Page 16 of Obsessed Daddy
My pulse kicks into overdrive, and the noise, the bodies, the clatter of bottles… it all blurs to static as I focus in on my little girl. The sweet, little, virgin angel I had pinned to the ground less than twenty-four hours ago.
Why would Bella be here, in this filthy bar, talking to some little asshole who doesn’t look like he could scratch a dog right, let alone a woman? She tilts her head, hair spilling down over her shoulder as the asshole leans in, a fucking grin never leaving his face.
A hot, sharp pain flares in my chest, and suddenly I don’t give a fuck about my buddies, or decorum, or the fact that this is a small town with onlookers everywhere. I’m not thinking about anything other than the way she shouldn’t be talking to that man.
That boy.
That piece of shit.
I drag in a slow breath, attempting to meter my thoughts, but it doesn’t help. I’m staring down the barrel of a scope. A fucking flood could rage through the bar doors and I wouldn’t notice.
She smiles at whatever stupid thing he says, and my body reacts without hesitation.
One foot in front of the other, I move in, stalking through the crowd until I’m face to face with the only girl I’ve ever reallywanted. I may have thought I wanted others, but I realize now, I was wrong. My body has never reacted like this before her.
Not once.
It’s like I’m finally breaking free of chains I never knew were on me. Like some animalistic part of my DNA has woken with an insatiable urge to claim this one woman and no one else will do.
Eyes wide, she stares up at me, a flicker of softness around her mouth. Her chin lowers, her lashes raise, and I’m gone.
I lift her up, haul her over my shoulder, and carry her to the back office.
The room is spinning, there’s a pressure in my chest, and my heart rate is off the charts.
This can’t wait a second longer.
I’m claiming my little girl, and I don’t give a fuck what anyone else has to say about it.
Chapter Seven
Bella
His hands are big, rough, and hot as they tug at my dress and dig into my hair. “I’ll let you go if you ask me to,” he growls low in my ear, the dim light of the back office illuminating a simple desk that sits in the center of the room with a filing cabinet next to it.
No one is pounding on the door yet, but I assume they will be soon. Far too many people saw Clint drag me in here. Granted, I wasn’t screaming, or kicking, or flailing, but I assume a display like that in a small town like this will leave folks with something to say about it. The place will be a buzz about the young girl hauled into the back office by a massive man for weeks.
“Say it,” he growls, his jaw locked as he leans me up against the office door. “Do you want that boy out in the bar, or do you want your daddy?”
My pussy clenches as I stare up at the giant before me. I have no idea what I’m doing or what I’m getting into. All I know is that this feels good and I want more.
“I want my daddy.” I exhale slowly, reminding myself to take another breath as his big hand travels under the hem of my skirt and onto my ass.
“Good girl. That’s right you want your daddy.” He leans into my lips, quick and hard, claiming my mouth with a growl so deep that I feel it vibrating inside of me.
What the hell is happening, and why do I want nothing more than his thick cock inside of me as I suck in the dusty scent of the aging, wood floor mingling with the masculine aroma radiating off him?
I can’t want this! I shouldn’t want this! He was engaged to my sister, he’s twenty years older than me, and he has some kind of record for assaulting someone!
They’re all red flags that a reasonable person would run away from, but none of them matter as my panties dampen. With a rough hand, Clint tugs them to the ground and lifts me up, sliding my back against the smooth, wooden door until his beard is on my pussy and he’s eating like a starved man.
My thighs tremble as he holds me up, his tongue exploring me, my juices coating him, his teeth scraping against my thigh, my clit, my crease.
I’ve never been lifted and held so easily in my life, never touched so wildly. He licks and growls, lapping me up as if at any moment now someone might try to take it away.
With the way he’s lifting me so effortlessly, I’d like to see someone try. These are definitely not vanity muscles. He couldn’t move me around like I’m a sheet of paper from just lifting weights.
“Remember how I taught you to scream last night?”
