Chapter Eighteen 362

Chapter Eighteen

Dominic

This might be manipulative, but I wanted to see her in her element. In the lights as they move over her curves. I may be a piece of shit for this, but I couldn’t resist the chance to see her like this. I also couldn’t sit back and watch the perv I stole this suit from touching her. That’s why when I heard him ask for a private dance from my baby girl, I hog-tied him. He’s currently behind the couch next to the speakers to drown out his moans and grunts as he tries to dislodge my boxers from his mouth.

Good luck with that buddy, the tape will be near impossible to get through with your hands behind your back. I’d rather die from her hatred than to watch your grubby paws on my daughter. That’s what I’d whispered harshly to him as I dressed myself with his clothes. They fit well enough. A little too snug for my liking, but they’ll do with such short notice.

She’s looking up at me with big brown eyes, and that ache in my heart at not seeing her for years seems to stitch itself back together. My baby girl is here before me on her knees. She hasn’t recognized it’s me yet or I’d feel the fury of a thousand suns beaming down on me. Daddy’s girl is a fierce firecracker ready to explode .

Her fingers rub up and down her thighs, restless before the spark in her eyes flares. She’s not one to submit, which is why I was surprised to find her in a club. She takes after her father in that way. We love control. It’s one of the reasons I couldn’t get her out of my system after that night. Breaking her down into submission was the most intoxicating feeling.

When she can’t take it any longer, she splays her digits over my slacks. Her claws dig in as she stands. I’m taken back to that time she stood in front of me after her shower, and I just wanted to hold her and breathe her in. This time I don’t hold back. Fuck society. Fuck the norms. People may say this is wrong, but she feels right to me. I want her all to myself, so I give in to temptation.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her in. My face against her soft stomach, inhaling her scent that’s no longer familiar. Before she had a fruity aroma, I remember from her wet hair. Now it’s more womanly with warm coconut, and fresh saltwater mixed with something floral. She’s like the ocean to my sand, never considered a beach without the two together.

Her body tenses at first. This must not be normal, but I couldn’t care. I need her. She still hasn’t realized it’s me, so her body relaxes in my hold. I’m assuming I’m not the only man that’s come to her for human contact versus a sexual encounter. There’s a rule here for no insertion and I don’t want to think about how many men have tried to push that boundary. I won’t say that I would love to welcome her touch elsewhere, but I can refrain for now.

“Baby girl,” I growl. My lips move against her skin with my words.

She must not hear me because she doesn’t lash out in anger. Instead, her fingers run through my hair, sending tingles through my scalp at the touch. Which soon turns to her scraping her nails and pulling the short strands back until I’m looking up at her.

“Did you choose the wrong girl? Because surely whoever told you about me warned you that I don’t play nice.” Her lips lift at the corner revealing her sharp canines.

Fuck if her fire doesn’t set me ablaze. My balls tighten at the promise of violence from her. Is this what she does? Dominates the men behind these curtains? Maybe I should’ve sat back and watched her work. That would’ve been more pleasurable than what I’m about to experience.

I stand towering over her, only leaning into her small frame to run my lips over the shell of her ear. She’s so still, like she's shut down emotionally. Walls are up ten fold behind a layer of brick and mortar. Sadly, I’m about to shatter every one she’s put up.

“Daddy’s home.”