Claimed By Daddy (Dark Daddies of New York #1)

by J.L. Quick

With every floor that passes, my anger bubbles more, fiery and sharp, behind my ribs. Because this isn’t about control. It’s not even about rules. It’s about her. About giving her what she needs. Someone to teach her how to listen. How to behave. I rub my clammy palm against the thigh of my pants as I watch the final few floors pass. By the time the elevator dings and the doors slide open, every cell in my body is bristling, tense with frustration and… need.

“If you want this, you need to tell Daddy what you want.”

“Your little pussy is so fucking wet for Daddy,” Enzo groans against my lips, and I can hear the approval in his tone. His thumb rubbing over my clit, he presses a finger to my entrance. “Practically begging for me to be inside you.”

“Does my sweet princess like when I play with her tight pussy?”

“Relax, princess,” Enzo softly urges, clearly seeing my wide eyes and gaping mouth. “You’ll love how good I’ll feel inside you.” He quickly rids himself of his pants and climbs onto the couch. Settling between my thighs and pulling them over his hips, his weighty dick rests against my core as he presses his firm, bare chest against mine. “I’m going to stretch out your tight little pussy, but you can take it.” Stretch it? That thing is going to split me in two. He reaches between us and presses himself to my entrance, promising, “I’ll go nice and slow.”

“I’ll be gentle. Until you’re ready for more. I promise.”

“Mine,” he gravelly whispers, rubbing his tip through the creamy white splatters, thoroughly smearing them over the lips of my pussy. “Who does this perfect little cum-covered pussy belong to?” Still struggling to catch my breath, I answer without hesitation, panting, “Daddy… It.... Belongs... To... Daddy.”

Staring down at her asleep with my half-numb arm beneath her, I try to tell myself I don’t want this, but I can’t bring myself to believe the lie. Because even though I know I crossed a line—one Cillian might kill me for—there’s a part of me that doesn’t regret a damn second of it.

“Show me how much you love the feel of me inside of you.”

“Yes. Just like that, princess,” I mumble against her throat when she swirls her hips. My hands roam over her soft skin, my lips and tongue sampling every inch I can reach with them, licking the salty sweat from her skin. Her movements grow erratic, her hips sputtering as she struggles to maintain her rhythm. “Don’t stop,” I groan. “Make yourself come on my cock.”

“Are you bratting for my attention or my mark? Is it because you’re afraid you won’t get either after tonight?”

“You’ll get both.”

“I’ll bend your perfect little ass over the kitchen counter and paint it red if I think you need it,”

“I will spend the rest of the night ensuring you can’t sit tomorrow if you need me to. But I’d much rather spend...

“Your choice, princess. Are you done being a brat?”

“Shhhh, princess.”

“We wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear you and find out what a naughty girl you are. No one else needs to know how much you like all the dirty things Daddy is doing to you.”

“Fuck, I could fill you right now…”

“But first, I’m going to spend the night edging myself with your tight little cunt. Fucking you until you’re begging me to stop.”

“You won’t. He’ll be mad at me. Not you.” His voice is steady—confident. His lips press to the back of my shoulder, and he promises, “And you definitely aren’t losing me. I’ll do whatever it takes to make him understand that you’re mine.”

“Don’t look at him. Look at me,” Enzo barks, demanding my attention without laying a finger on me. “I know you’re scared and overwhelmed right now, so I’m going to let that go. But I do not appreciate your downplaying of what I feel for you, princess. I am nothing like your father.” “Enz…” I mutter, my heart breaking at how upset he is—how hurt. “You are not discardable. Do you understand me? I would walk away from everything this second if it meant I didn’t need to worry about your safety. And if you can’t see that yet, then I’m clearly not doing a good enough job of showing you.” He slips his hand inside the blanket and leisurely drags his knuckles along the curve of my hip. “You’re mine, princess,” he whispers, his dark chocolate eyes locked on mine and his gaze searing through my soul, as his ire subsides. “Nothing in this world will keep me from you. Not your brother. Not some fucking Armenians. Nothing. Understood?” “Yes.” I nod, swallowing down the tightness in my throat. “Yes, Daddy.”

“I’ve been thinking about these lips all day, princess,” I breathlessly whisper, my forehead pressed against hers. “All fucking day just trying to find a moment alone with you.”

“You need me so badly, you’re in here dreaming about me fucking you. So excited at the thought of it, that my tight little pussy is ready for me to slip my thick cock inside you without me even touching you.” I arch my hips backward until the head of my cock is resting against her dripping entrance. “And I can’t go another night without you.”

“Daddy isn’t asking, princess,” I hoarsely whisper, gathering her wrists above her head and lightly pinning them to the mattress. “Do I need to hold you down and force myself into that tight little hole? Or are you going to be a good girl and let me play with what’s mine?”

“No, princess. We shouldn’t,” I softly correct, inching deeper as she struggles to take me. “Now, be a good girl and let Daddy stretch you out so I can fill you up.”

“If you don’t want them to know what a naughty girl you are, you better be quiet,” I grit, burying myself to the hilt and stifling my own moan. “Do you think you can be quiet while Daddy fucks you?”

“Lick and suck the tang of your greedy cunt from me,” I instruct, pressing an inch more into her mouth so that my tip is resting on the flat of her warm, wet tongue. She slowly licks at the underside of my shaft and lightly sucks her arousal from me. Her tongue swirls around my tip, and my hips buck forward from both the surprise and the finesse of her movement. “Fuck, you’re being such a good girl for me,” I praise as she begins tentatively bobbing her mouth over the first few inches of me. “Opening so wide for me. And so fucking eager to learn how to suck my cock.”

“Just a little more for me,” Enzo peppers the words across my cheek, picking up his pace. “Can my good girl give me just a little bit more?”

His fingers slip into my hair and he tenderly lifts my head—steering my gaze to where our bodies meet. “Watch your sweet pussy swallow my cock,” he demands, repeatedly thrusting every inch of his length into me. “Watch us as I fuck a baby into you.”

“Be quiet for Daddy and I’ll let you come.”

Stalking toward me, he runs his thumb along his lower lip and backs me against the wall. “No, princess. I’m afraid Daddy is going to fucking ruin this one.”

“Show Daddy how you play with your pussy.”

“Now, be a good girl”—he drags me over him, filling me perfectly—“and show me how you fuck Daddy’s big, hard cock.”

“I’m going to stay right here,” he softly insists, his lips lightly traveling along the length of my neck. “My cock warming inside you until I grow hard again. So I can take you slow and tenderly, worshipping my perfect girl the way she deserves. Treating you like the princess you are.”

“I love you, princess. It’s in my blood—like every part of me was made to hold you, care for you, and worship you. You’re mine… My everything.”