Chapter Six

Sinclair

"Careful, baby girl," I murmur to Lyric, tucking her up against my side before we enter the house. "We're still doing some work in here, so there may be loose screws and nails in some of the rooms."

"Okay," she says, practically quivering in excitement. She's fucking adorable when she's happy. And I've never seen her this happy before, like every Christmas wish she's ever had is coming true.

"Wait." I scoop her into my arms, carrying her over the threshold before she can take a step.

She beams at me, her jade eyes shining.

Shit. There's something satisfying as hell about carrying her inside for the first time. There's something satisfying about carrying her, period.

"Daddy." Her mouth drops open, her gaze darting around the foyer and living room. Massive wooden beams crisscross the ceiling, with a crystal chandelier hanging directly overhead. The fireplace stretches across the east wall. The all-glass back wall looks out over the mountains. When it's clear, the snowy cap of Mt. Rainer juts from between the trees. "I thought you said it wasn't finished."

"It's not." I slide her down my body, her soft curves skimming every inch of me before she lands on her feet. "We're still finishing up the basement and a few details."

"It has a basement? What's in it?"

"Nothing yet, but it will be a gym."

Her nose wrinkles in disgust, making me smile. Lyric hates exercising. The last time she went to the gym with me and Lachlan, she lasted ten minutes on the treadmill before she was tired, bored, and ready to leave.

"There's also a reading nook for you, baby girl."

"Really?" she breathes.

"Mmhmm."

She squeaks, throwing her arms around me in a tight hug. I groan, dragging her right up against me. Fuck, now that I've touched her, I can't stop. I want my goddamn hands on her every minute of the day.

This is why I'm letting her brother buy me out. I'll never get another thing done now that she's mine. I've barely gotten anything done for the last year. She's my job now, my world.

I don't need the money. I've got millions sitting in the bank, more than we'll ever need. More than our kids or their kids will need. I plan to spend the rest of my life spoiling this little princess.

Starting now.

"Come on." I slip my hand in hers, leading her up the stairs. Most of the house is still unfurnished, but not our bedroom…and not our playroom.

"Daddy," she gasps, stopping at the door to the playroom designed to look exactly like her bedroom. She stares for a long moment before floating forward. One small hand drifts across her pale pink comforter. "It's my room."

I follow her inside, sliding my hand around her waist to pull her up against me. "You know how many nights I stood outside the door, thinking about you in your little bed, princess?" I whisper, my lips against her ear. "How many times I wanted to slip under the covers with you when I heard you crying out for daddy?"

"Daddy," she moans, melting against me.

"Daddy isn't playing by the rules anymore, baby girl." I slip my hand down her stomach, rucking her dress up her thick thighs. "I'm giving us both what we want, and you're going to keep it a secret, aren't you?"

"Y-yes, daddy," she sobs. "I won't tell. Oh, please." Her little claws dig into my arms as she arches, thrusting her tits out. God, she's hot for it, my greedy little baby girl.

I walk my fingers down her stomach, teasing her like she's been doing to me for the last year. She sobs again, rising on her tiptoes in a bid to force my hand closer to her needy pussy.

I place my lips against the soft skin of her throat, breathing her in. She smells so fucking good. I run my fingers around the band of her panties before plunging my hand inside.

Hot. Wet. Perfection.

She's soaked, her hard clit protruding from her drenched folds, begging for attention. I run my finger up her slit, pressing it to the swollen nub.

"Daddy!" She throws her head back against my shoulder, wailing my name into the room.

"Quiet, baby girl. We don't want anyone to catch us," I murmur, raking my teeth down the tendon in her neck. "They won't let daddy do this anymore if they do."

"No, no," she cries, embedding her nails into my flesh. "I need it. I need it. Need you."

Ah, hell. I grind my dick against her plump, round ass, running my finger in circles around her little clit. She trembles, moaning my name.

I bite her neck, dragging her dress up higher. Her tits spill out of her bra, too big to be contained. My mouth waters, eager to taste those hard little nipples on my tongue.

I circle her fuckhole, grinding my thumb against her clit as I pinch one hard nipple. She shouts as she comes, splintering apart in my arms as if she's been on the edge for hours.

Her juices spill out, soaking my hand. What little control I have left shatters. I have to taste it. Now. Now. Right fucking now.

I'm not gentle as I drag her down to the bed, draping her over it facedown with her perfect ass in the air. Goddamn. I'm going to worship this ass. I yank her panties down, falling to my knees behind her.

"Daddy, daddy," she chants, still trembling through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

I bite her left cheek and then her right, leaving marks in her perfect skin.

"This belongs to daddy," I snarl, shoving my hand between her legs to cup her cunt in my palm. "Only Daddy touches you, princess."

"Yes!" she cries, rocking her hips against my hand like the greedy little thing she is. Even though she just came, she's desperate for more.

I pry her cheeks apart and bury my face between them.

"Sinclair!" she screams in shock.

My right hand comes down on her ass in a sharp smack. "What do you call me when we're alone, baby girl?"

"D-daddy," she sobs, thrashing beneath me. "Daddy."

"That's right. Daddy has you bent over your little princess bed with your cheeks spread. Daddy has his face between your legs, eating your tasty little cunt," I snarl, lapping up her juices like a man possessed. I do it loud and messy, making sure she hears every filthy sound.

"I l-love it, daddy," she whispers. "You aren't supposed to k-kiss me there, but I love it."

I force the tip of my tongue into her tight little hole, fucking her with it. She screams, her voice breaking as she comes on my tongue, soaking my face with her juices.

I eat her through it, licking up every drop she spills for me. I'm rabid with need, fucklust pumping through my veins instead of blood. I need to claim her. Fuck, I can't think until I feel her coming on my cock like a good little girl.

When she falls limp, I haul her onto the bed, quickly stripping her out of her clothes and tossing them aside. I run my rough hands all over her soft body, worshiping every inch of her.

She purrs beneath me, all cuddly and sweet. So fucking perfect. Does she even know how much I adore her? Or that I'd do anything, risk anything, give up everything for a single moment with her?

"Daddy," she whispers, peeling her dazed eyes open. "What are you doing?"

"Unwrapping my Christmas present."

"I thought you were supposed to be my present." A soft smile curves her lips. "I asked Santa for you."

"You didn't have to ask Santa for me, princess. I was already yours." I run my lips down her side, feathering kisses along her ribcage. "Besides, it's not Christmas yet. You have to wait until Saturday to see what Santa and daddy really brought you."

"Is it a pony?"

"You want a pony?"

"No. I just want you. Make me your big girl, daddy," she demands. "I promise I'll be quiet."

"Fuck," I groan, capturing one hard nipple in my mouth. I bite into the hard bud, teasing her as I drag my sweats off and then crawl over her.

She spreads her legs in invitation, making room for me between them. My cock throbs at the sight of her slick, bare pussy.

I rip my shirt off over my head before falling on her. My mouth lands against hers as I drag her up against me, skin to skin. She mewls into my mouth, her legs flying up around my hips.

Goddamn. The heat of her pussy against my cock is heaven. Everything about her is heaven. I lick into her mouth, kissing my way into her soul as I line up at her entrance.

"Daddy's going to fuck you now, baby girl," I whisper against her lips. "Be a good girl and take all of me."

"Will I be your best girl then, daddy?" she asks with wide, innocent eyes.

"You're already my best girl. But you'll be daddy's special girl now, princess."

"Really?" Her eyes grow wider. "Then do it, daddy. Make me your special girl."

Precum shoots from my shaft. Jesus Christ. This little minx is trying to kill me. And she knows exactly what she's doing. I see the truth lurking in her eyes. She wants to drive me crazy. She wants me obsessed.

"Kiss me, baby girl," I growl.

She tips her face up to mine eagerly. As soon as her lips meet mine, I push forward, working my cock into her tight little cunt. Even though she's soaked, her body resists for a split second before the head of my cock slips in, her silky walls enveloping me.

I groan, trying to give her a minute to adjust, but she's not having any of that. She wiggles beneath me, taking more. Moaning, I slip in another inch. And then another.

She gasps when her virgin barrier tears, her gaze flying to mine. "Daddy," she whispers, satisfaction and a hint of pain mingling in her jade eyes. "I'm all yours now."

A bolt of possession lances through me. I buck my hips, sliding in deeper despite trying to stay still. She gasps again, her nails digging into my back as she arches beneath me, her eyes rolling back in her head.

"Do you like that, princess?"

"Yes!"

I groan and give in to the need pounding through me with every beat of my heart. My lips slide down her throat and onto her chest as I start to move, giving us both what we want. What we've needed for the last year. Never again. I'll never deny us again. This little princess is mine now. Whenever she needs to come, I'll be here, ready to serve.

I drive into her, fucking her hard and deep.

"Ah, God, princess," I growl. "Daddy won't ever be able to keep his dick out of you now." I drag her nipple through my teeth. Leave a purple mark on the side of her breast. "I'll be sneaking into your bed every night to get another taste of this perfect princess cunt."

"Daddy," she sobs, her hands scrabbling down my back. "You f-feel s-so good. Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

"Never," I promise, kissing my way back to her lips to seal my vow. I slip my hand between our bodies to play with her clit. "You're my fucking world."

"Love you," she cries, her body catching beneath me. "Love you. Love you. Love you!"

I roar, pounding into her as she shatters around me, screaming that she loves me. Her little pussy flutters and pulses all up and down my shaft, setting off my own orgasm. My spine tingles, my balls drawing up.

I bury my face in her throat, groaning her name as cum shoots up my shaft, and I claim her womb, breeding her.

She clings to my shoulders the whole time, whispering my name like a prayer.