Page 11 of Claimed By Daddy
My lips part, but no sound escapes, drowned out by the furious pounding of my heart. His stare is intense, full of a desperate hunger I feel echoing in my soul.
"I'll treat you like a fucking princess." The gruff promise makes my heart flutter. He's so rough and powerful, yet he speaks with a gentleness that touches something deep inside me. "But I've been overseas for too goddamn long, and it hurts, pretty baby." He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. There's a vulnerability there, an exposed, brittle edge that makes him all the more beautiful.
My body trembles as much as my resolve. He's asking for my submission…and offering a brand new world in return. The desire to call him Daddy, to give myself over to those big hands and let them mold me into the little girl he craves, is overwhelming. It's filthy and wrong, and yet, I've never been tempted like this.
"Christ, you're making it hurt," he groans, his voice like gravelly sin.
My eyes fall to the bulge straining against his boxers—so big and hard. Hurting…for me.
My heart races, fluttering like the wings of a bird as I try to process that reality.
"Answer me, little angel," he rasps. "I need to know what it's going to be."
If I say no, he won't ask again. He won't force me. I'm not sure why I'm so sure of that, but I am. We'll sleep side by side, and he'll keep his hands to himself. But if I say yes…if I agree to pay his price…those big hands will be on my body. He'll touch me, make the ache go away. He'll teach me everything I'm so damn desperate to learn.
My mind says sharing a bed with him without surrendering to his touch would be the sanest choice. But my body…my body screams for something different. It wants his claim and the lessons those dark stares promise. And my heart?
Well…I've always been more likely to listen to it than anything.
I look up at him through my lashes, my breath trembling on my lips. "I'm sorry…Daddy. I didn't m-mean to make it hurt." The words are a whisper, but they echo like a gunshot in the stillness of the room.
He groans—a raw, guttural sound that vibrates all the way to my bones. In an instant, he's on top of me, his arms steel bands dragging me up against the hard wall of his chest. I get lost in the heat of him. In the spicy, masculine scent of him.
"Tell me no, little girl," he growls, his breath blowing warm against the side of my face. There's a glint in his eye, a spark of something feral and fierce. It sets my blood on fire.
I press closer, eager to burn, to melt under the searing roughness of his hands.
"Tell Daddy he's a bad man who shouldn't touch you."
The response he wants climbs up my throat, but what spills out is anything but a denial. "T-touch me, Daddy. Play with me. I'll be a good girl, I promise." The words tumble out, reckless and honest as I cling to him, already drowning in desire.
His roar of approval reverberates through the room, a primal, feral sound that tightens every muscle in my body. His grip on me tightens as he yanks me closer, and then his lips crash down on mine, obliterating any lingering doubt.
I'm swept away by the savage intensity of his kiss. He takes command of me, devouring me with unrestrained ferocity. His tangy taste invades my senses, sending my mind reeling.
His tongue plunges deep into my mouth, each stroke sending a wave of pleasure rippling down to my toes. I didn't even know it was possible to kiss like this—to be consumed like this.
He nips at my lower lip before soothing it with a lick, his groan vibrating through me.
"Mine," he growls against my lips, his fingers finding the hem of my nightie. Fabric tears, and my world narrows to the heat of his skin against mine.
"Carver," I gasp, my mind a swirl of confusion and want. "D-Daddy."
"Christ. Say it again," he commands, his hands branding every inch of me as they glide over me, claiming every roll and curve as his—his territory, his sanctuary, his little girl.
"Daddy," I repeat breathlessly, the forbidden name tasting like sin and salvation on my tongue.
His hand snakes down my side, hot and heavy against the swell of my breasts. His thumb brushes over me, and I gasp at the bolt of pleasure that shoots through me.
"Look at you," he croons, the rumble of his voice sending shivers racing down my spine. "So pretty and sensitive for Daddy."
I whimper as he toys with me, pinching and rolling my nipples until I'm arching into him, silently begging for more. His lips drift toward my ear, his tongue tracing a hot path along the shell.
"You're going to be such a good girl for me, aren't you?" he murmurs, his words like a dirty promise whispered into the dark. "You like when Daddy plays with your nipples?"
"Yes," I gasp, shivering under his touch. "Oh, yes."
He chuckles softly at my response. "Tell me how it feels when I suck on them, pretty baby."