All Chapters of Daddy's Sweet Kitten: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 Angelina's POV I collapsed onto Kade's chest, panting hard. His short, sharp breaths mirrored mine, until together we stopped panting and merely held each other. I felt sated and spent, and I could feel my eyes slowly drooping in sleep. "You should come inside." Kade murmured, as though he'd read my thoughts. "You're sleepy." I raised my head to look into his eyes. "But Elva is inside, is she not? What will she say when she finds me with her dad early in the morning tomorrow?" Kade's brow shot up in amusement. "Who says she'll find you here?" "What are you— Kade!" I protested. Kade had stood to his feet, lifting me into the air while I still straddled him.  "You will sleep in my bed tonight, Angel." He grunted, as he led the way inside the house. "Tomorrow morning, before your friend wakes, you'll be gone." I gave

 Angelina's POVI turned towards the sound of my mother's voice, my heart racing. Her silhouette emerged from the shadows, arms crossed, eyes narrowed with suspicion.  My mind scrambled around for a believable story. "Um, I was just... out for a walk," I stammered. "A walk?" she repeated, incredulous. "At this hour? Try again, Angelina." I bit my lip, thinking fast. "I couldn't sleep," I said, the lie coming out smoother this time. "I thought some fresh air might help clear my head." She took a step closer, the moonlight casting a stern glow on her features. "And you didn't think to tell me before you left?" I shifted uncomfortably. "I didn't want to wake you," I murmured, avoiding her piercing gaze. My mother let out a short, humorless laugh. "How considerate of you," she uttered dryly.  "And where exactly d

 Kade's POVMy hand closed in around the boy's neck, forcing him to the wall. In a corner of my mind that wasn't already hazed out by rage, I heard Angel call out my name and tell me to stop. But I was too far gone. "What do you think you're about to do?" I asked, my voice low and yet dangerous. "Step aside, man!" The college boy choked out. "How is this....any of your business?" The boy tried to throw off my hand, but I was bigger and stronger. My grip tightened, and his eyes bulged as the breath caught in his throat. I leaned into the boy's face, until we were merely inches apart. My voice was as venomous as ever as I spoke. "Touch Angel again, and I swear to God, it will be the last thing you do." The boy opened his mouth to speak, but with one swift motion, I released his neck. He staggered forward and landed on his knees, coughing and spluttering and grip

 Angelina's POVThe entire club was swirling with lights, making me feel as nauseous as I felt faint. Holding on to Elva's shoulder, I mumbled. "Elva, can we find a place to sit? I feel like I might faint!"  Elva nodded vigorously and led me over to a bar, where we both plopped on stools. "Good evening, ladies. Are you enjoying your night?" Came a voice from behind me. I turned to see Elva's father standing there, hands in pocket. He had on a pair of dress pants and a cotton button-down shirt; it was hard to tell the color from my roiling vision. "We are, dad!" Elva chirped. I gave Kade a shaky smile. "Thank you, K....Mr Ashton. But maybe I'd enjoy the club if we can find a less noisy place to celebrate it." Kade nodded. "Yes, of course. Follow me." He led the way past several dancing couples, towards a door that

 Angelina's POVHe was a distraction. That's all this was. A fucking distraction. I had to remind myself over and over again that we should not be doing this, but I could feel my resolve slowly slipping away. His voice. His touch. His commands. They made me fucking excited. Never in my life had I experienced this type of peaceful hell before. And it was hell. Having to hide around to be with Kade Ashton was hell. Having to feel him so close, without him being able to bury himself inside me was hell. I should stop. I knew I should keep my distance. I knew I should think about Elva, about our budding friendship. I should draw a line. But goddamn it, the line was too tempting, it called to me, and I wanted to listen to it.  I was a bad person.Good people would never play these filthy little games with their friend's father.But being bad felt so fucking good. Why must it feel so fucki