Page 8 of Claimed By Daddy

"Here." I keep enough distance between us to prevent her from feeling crowded as I hold the paperwork out toward her. "Proof of ownership as requested."

She accepts the stack of papers cautiously, her eyes locked with mine before they drop to skim the documents.

"Your name is Carver Landon?" she asks after a moment.

"It is." I drag my wallet out of my pocket, showing her my ID.

She looks it over with her bottom lip lodged between her teeth and then nods before glancing back down at the paperwork.

"I still don't know your name, little angel."

"Lena," she whispers. "Lena Burke." She flips to the next page and reads silently for a minute before her face falls. She sets the paperwork aside with a heavy sigh, glancing up at me.

My heart clenches at the sight of the tears swimming in her eyes. No. Fuck. I made her cry.

"I owe you an apology," she says softly, her bottom lip wobbling. "This is your cabin, and I shouldn't be here."

"You can stay," I rasp, rubbing my palm over my heart. Christ, the sight of her so sad is wrecking me. I don't fucking like it. At all.

"I can't," she protests.

"You can," I insist. "It's late. We'll figure it out in the morning. Stay."

She hesitates, clearly torn, as I practically shout the last word at her.

"You're staying, Lena," I growl, authority ringing in my tone as I hold her gaze. "It's late. It's dark. You aren't going down the mountain by yourself."

"Y-yes, sir," she whispers, looking up at me through her eyelashes, all shy and sweet. Innocent.

My goddamn cock throbs, and I snap.

I can't take it anymore.

I bolt for the bathroom before I do something I can't take back—like drag her to the floor and fuck my kid into her belly while she screams for Daddy.

I'm barely through the door before I undo my belt buckle, yanking down my pants as I grasp my cock. An image of her on her knees, that curvy ass raised, those innocent green eyes looking up at me while she pleads with me to fill her, floods my mind.

Please, Daddy. Please put your baby in me. I need it.

A jolt of pleasure rips through me, and I groan.

I lean against the cool tile of the bathroom wall as I jerk myself off, each rough stroke of my hand driven by the sound of Lena's name pounding in my head like a heartbeat.

She called me sir.

Christ.

A possessive thrill rushes through me at just the memory, overwhelming every ounce of control I have left. The sweet little angel has no idea what she's unleashed inside me. No idea that she's obsessed a man who won't stop until he plants his seed deep within her. Until she belongs to him in every fucking way imaginable.

"Lena," I groan, dropping my head back as an orgasm rips through me. My seed splatters against the tiles, dripping onto the floor at my feet. Even in the aftermath, all I can think about is her. My little girl.

One way or another, she's staying, not just for the night, but until she's mine in every goddamn way.

Chapter Three

Lena

I'm standing outside the bathroom door with my ear pressed to it, when it suddenly flies open as quickly as it slammed shut just a few minutes ago.