Chapter Eight

"Close your eyes," I croon, running my hand down Davina"s back as she settles on my lap. "Let Daddy take care of you, baby girl."

She moans, melting against me, so soft and sweet. So fucking cuddly.

I scoop up a bite of ice cream onto my spoon, swirling it through the peanut butter she insisted she needed to go with it, and lift it toward her mouth.

"Open for me."

Her lips part, her tongue peeking out.

I slowly feed her the bite, fighting a groan as it dribbles across her lips and down her chin. She laughs quietly, licking it up.

"Fuck," I growl, my cock throbbing beneath her round ass. "You picked ice cream as your treat on purpose just to torture me, didn"t you, little girl?"

"Maybe." She peeks at me through slit lids, an impish smile dancing at her lips. "But it"s so good, Daddy."

I chuckle, shaking my head. "You"re lucky I can"t fucking tell you no, Davina."

Her smile grows. It"s a helluva lot better than the tears that fucker had swimming in her eyes today. I wanted to rip his throat out for that. No one talks to her the way he did today. He won"t ever do it again, that"s for damn sure.

I scoop up another bite, lifting it to her lips.

She wraps her tongue around the spoon, her eyes locked on mine as she pulls it into her mouth.

"Keep it up," I warn her. "I"ll be eating the rest of your treat, and I"ll be eating it off your gorgeous fucking body."

My compliment sends color blazing to life in her cheeks…which only makes my dick harder. How it"s possible for someone to look like her and have no clue how beautiful she is, I don"t know. But she"s oblivious to it. It"s not that she lacks confidence. She"s comfortable in her own skin. She just has no concept of how radiant she is.

"Do you have siblings, baby girl?" I ask, curious about the parts of her life she doesn"t talk about—the parts that shaped her into the shy, sweet, magnificent woman she is. I have a feeling the secrets written in those volumes are the key to understanding her and her needs.

"No," she whispers. "It was always just me growing up."

"Just you? No cousins or close friends?"

"Not really." She shrugs, leaning forward to accept another bite.

"Were you close with your parents?"

A shadow passes through her eyes—so fleeting I would have missed it if I weren"t focused on her every moment of the day.

"They were close."

"Davina." I hook my finger under her chin, forcing her to turn to look at me. "Talk to me, baby girl. I want to learn about you. I can"t do that if you won"t let me in."

She hesitates for a long moment and then sighs. "My parents were important politicians. They liked the thought of having a kid more than they liked having an actual kid. I was too loud and messy and needy, I guess." She shrugs, avoiding my gaze. "I spent most of my time with my grandparents, but they were too old to take care of me. When my parents would come and get me, I tried to be good and to stay out of the way, but I always seemed to mess it up. They"d ship me back to my grandparents after a week or two."

"Jesus," I mutter, pissed on her behalf. Who the fuck treats a kid that way?

"They died in a plane crash when I was eleven. My grandfather died a year later. My grandma died when I was fifteen. It"s just been me since then. Instead of foster care, I went to boarding school." She smiles sadly. "So I guess I don"t really know what it"s like to have a family. I never really had one. My grandparents did their best, but they didn"t really want me, either."

"That"s fucked up, baby girl."

"It"s okay. It was a long time ago."

"No." I force her to meet my gaze, mine unyielding. "It"s fucked up. You deserved better from the people who brought you into this world. I"m sorry you didn"t get it."

"It could have been worse," she whispers. "They were never abusive. They just weren"t very warm."

"It was bad enough, little one." I cup her face in my palm, stroking her cheek, awed that she has so much forgiveness and empathy for people who hurt her so deeply. She really is a gentle soul, far too fucking sweet for this world. The way she grew up didn"t harden her heart or turn her bitter. She"s still soft and gentle, still open and eager to love and be loved.

She"s a fucking marvel.

Is it any wonder my heart is in her hands? She owns every inch of it. How could she not when she is who she is? She was made to be loved—to be spoiled and adored, and allowed to heal those innocent parts of herself that got shattered long before they were even allowed to flourish.

And I"ve never wanted anything more than I want to indulge her every whim and teach her that she has always, always been worthy exactly as she is.

If she"s searching for where she belongs, she"s found her home. It"s right here with me.

"Ihave something for you, baby girl," I murmur, boosting Davina up into my arms to sit her on the island in the kitchen.

She tips her head back, looking up at me with a soft smile on her face. "If it"s another orgasm, I don"t think I can take it, Daddy."

I chuckle, brushing tendrils of hair behind her ear. "No? You think you"re done for the night, Davina?"

"Uh-huh."

I slip my hand between her legs, placing my thumb against her clit. "You"re done when Daddy says you"re done, little girl," I growl, my eyes locked on hers as a moan rolls from her lips. "I decide when you"ve had enough, not you."

"Daddy," she whimpers, her hips jerking toward my touch as her head falls back. Her lips are parted, her denim eyes dazed with pleasure, her cheeks flushed.

Christ, she"s so fucking beautiful.

The last few days have been the best of my life. I never thought she"d really be here, in my arms, in my house, filling every fucking moment with her laughter and her light, but she is.

I"m not stupid enough to let her go now.

Taking her to her house in the mornings so she can drive to work by herself is killing me. It"s been three days and I"m already done hiding the fact that she"s mine. She belongs here with me. If her boss doesn"t like it, he can get fucked.

She always comes first. I"m so in love with her, I can"t think straight. I don"t want to think straight. All I want is her—in my life, in my arms, in our home, every single day forever. I"ve had two years to accept that this obsession is as permanent and unalterable as the sun. Nothing will change it now.

Listening to her tell me about the way she grew up the other day only made me even more certain—her place is right here with me. It"s time that she knows just how permanent this is, too.

"Close your eyes, baby girl," I croon, waiting until she obeys my quiet command. Her eyes flutter closed, her submission instinctive and complete.

My cock throbs, aching for her. Fuck. I was just in her, fucking her raw, and I already want her again. Always, I want her again. But this isn"t about that.

I grind my thumb against her clit again before slipping my hand from between her legs. "Stay right there. Don"t move an inch."

She whines, gripping onto the edge of the island as if to keep herself upright. I smile at the sight of her, so eager and obedient. So fucking mine.

Leaving her there, I stride back toward our scattered clothes. My suit jacket is a crumpled mess on the floor, forgotten in our haste to undress each other. As I bend to pick it up, I feel her eyes on me, intense and hungry. The hunger rolling off her sends a bolt of lust straight to my cock.

Returning to her, I watch her for a moment. Her hands clutch the edge of the island, her chest heaves with shallow breaths, drawing attention to her full breasts covered in my marks.

Fuck, she"s a sight to behold. Submission suits her.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" I ask as I approach her.

She blushes, dropping her gaze shyly as if she"s embarrassed by the compliment.

Shaking my head at her innocence, I reach out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The soft blonde strand slips through my fingers like silk.

I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder as I pull the necklace from my jacket pocket. As the cool metal chain brushes against her skin, she gasps softly.

"I love you," I whisper, fastening the delicate clasp around her neck. The small pendant settles between her breasts.

Her wide eyes meet mine, full of awe. "Daddy," she breathes.

"I mean it, little girl. I love you." I press my lips to her temple, breathing her in. I don"t care if it"s too soon or if the whole fucking world thinks I"m crazy, I"m hers—body and soul.

Her eyes flutter before they drop to the necklace. Her breath hitches as she takes it in—a symbol of my possession, my obsession, and most importantly, my love for her.

"This is so you never forget where you belong, Davina," I murmur as she strokes a shaking finger along the delicate little teddy bear pendant. "No matter where you are or what you"re doing, you"ll wear this and remember that you belong with your daddy. It says so right here." I nod at the little lines of pink that make up the heart. "That says Daddy"s Baby Girl in Morse code. You"ll always know what it says, but you don"t have to share it with anyone you don"t want to share it with."

"Daddy!" she sobs, flinging herself at me. "I love it."

I catch her to me, wrapping my arms around her. God, I"m hers. In every fucking way, I"m hers. I cup her cheek, brushing my thumb softly against her flushed skin. "Never forget that I belong to you too, baby girl. My heart is yours."

"I love you," she whispers, those three little words wrecking me. She pulls me in for a kiss that leaves me breathless, drinking from my lips as if she intends to steal my soul. As if she needs to do it. It"s already hers. "I want you to move in here with me. No more running to your house in the morning to change."

"You want me to move in?"

"Fuck yes," I growl.

She whimpers, pressing her lips to mine again. I take the invitation, devouring her like the perfect little treat she is.

When we break apart this time, my gaze drops to the pendant shining between her breasts. In my world, it"s more meaningful than a ring. It"s a symbol of everything we are together, a bond that goes far deeper than anything a simple marriage contract grants.

But she will have my ring on her finger, too. Fuck yeah, she will.

"It"ll be a ring soon, little girl," I breathe, tipping her head back until her eyes meet mine. "As soon as you"re ready to let me put one on your finger, I"m giving you my last name."

Her lips part, her expression shocked innocence, as if she didn"t know it was coming. And that—the fact that she has no fucking clue how gone I am for her even after I just put my collar around her neck and asked her to move in—is enough to tip me right over the edge into madness.

I breathe for her. But she still doesn"t know. She still doesn"t understand just how deep this obsession runs.

"Up," I growl, boosting her into my arms.

Her yelp of surprise is the sweetest sound.

I carry her upstairs to our room, not bothering with the lights. My eyes are trained solely on her and the way moonlight spills through the open windows, casting a soft glow on her beautiful face.

The trust in her denim eyes has something primal stirring within me, obsession digging its claws in deep.

There"s no preamble, no gentle caress to prepare her this time. Tonight is about raw possession, about marking her as mine in every sense of the word. Laying her out on the bed, I pin her beneath me, my body cocooning hers protectively as I position myself at her entrance.

A small gasp leaves her lips, a delightful combination of anticipation and desire that makes my cock throb. The sight of my innocent little girl trembling beneath me is a fucking aphrodisiac more potent than anything else.

"Mine," I growl in her ear before sinking into her tight little body, claiming what"s rightfully mine.

She cries out in response, arching beneath me, returning each thrust with a whimper or moan that reverberates through me.

The world narrows down to this single moment as I fuck my little girl. Every sound she makes sends a surge of lust through me, my balls throbbing so hard it"s almost unbearable.

My name breaks from her lips again and again, shattering me every fucking time.

I catch her lips in a searing kiss, whispering confessions against her mouth. "I love you. You"re mine, all mine." Each word is punctuated by an agonizingly slow, deep thrust that has her sweet voice echoing around the room.

It"s sweeter than it"s ever been between us, and yet it"s not nearly enough. An insatiable hunger gnaws at me, one I don"t think I"ll ever be able to quench. I want more…need more of her. Everything she has until she"s wrecked and ruined beneath me, unable to fucking breathe without her little cunt aching for her Daddy.

"Say it," I urge, pulling back to look at her. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You, Daddy. Only you," she sobs, sending a wave of possessiveness through me. "I"m only yours! Always yours."

Each word she says drives me closer to the edge, my obsession raging wilder. This woman beneath me is my life, my love, and with every raw thrust, every whispered promise—she becomes more mine than ever before.

"Let that be your fucking anthem," I growl, my grip on her hips relentless as I drive into her with a fervor that borders on madness. "Sing it until you can"t remember any other words, little girl. Say it until every breath you take is a testament to my possession of you."

She calls out my name, her voice breaking as she succumbs to the sweet torment, an orgasm ripping through her.

Pleasure spirals through me, a molten force threatening to consume me whole. But this isn"t about me. It"s about the woman writhing beneath me, sobbing in pure ecstasy.

"God, Davina, do you feel that?" I murmur against the shell of her ear, my voice shaking with emotion. "The way you shatter around me? The way you surrender?"

"Yes, Daddy," she breathes between sobs, her fingers digging into my back. "I-I feel it."

"I won"t ever let you forget it," I vow. "I"ll remind you every single day who owns this—who owns you."

Her cries of ecstasy only fuel my possessiveness. It"s a wild beast within me marking its territory. But it"s marked too—proudly claimed and owned.

"You"re everything to me, Davina," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper as our bodies collide again and again, dragging us both to the precipice. "My world…my fucking universe. You own Daddy, little girl. You hear me? You own me."

With one final thrust, we tumble over the edge together. Our bodies convulse in unison, waves of pleasure spilling over us. I feel it in every muscle, every nerve ending set aflame. This woman has marked me as hers in every conceivable way.

"I love you," she sobs, chanting it over and over as she writhes beneath me. Pure adoration shines in those beautiful blue eyes as she looks up at me. "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, little girl." I trace her damp cheeks, wiping away the trails of spent tears as we come down together, tangled tightly together, precisely where we belong. "Always."