Chapter Three

My heart is a wild thing in my chest as I lead Davina out of the bar and down the hallway, looking for a bit of privacy. I have no intentions beyond spending ten minutes alone with her to learn everything there is to know about her, but I want her all to myself while I do it.

Fuck sharing. This sweet little thing is all mine.

Her sweet vanilla scent swirls around me, clouding my head. My cock is hard and heavy, pressing insistently against the fly of my pants.

Fuck.I can"t think straight.

"This way," I growl, wrapping my hand around her elbow to guide her into the first empty room we come across. I"m breaking the rules by putting my hands on her, but I can"t fucking resist.

She trembles against me, so delicate and sweet.

Would she be pissed if I pressed my nose against her hair to smell it? Or backed her up against the wall to taste her?

"Um…Micah?" She stops walking inches from crossing the threshold.

Am I allowed to pick her up and carry her inside? Fuck. Probably not. I don"t even have permission to touch her yet.

"Yes, baby girl?"

"Where are we?" Her wide eyes bounce all around the room.

I glance up from her, taking in the blue walls and strategically positioned chaises. Fuck. We"re in the goddamn orgy room.

"Orgy room," I mutter.

"O-orgy room?" she squeaks, her gaze flying to mine. "You mean—?"

"Yeah, baby girl. That"s exactly what I mean."

She gulps audibly, her cheeks turning crimson.

Christ, she"s adorable.

I fight a smile, watching as she tiptoes toward the threshold of the room. She peeks over her shoulder as if checking to ensure she isn"t going to get caught doing something she shouldn"t and then darts inside.

I can"t contain my smile this time. I follow her inside, pushing the door closed behind us. Every cell in my body screams for me to claim her before some other motherfucker gets to her and tries to take her. She"s mine. I need her like I need air.

For the first time in two years, I"m breathing again. And this time, the air smells just like vanilla and sugar.

She looks around for a moment before she spins to face me, her hands thrust behind her back. "I know you," she says, head tipped back to look up at me.

"You know me?"

Something unreadable flickers in her gaze. "Everyone knows you, Micah Borden." Those bright eyes and adorable smile are a deadly combination. "You"re basically royalty in this town."

I grin, taking a step toward her. "I know you too, Davina Dauphine."

She blinks rapidly, her lips slightly parted. "You know my name."

I chuckle through a groan. I"ve never wanted anything half as much as I want to pin this girl to the wall and fuck my kid into her. And the cuter she is, the more I want it. My dick actually hurts at this point.

"I"ve spent two years searching for you," I say instead. I"m not sure why I tell her. Perhaps because I want her to know just how deep this obsession runs. It isn"t momentary or fleeting. She isn"t a plaything I just discovered. She"s my goddamn reason for existing.

"What? Why?"

I take another slow step in her direction, trying like hell not to put my hands all over her. I don"t have permission to touch her, and I"ve already broken that rule once. But, Jesus Christ, I want to touch. Taste. Devour.

"I gave a lecture on your campus two years ago," I say softly, my eyes locked on the play of emotion across her face. She"s an open book, unable to hide anything. Her attraction is painted across her cheeks and in her glossy eyes. It"s evident in the way her teeth sink into the flesh of her plump bottom lip as she watches me. "It was raining. You were running across campus and dropped your books. Instead of getting upset, you tipped your head back and laughed up at the sky."

Her gaze is transfixed on me, the pulse in her throat fluttering wildly. Goddamn, she"s beautiful, like a curvy, delicate little morsel sent straight from heaven to tempt and torment me.

Does she have any idea how close I am to gobbling her up like the big, bad wolf?

"I couldn"t take my fucking eyes off you that day, Davina." I stop directly in front of her, so close I feel the heat radiating from her body. "You"ve haunted me ever since." My lips quirk into a rueful smile. "I thought I imagined you."

Awe softens her expression. "You"ve been looking for me for two years?"

"Every fucking chance I had," I growl.

"Why?"

Do I tell her the truth—that I"m fucking obsessed with her? Or do I give her a comforting lie—one that doesn"t make me sound like a madman?

"Because you"re the only thing that"s gotten my cock hard in years, little girl," I snarl, taking a step into her personal space. This time, I"m so close we"re breathing the same little sliver of air. I shove my hands into my pockets in a last-ditch effort to keep them off her gorgeous body. "You laughed, and I was so fucking hard I nearly came in my pants right there in the middle of the courtyard."

The tip of her pink tongue darts out, swiping along her bottom lip. She stares at me for several long heartbeats, not speaking—just fucking watching me like I"m the best thing since sliced bread.

"Can I tell you something, Micah?" she finally asks.

"You can tell me anything. Your secrets are safe with me."

"I"m not supposed to be here," she whispers conspiratorially, her cheeks blazing with heat.

"Yeah? Why is that, Davina?"

"I"m a virgin."

Ah, Christ. She"s trying to kill me. I know she is. I see the truth glittering in her denim eyes.

"Tell me not to touch you, baby girl," I rasp. "Right now. Tell me."

"Why?"

"Because if you don"t, I"m going to back you up against the wall and put my hands all over your pretty little body," I growl.

She bites her lip, staring up at me with those innocent fucking eyes practically pleading with me to do it. "What if…"

"Say it." I don"t know if it"s an order or a plea. I don"t think it matters right now. I was hers to command the moment I set eyes on her two years ago. I"ve been hers to command ever since. Even when I thought she was a figment of my imagination, I was loyal, unable to touch anyone else, unable to even consider it.

This little thing is my fucking general. Her pleasure is the reason I was put on this planet. If she wants to play, I won"t leave her body until she"s too satisfied to move.

"What if I want your hands on me, Micah?" she asks, her voice shaking with need. "What if…what if I like it when you call me little girl?"

Ah, fuck.

The devil is real. He"s sitting on my shoulder right now. And if heaven is watching, the way she"s looking at me is the only explanation I"ve got to justify what I"m about to do to her.

I reach out, yanking her into my arms. She topples against my chest with a soft cry that goes straight to my cock.

It ends in a whimper when my mouth slants down over hers, claiming her lips.

She"s sweet and warm, tasting like innocence and something darker…something I can"t wait to explore. And goddamn, the sound she makes as I devour her—drained of breath yet gasping for more. It"s intoxicating.

"Daddy," she whimpers into my mouth.

I pull back, my heart pounding hard against my ribcage. There"s no way she just said what I thought—

"Daddy," she moans again, "please."

A bolt of white-hot desire races through me, splitting my mind in two.

My baby girl came here looking for a daddy.

Well, Daddy has been locked in a fucking cage for two years, starving for his little girl. He"s a wild beast, ready to drag her to the ground and fuck until she"s dripping cum from every hole. And with one little word from her perfect lips, she"s set him free.

I trail my lips down her throat and then across her collarbone to the swell of her breasts. They"re exposed by her too-short dress, all that creamy flesh right there for the tasting.

"Davina," I murmur, tugging her dress down further as I kiss and bite, leaving little marks behind. She pants and writhes in my arms, clutching me to her like she"s afraid I might turn to smoke and disappear on her. "You taste delicious, baby girl."

Her only response is a breathy moan as she clings tighter. The sound fills me with unspeakable pleasure, stoking the fire inside me until it threatens to consume me alive. God, the things I"ll do to hear it every day. I"ll work like a fucking dog to keep her satisfied—morning, noon, and night.

"Oh," she whimpers, squirming against me. "That feels s-so good, Micah."

"Yeah? Do you want more?"

"Yes!" she sobs.

"What do you call me then, baby girl?"

She whimpers instead of responding.

"Use your words, little girl," I croon against her skin, sliding my hand down her trembling body. Christ, she"s so responsive. "You can do it."

"Daddy!"

Every time she says it, precum drips from the head of my cock. I"m so turned on, it"s ridiculous. Nothing has ever sounded as right as this little goddess calling me her daddy.

"Good girl." I slide my hand beneath her dress. My fingers tease against the softness of her thigh. "Is this what you want, little girl? You want Daddy to touch you right here?"

"Yes, Daddy," she gasps, her breath shaking on her lips. I swear, it"s the sweetest sound I"ve ever heard.

I draw closer to her dripping sex, but as much as I want to plunge right into heaven and feel her coming on my fingers, I don"t. Not yet.

This isn"t just about claiming. It"s about finding out exactly what she wants, what she needs, and then giving it to her. It"s about savoring every inch of her until she"s unraveling beneath my touch and calling my name again and again.

"Has anyone ever touched you here, baby girl?" My knuckles drift against the seam of her panties, teasing, tormenting, drawing this out. I want her writhing in ecstasy before I deliver the release she craves. But I also need to know exactly how far she"s gone—and if I need to kill anyone for touching what doesn"t belong to them. "Has anyone touched my little girl?"

"N-no, no one."

"What about you, Davina? Do you touch yourself here?"

"Yes," she whispers.

"What do you think about when you do it?"

"Daddy." She hides her face against my chest, shy and sweet, reluctant to tell me her secrets.

"Good girls don"t keep secrets from their daddies, Davina. Tell me," I order her, my voice firm.

She squirms against me, huffing out a frustrated, adorable breath. Christ, she plays the part so fucking well, as if she"s been dying for a moment like this for a long time and can"t help but grasp it with both hands now that it"s finally here.

"I-I think about my daddy touching me," she whispers against my throat.

"Good girl," I croon, hooking one finger beneath the leg of her panties. "What else?"

"I think about him k-kissing me there."

"Mmhmm." I toy with the edge of her panties, driving us both mad. Her pussy is right there, so close I feel her sticky juices against my fingertips. A simple slip of my fingers and I"d be touching her bare cunt. "What else?"

"Fucking me and p-punishing me," she gasps, shaking like a little leaf in my arms. "I t-think about him t-taking care of me."

"How do I take care of you, baby girl?"

"You p-protect me." She practically sobs the words when I slip her panties all the way to the side, exposing her completely. "You—oh god—feed me. You h-h-hold me."

Jesus. She"s perfect in every fucking way. How many nights did I fantasize about the same things? Not about fucking her, but about feeding her? Tucking her in at night and holding her? How many nights did I drive myself crazy, wondering if she was out there, worried or afraid?

It made no sense. I didn"t even know her. I saw her once. But all this time, I"ve been unable to forget her. This right here is why—because she"s fucking mine. I don"t believe in fate or destiny or any of that bullshit. But I have sense enough to know that, sometimes, there are no explanations. There"s simply emotion, intuition, and instinct.

Mine have been screaming at me for two years. She needed me then. She needs me now. This little princess is fucking mine.

"That"s right, baby girl," I breathe against the shell of her ear. "Daddy does all of those things. My little girl doesn"t have to worry about a goddamn thing. I do it for her."

"Daddy," she sobs.

"I"m in charge now, Davina." I nip her throat, dragging my lips down the pale column. "Daddy protects you. Daddy feeds you. Daddy fucks you." I sink my teeth into the hollow of her throat and suck. "And right now, Daddy is going to touch your pretty pussy until you come, little girl."

"Daddy!"

I part her bare slit, running my thumb from her dripping hole to her clit. She cries out, her head falling back as I run circles around the swollen bundle of nerves, my eyes locked on her face.

The sight of her, back against the blue wall and legs spread for me, is a vision I know I"ll never forget. Such a feast laid bare for me. She"s so wet she drips down my wrist.

"Look at how wet you are," I groan, pushing a finger inside her. She"s so wet it glides in easily despite how fucking tight she is. "All wet and ready for Daddy." Her body clenches around my finger, sucking it in deeper. "Does that feel good, baby girl? Do you like it when Daddy touches your pussy?"

"Yes, Daddy," she gasps, her hips bucking against my hand. Her long lashes flutter closed as she surrenders to the sensations.

I add another finger, stretching her just enough to dance that razor"s edge between pleasure and pain.

She sobs in ecstasy, chanting my name, gorgeous in her submission. There"s nothing like the freedom that comes from pure surrender. There"s nothing like the beauty, either. I see both in her now, and fuck, it"s perfect.

"You look so beautiful fucking Daddy"s fingers, little girl. You"re making my cock so hard. Christ." I claim her mouth in another deep kiss, drowning myself in her taste. "I could fucking eat you up."

"It feels s-so good, Daddy."

"Yeah?" I drag her bottom lip through my teeth before soothing the bite with a swipe of my tongue. "It"s going to feel so much better when Daddy has his tongue in that tight little hole cleaning up the mess you"re making in your panties, baby girl."

I push deeper, fucking her with my fingers as my thumb rolls over her clit, each thrust calculated to give her the most pleasure.

Her soft cries grow louder as wet sounds fill the room around us. My cock leaks a steady stream of cum into my boxers. I"ve never been this damn hard in my life.

"Such a tight little pussy. God, you"re so fucking wet," I groan, the words muffled as I nuzzle her throat again, trying not to lose my mind at the sight of her, the smell of her, the damn taste of her. Everything about her is an aphrodisiac designed specifically to drive me wild.

She"s whimpering now, her thighs quivering against my hand as I bring her closer to the edge of ecstasy. The sight of her writhing beneath my touch sends a surge of possessiveness coursing through my veins.

"You"re going to come for Daddy, aren"t you? Going to let go and show me what a good girl you are?"

My words push her closer to the brink.

"Daddy…I…I…" She rocks against me, her hips moving rhythmically as she arches back against the wall, mindlessly chasing her orgasm.

"That"s it, baby girl," I whisper against her flushed skin. "Let go for Daddy. Let me feel it."

Her climax hits like a tidal wave crashing over her. Her head thumps against the wall, her eyes rolling back as my name breaks from her lips in the sweetest cry. "Daddy!"

I keep my thumb on her clit, stroking her G-spot at the same time, forcing her to ride each wave of ecstasy as they hit her one after another after another. I don"t relent until she"s pleading for mercy, her body plastered to the wall, limp and spent. Only then do I slip my hand from between her legs, wrapping her securely in my arms.

"Good girl," I murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as she shakes in my arms. My heart thrums with a satisfaction I"ve never felt. She"s mine, my little girl.

I intend to make her my fucking world.