Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
"Yes," she moans, her back arching from the bed. "Do it, daddy."
"Jesus," I breathe, wrapping one hand around her delicate throat. "You'd let me, wouldn't you?"
Her dilated eyes meet mine. "Yes," she answers without hesitation. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, an exaggerated guilty expression crossing her face. "You shouldn't touch me there, but I like it when you do, daddy."
"Fuck," I growl, cum dripping into my boxers. I lean down, taking her lips in a hard kiss. She moans into my mouth, greedy for more.
"Do bad things to me now, daddy," she pleads. "I promise I'll be quiet."
I bite her bottom lip, punishing her for taunting me. The little brat knows exactly what she's doing to me. She wants to make me crazy, wants to see my obsession with her run free. And it will. Christ, for the rest of our lives, it will.
But not yet.
I slip my hand into my pocket and pull out the ring I've been carrying for months. Maybe I should have wrapped it or something. I don't know. But this feels right. It feels like us.
"Marry me, princess," I whisper against her lips, reaching for her hand.
"W-what?"
"Marry me."
Her eyes fly open on a gasp as I slip the ring onto her finger. It fits perfectly. Not that there was any doubt about that. This girl is my world. I know everything about her.
"Sinclair," she says, her eyes wide. "Daddy. When did you…?"
"February 10th."
"My birthday."
I nod. "It's been in my pocket every day since, princess. You didn't have to ask Santa for me. I always intended to put it on your finger at Christmas."
"Really?"
"Why do you think I wanted those papers signed today?" I quirk a brow. "I wanted it done before I put my ring on your finger this weekend and pissed your brother off."
"He's happy for us," she whispers.
"I was making contingency plans in case he didn't take it well," I murmur.
"You really want to marry me?"
"God yeah, princess," I growl, nipping at her bottom lip and then kissing my way down her chest. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me. Say yes, little girl. Let daddy spend the rest of his life making you happy."
"Yes," she breathes, arching toward my mouth as my lips close over one hard nipple. "Oh, yes, daddy."
I shred her pretty top…and let my obsession run free.
Epilogue
Lyric
Five Years Later
Dear Santa,
I know I said I'd never ask you for anything else again, but I have a special request. This year for Christmas, can you please let my daddy know that our family is growing? Next year, we'll be celebrating with a new little one. I'm pregnant with his baby.
xoxo,
Lyric
I quickly scan my letter, my eyes growing misty as I run my hand over my belly. I can't believe I'm pregnant for Christmas again. I'm beginning to think one of Sinclair's traditions is keeping me pregnant for the holiday. I've spent four of the last five carrying one of his babies.
I'm not complaining. My daddy loves me every day. But the way he loves me when I'm pregnant? There's nothing more beautiful than that. He worships me. I feel it every time he touches me. It's in every kiss, every caress. He treats me exactly like a princess…one he'd tear apart the whole world just to make smile.
I probably shouldn't encourage him, but I love the way he is with me. I adore every single moment with him. When I wrote my letter to Santa five years ago, I did so in a moment of hopelessness. I had no idea that Sinclair was carrying a ring around in his pocket or that he was as obsessed with me as I was with him. Neither of us knew what kind of magic the future held.
But it has been magical. Every day with him is magic. Most people probably wouldn't understand the way we are. They wouldn't understand that he's my daddy, the man who cares for me, protects me, and fucks me. He feeds me from his plate, cuddles me, and keeps my life functioning. I don't worry about anything because of him. He reminds me to wear my coat and drive slow and do all the things I forget to do. He helps me do them. For the first time, my life isn't big and overwhelming.
There's so much peace in that for me. I can be as loud and messy as I want. I can throw my whole heart into everything I do because he's there to make sure I'm safe and that I'm taken care of. And at the end of the day, I get to take care of him too.
We get to play our naughty games…the ones that drive him crazy. Sometimes, I'm his good little girl. Sometimes, I'm a brat. He loves me both ways. And I love every wicked thing he does to me.