Chapter Six
Milan
"Daddy, " I moan as powerful waves of need buffet my body, threatening to rip me apart. I've never felt anything like it before and I'm a little afraid that I'm not going to survive it. But I'm in Justice's arms and I know he'll take care of me and make it better. He's been secretly taking care of me since the day we met. I didn't understand it then. Part of me couldn't understand why a man like him would care if something happened to me when no one else did.
I understand now. Justice feels the same undeniable pull, the same powerful connection. We've both been running from it, afraid to give in to the dark desire between us. Afraid to let it consume us.
I'm not afraid anymore.
I woke up in his arms this morning, scared he would be different than he was last night. That he'd go back to keeping me at arm's length and running. So I tried to run first. It didn't work. He found me. I think he'll always find me. No matter how scared I get or how much of a brat I act like because of it, he'll find me because he needs me too.
Because he loves me too.
I was wrong when I thought he didn't really see me. He sees me more clearly than anyone else ever has. The things I want from him don't repulse him. Quite the opposite. He needs to be my daddy as badly as I need to be his baby girl.
No one else has to like it. We don't need their approval. All we need is what's between us.
"You are so fucking beautiful, baby girl," he says, laying me out in the center of his bed. The sheets are all tangled and in disarray. He runs the back of his hand down my cheek, his gaze soft, full of affection. "Every time I look at you, you take my breath away."
"Y-you're beautiful too," I whisper, feeling shy. Out of all the things I've ever said to him, that one takes the most courage. The admission that I've looked at him, not just in passing but intently. Obsessively. Repeatedly.
"Yeah?" He grins at me, bossy billionaire and wicked daddy all rolled into one. "You think about daddy when you touch yourself, don't you?"
I bob my head in a nod.
"How long, princess?"
"S-since the beginning."
"Shit." He squeezes himself through his sweats, his eyes turning to the darkest midnight.
"It was the only way," I whisper, the look on his face making me bold, brave. I want to push him, just to see how far he'll let me go before he breaks. "I couldn't get there unless I thought about you touching me, or kissing me, or…."
"Or what?" he growls, yanking his sweats down to wrap his fist around his shaft. He's beautiful there too, long and so thick I know I'm going to feel him every time I move tomorrow.
"Teaching me how to please you," I say, squeezing my legs together when a spurt of cum shoots from his cock. It lands against my thigh. "Teach me, daddy."
"Fucking hell," he swears, his expression feral. His eyes drift close as he searches for control. I don't want him in control though. I want him as crazy as he makes me.
"Please, daddy? I promise I'll be good."
I don't get to see him break. It happens as soon as I promise to be good. He moves like a big cat on the hunt, so fast I don't even have time to brace myself before he's on top of me.
I cry out in bliss as his strong arms close around me, flipping me onto my back. Half a second later, my shorts and panties are around my knees. His hand connects with my bare ass in a sharp smack I feel everywhere.
"Daddy!" I wail into the room, nearly levitating off the bed as the pain sends pleasure shooting to every nerve ending in my body. It does something else too. Grounds me. The whole world disappears, quieting the usual chaotic roar of my mind. I find peace with his hand on my ass and his curses ringing in my ears.
And then I find heaven.
"You taunt me just because you can, don't you?" he growls, kneading the cheek he just smacked. "You like making your daddy crazy."
"N-no," I gasp, writhing in bliss. "I love it."
His hand comes down on my right cheek as his roar echoes off the ceiling. I jerk beneath him, crying out his name again. Moisture slicks my thighs. His cum still soaks my shirt, plastering it to my skin. I like the way it feels there.
He spanks me twice more, setting off detonations in my belly. They feel so good. I don't ever want him to stop.
"Shh, baby girl," he whispers, caging me in beneath him and kissing all over the back of my neck. Only then do I realize that I'm babbling the words out loud, telling him over and over that it feels so good. Begging him not to stop.
I can't seem to help myself. For so long, I've wondered what it would feel like to have his hand on my ass. I've tried for so long to push him far enough to finally give in and punish me. Even before I understood what that meant, I wanted it. I needed it.
I think he did too. In that, we're evenly matched. I don't think I understood before that we're two parts of the same whole, designed for one another. I was so busy running from it, terrified of losing him for good, that I couldn't see it.
That's over now.
No matter how hard I push, he'll be here.
No matter how afraid I get, he'll find me.
No matter what I say or do, he'll still be mine.