Come to Daddy (Love Don't Cost a Thing, #1)

by Brianna Hale

“You make me forget about all the awful things in my life. I can’t talk about any of them, but just know that you make a difference.”

“Whenever I’m with you I feel like nothing bad can happen, and nothing can touch me.”

I’m so close to giving into her and just spreading her legs and thrusting into her, over and over, but I rein myself in. I pull her hand off my dick and slide down between her legs. Just for that I’m going to make this torture for her.

Licking her is a slow pleasure and I want to make it last because she feels so sweet against my tongue. The sounds she makes as I suck her clit are heaven.

“Needy, baby?” She nods. “Yes, daddy.”

“Come here, ljubica. Come to daddy.”

“Will you let me come this time?” “If you’re good.” “I’m always so good,”

I want to see it, the exact moment she reaches her peak. Her face tenses and her eyebrows draw together. One more circle, two. And then her head tips back and her body flexes as she cries out. I let go of my cock and she sinks down onto me as she comes. Fuck.

Ciara works herself up and down on my length and her cries become rough and increase in pitch. Her desire’s intense and it’s almost too much for me, watching her like this, feeling her tight flesh gripping my cock. She pants my name against my mouth.

“I was thinking that I haven’t felt this before. The peace that comes from knowing you have made a woman happy.”

She looks so perfect with her pretty lips wrapped around my cock.

“I like that. I like feeling you, thick and hot in my hands. How you surround me. The way you smell. The way you kiss me. The sight of your cock plunging into me, over and over.”

I don’t know how to deal with all the sensations rolling through me and I just watch her, breathing hard. My beautiful sunshine girl, bare to me, taking the lead.

I let her take control of her last orgasm, but I’m in charge of this one.

“That’s my ljubica, you’re going to come for me again, aren’t you?”

“Ljubim te, Ciara,” I say softly into her hair. I look down at her, sleeping in my arms, as peaceful and beautiful as an enchanted princess. I’ve never said those words, in English or Slovenian, but they feel so right, whispered in the darkness as we speed through the night. I love her, and she loves me.

“Because my name is Mikhail Ravnikar. Damir Ravnikar is my brother.”

“You love me. You told me so. I live in your heart as surely as you live in mine. Forever.”

“At first, I was going to let you go. That was my intention. Then I started to imagine that I might keep you. Forever. Because I love you.” “You don’t love me.” “Yes, I do. I’ve loved you since Dubrovnik. I wish we’d met any other way.”

“There was no Plan B. I banked on you trusting me by now.” “I only decided to trust you thirty minutes ago. Cutting it fine, weren’t you?” “Perhaps. But I wasn’t worried. Ravnikars always get what they want.”

“You have given me more life, more happiness, than anyone I’ve ever known. Ljubim te. Moje srce je resnično in srce je za vedno.”

“I said, My heart is true, and my heart is forever. I don’t know how I will live without your sweetness. I have known you, and now you will be an open wound in my heart for the rest of my life.”

“You will always live in my heart, for as long as it keeps beating,” he says fiercely. “But I have to go, so that one day you can be free.”

“Ljubica, you will never be free unless I do this.” “I don’t want to be free. I just want to be with you.”

“Then we will be fools here, together. I’d rather die by your side than let you go.”

We are fools. But we’re fools in love.

He’s smiling a smile so cold that it makes my blood freeze. He smiled just like that as he rubbed my clit, his other arm clamped around my throat so I couldn’t get away.

Being forced to come and then come again as he whispered things in Slovenian I didn’t understand.

“Don’t worry, baby. I want you. Girls like you…” His lips whisper across my cheek and he speaks into my ear. “You’re my favorite.”