail those kisses downward, tasting every inch of her until he reached the place he shouldn’t be thinking about—sweet, tight pink cunt.

But he clenched his fists and forced himself to step back.

“I am not a baby, Axel. Stop treating me like one,” she pouted, shifting her head against the pillow until she was comfortable.

His jaw tightened. That pout. That fucking pout. His fist tightened. She will do a freaking good job with those lips wrapped firmly around his cock.

“Go to bed, baby girl. You need to wake up early.” His voice came out rough, edged with something he refused to acknowledge.

She nodded sleepily, adjusting the duvet again. He forced himself to turn around and walk away, each step heavier than the last.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, he glanced down at his bulge.

Fuck.

His cock throbbed painfully.

Just the sight of her tiny pout had made him hard.

How the hell was he supposed to keep his hands off her?

But first, there was something more important.

He needed to find out who the motherfucker stalking her was. Because when he did—when he finally had proof—he wouldn’t spare him.

The Next Day

Hazel stepped out of her room, neatly dressed and ready for school.

The grand staircase stretched before her, looking more like a mountain than mere steps. She exhaled and took them slowly. Descending was far easier than ascending.

By the time she reached the dining hall, she felt a wave of relief. Axel wasn’t there.

Good. That meant she could enjoy a peaceful morning.

She ate quietly, savoring the silence. But just as she stood to leave, a familiar scent filled her nose, wrapping around her senses before she even saw him.

Cologne.

Her stomach flipped, her fingers tightening around the strap of her bag.

She turned her head slightly and found him walking toward her—sophisticated, composed, effortlessly powerful.

He looked different today.

His hair was styled in loose curls, falling over his forehead in a way that made him look even more dangerously attractive. His eyelashes seemed thicker, his sharp eyes almost glowing, and his skin—God, his skin—had a radiance she couldn’t quite explain.

Her heart started to race as he closed the distance between them.

Why did she feel like this every time he was near?

Their gazes locked, the air between them shifting.

Her cheeks burned as his eyes traveled over her, lingering on the curves of her hips, sliding down to her legs.

She felt more exposed under his gaze than anywhere else in her life.

She told herself to look away. But she didn’t.

Instead, she stared, drinking him in, memorizing the sharpness of his jaw, the way his shirt clung to his body.

She didn’t even realize how lost she was until—

“Your hands will do a lot better than your eyes, little one.”

His voice was deep, teasing, edged with amusement.

Hazel’s stomach did a ridiculous flip, but she ignored it, rolling her eyes at his words.

“Where are you going, dressed so differently?” she asked, her tone dismissive.

His smirk didn’t fade. “You don’t think I kill people to make money, do you?”

She crossed her arms. “It’s as simple as telling me you’re heading to work, right?”

He chuckled, shaking his head.

“You’re running late. I assigned a driver to take you in the new BMW outside.” His voice was casual, but his next words made her freeze. “It’s always been your dream car since you were a baby, so I decided to get one for you.”

Her breath hitched.

She hadn’t even told him that.

She’d loved BMWs since she was a child, but her father had never bought one for her—he preferred larger, more imposing cars.

Yet Axel remembered.

What was she supposed to think about that?

Emotion clogged her throat, but she swallowed it back.

“Thank you.” Her voice was soft, almost hesitant.

But his expression had already shifted back to unreadable. Cold. Distant.

“Get going. This isn’t Texas. You’ll run late.”

And just like that, he walked past her, stepping into his car. Three other cars followed behind him, his usual security detail.

Hazel exhaled.

She’d known him her whole life, and yet, sometimes, she felt like she didn’t really know him at all.

*****

Stepping out of the car, Hazel’s heart swelled with excitement.

Finally.

The college they had dreamed about for years was no longer just a picture on a screen or an article in a magazine.

Tracy and Armstrong appeared beside her in an instant.

“You took so long,” Armstrong murmured, pulling her into a hug.

“I didn’t wake up early,” she admitted, squeezing him briefly before stepping back. “And I had to eat before leaving the house.”

“We’re finally here,” Tracy whispered, eyes shining.

“We’re finally here together,” Armstrong added.

Hazel stood at the entrance, her boyfriend’s arm around her waist, her best friend beside her.

She should have felt complete.

Armstrong leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. She kissed him back, but—

There was no spark.

There never was.

People talked about feeling fireworks when they kissed someone they loved, but Hazel never felt anything.

To her, kissing was just… an act. Nothing more.

“You know what?” Tracy huffed, rolling her eyes. “I think I need to get myself a man!”

Armstrong and Hazel chuckled at her dramatics.

But inside, Hazel felt a strange emptiness she couldn’t explain.

***********

The evening dragged on.

Boredom settled into Hazel’s bones, and she found herself in the lavish bar of the house.

Her eyes skimmed over the endless rows of bottles before landing on one that looked like juice.

It tasted like juice too—sweet, smooth.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify