Page 18 of Dad Bod's Naughty List

I kick open the door to my bedroom and walk in, slamming it closed behind me, but it doesn't close. My hand slaps the door before it can completely shut and I turn around to see Orlando walk into the room. His mouth is set in a flat line and those eyes that I adore so much are filled with rage.

"Hey, are you okay?"

I shake my head, my eyes welling up with angry tears. "No, I'm not okay. I'm so mad at everyone. At my family. At Nico and my father–"

"At me?"

"No. God, no." I turn away and look around at the room I've spent years in and out of. It was my haven even though this place never quite felt like home. "I have this anger inside of me and I don't know how to get it out. The only thing I am mad at you for is not letting me have the satisfaction of hearing the door slam shut."

"Is that so?" rasps Orlando, his voice so damn close to my ear. I didn't hear him move and now he's behind me, his warm breath caressing the hair at the back of my neck. "I have ways that can help you get rid of that excess anger."

"Are you really thinking of sex right now?"

"I wasn't," he says thickly. "I was going to suggest boxing, punching a bag or something but now you've put the idea in my head."

Right, it was me.

"Boxing sounds great. Do you think there are any boxing rings open on Christmas?"

Orlando nuzzles my neck as a low rumble builds up in his chest. One that sends goosebumps licking up my skin. "I have one in my building at work," he says, pushing my hair to the side and kissing my neck. "I am angry too, princess. I want to kill your brother and make your father pay for making so miserable."

Anyone else and I would take their words for a joke, but this is Orlando. In my world, people don't make such threats unless they have every intention of going through with them. "Don't–"

"He needs to pay, Aria. No one is allowed to put that hurt look on your face. Ever!"

"I don't want anyone dead. Not even my asshole brother." I turn around to face him. "Promise me you won't do anything to him."

"I can't promise you that."

Jesus. "Fine, promise me you won't hurt him! Please…Daddy."

His eyes fire up with desire and I can tell there will be no more talking or packing. Not for the next hour at least. "I won't kill him," Orlando says hoarsely and while I can tell he is not letting go of what happened back there, I'm assured he won't cross the line. Orlando wets his lips, his gray eyes heating up as he wraps his hand around my waist and yanks me hard against him. "Now let’s work on this excess anger.”

That is all the warning I get before my bodyguard scoops me into his arms and throws me down on the center of the bed. His eyes are locked on mine as he toes off his shoes and climbs up my bed. I realize I have thought of this same scenario in this very room so many times. I always pictured my bodyguard having sex with me in here, but I never thought it would happen in a million years.

"I love you, Aria," he says roughly, yanking my dress up my thighs and exposing my panties. "I fell in love with you the moment I saw you and all this time I've tried to convince myself that it was something else. I've watered it down to lust when in actuality it's as simple as sex. I haven't wanted or even looked at any other woman ever since I met you."

"Y–you haven't?" I whimper when he grabs the waistband of my panties and yanks them down my thighs before ripping them off me. His intense eyes drop to my pussy and I moan when he drags his knuckle between my feminine folds, sending a rush of moisture flooding through me.

"How could I?" he rasps, pulling his gaze from my sex and to me. "How could I look at anyone else when you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, Arianna? Inside and out. I was only meant to be your bodyguard for a few weeks, but the thought of someone else being close to you was enough to sendme to madness. I couldn’t stay away, Princess. I see no one but you. I want no one but you."

His mouth slams down on mine before I can say a word, I open up for him, my heart clenching painfully with love for the man. I bring my hand to his nape, but he snatches my wrist and pins it down above my head even as he deepens the kiss. It's angry, the way his tongue licks into mine. The possessive way in which he takes my lips, the wine on his tongue leaving me intoxicated.

"I love you," I whimper when he breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down my neck. He kisses my nipples over my dress before moving down until he's positioned between my open thighs. His eyes flicker with something heated… something possessive before he leans in and licks me. I jump up heat spreading my tummy at a rapid speed. With his eyes locked on mine, Orlando lays the flat of his tongue over my sex and starts licking me like a madman. My back arches off the bed and I cry out as he laps at my arousal, not caring that my noise might carry down where the rest of my family is.

They'll know that I'm fucking my bodyguard.

That the family's sweet little princess has turned into a dirty little slut for her much older protector. I don't care if they know this. I can't bring myself to think past Orlando and his magical touch.

God, it's too much!

I feel myself tethered close to an orgasm but before I can fall, Orlando pulls away. He straightens up and unzips his pants, shoving them down along with his boxer briefs. His massive cock bobs out, the tip is red and angry, leaking precum. My eyes stay on the droplet that trails his shaft and I lean to get a taste when he flattens me to the bed, his hand holding my wrist firmly above my head as he positions himself between my thighs. "Ineed to be inside of you, princess," he growls, dropping his head to my neck and sinking his teeth into my skin before licking it to soothe the sting. "Have to remind myself that you are finally mine, Aria. Need to flood your tight little pussy with my come and mark you." He grunts as he works the head of his shaft into my entrance.

"Daddy," I whimper at the stretching, wanting to break the hold he has on my wrist so I can touch him but it's firm and unrelenting.

"I'll make you feel good, princess," he grinds, his voice and gaze fiercely possessive. "You are mine."

My back arches and my mouth falls open with a scream when he slams forward, burying every one of his thick inches into me. "Daddy," I cry as he starts to rail me, the bed groaning under as he jackhammers into me. His thrusts are violent and movements unrestrained. "Oh God, oh!" I mewl, rocking my hips up to meet his brutal pounding, loving every second of it. Wanting it to last forever but I know it won't.

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