Daddy.
There’s no way she’s a thief, but dammit if she didn’t steal my heart long ago. I feel effeminate for just thinking such a thing, something that could and probably is plastered on Hallmark cards everywhere. But that’s what she does to me. She makes all that corny romance stuff that I despise, that I laugh at, that I always saw as just companies trying to make a quick buck off of people’s emotions…see the truth.
It’s real when you find the one.
And she is most certainly the one, and that includes me knowing she’s not the type of person to steal. Although she is the kind of person with the kind of emotional wounds that prevent them from trusting. Neither of us is from Missouri, and I know because I’ve studied her file diligently, but our backgrounds make us just as uneasily convinced as anyone from the “Show Me State” is.
And it’s time to show her just how serious I am about her, and what she’s been missing all her life.
I grab her around the waist, easily hoisting her up over my shoulder as if she’s light as a bag of feathers, which is exactly how she feels. Carrying her is effortless, although she immediately starts kicking and screaming and demanding to be put down.
Okay, brat.
I toss her onto my bed which makes a California King look like a baby crib. Part of me should be furious at what she’s done when she thought I was away, and then how she doubled down just now and tried to fight her way free when it was time to pay the piper. But there’s just something about her bratty little sassiness, feistiness, that makes my blood flow like molten lava.
I freeze as she moves back on the bed, her elbows digging into the sheets as she scurries back to get more space between us. She’s always looked so young, so innocent, so girlish, but now, here in my home, in her pink pajamas adorned with pictures of cupcakes and a three scoop ice-cream cone that her youth really screams out to me.
“Sit still,” I say, moving closer.
“Why?” she immediately questions.
“Because I said so,” I growl in response. Her body stays on high alert ready to pull back or dart to either side as I close the last of the space between us.
Little Red Riding Hood you can take any path you want, they all lead right to me, the Big Bad Wolf. You’re mine whether you know it yet or not. And if you don’t, you soon will. Oh, will you ever.
I’m used to taking what I want in this world. I don’t ask for handouts and I don’t get them or accept them when they’re offered. Everything I have is earned. But when it comes to her, although I know I’ll earn her trust in time, I’m beyond tempted to take exactly what I want…because I know it’s exactly what she wants too.
But I won?
??t. I have to know. Have to hear her say it.
And then to take her right to the brink of everything she needs only to pull back, and make her beg. To remind her who her Daddy is because Daddy most certainly is crystal clear on who his little is.
Her, and only her. Forever.
I’ve never met someone who stood up to me like she does, which is shocking especially considering she’s barely five feet tall and soaking wet wouldn’t tip the scales at enough to ride most rides at an amusement park. Hell, if she’s into all the things I think she is I’ll take her to an amusement park and buy the entire place myself, not out for the day but physically take ownership of it for life if that’s what she wants. My princess gets what she wants. No, if’s, and’s, or but’s.
There’s something about that magnetic pull she has for me, the reason I closed the deal with lightning speed and came home early, that makes me know we were meant for each other.
And just like we fit perfectly in our little verbal cat and mouse game, one never backing down from the other, I know my cock is going to fit between her legs equally as right.
I damn near dive onto the bed, claiming her lips with everything I’ve got as she tries to pry her body out from underneath me, but only momentarily. Seconds later and I feel her torso pressing up into mine as our bodies melt into one another, her hands trying to wrap around me, but her arms aren’t long enough for the width of my back. But her legs are, as she clamps down around my waist like a belt as my tongue pries open her lips, demanding to enter.
As our kiss grows more heated my grip intensifies, before sliding down the length of her body, grabbing a hold of her waist and pulling her body somehow even tighter into mine.
I want to feel her heartbeat against my skin. I want the sweat that’s starting to bead on her collarbone close enough to my face so I can kiss it away, or lick it clean off in one pass just so I can see it form again, to watch those goosebumps spring to life from one strategically placed touch of my tongue.
But there’s nothing strategic about this. My mind is lost. Feral. And I can see from the look of her face that she sees the same animal inside me that’s clawing away at its cage, demanding to be set free.
“Don’t be scared, baby girl,” I growl into her ear before kissing just below her ear. “Not of me or anything. I’m here to protect you, possibly even from yourself, and even if I make you hurt, I promise you it will be in the best way you’ve ever felt in your life.”
She bites down on her lower lip which is still swollen from our kiss. “How could pain be a good thing?”
“Oh, my sweet little thing. So much to learn.”
“I just wanted to learn about you, about your collection of sculptures. That’s why I was in here.”
“Sure you did,” I reply, knowing she’s telling the truth but also very aware she could have gone about quenching her thirst for knowledge in a very different way.