Page 62 of Use Me, Daddy

His thumb brushed along my jawline, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

“You think you can handle my world, baby girl?” he whispered, his voice like velvet. “Are you sure you’re ready for everything that comes with being mine?”

The way he said ‘mine’ sent a thrill through me, and I couldn’t stop the way my lips parted, a soft gasp escaping before I could bite it back. But I didn’t look away.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, my voice steady despite the fire coursing through my veins. “I can handle it. I can handle you.”

A devilish smile played on his lips, and before I could take another breath, he closed the distance between us. His mouth crashed against mine, hungry and demanding, like he’d been waiting for this moment as long as I had. The kiss was fierce, almost bruising, and I felt myself melt into him, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.

Aleksei growled low in his throat, his arms wrapping around me like a vise. He kissed me deeper, his tongue parting my lips, claiming me in a way that sent a rush of heat straight to my core. I was drowning in him, every thought, every fear, every doubt dissolving in the heat of that kiss.

His hands roamed over my back, pulling me flush against him until there wasn’t an inch of space between us. I could feel the hard planes of his chest, the strength in his grip, the iron line of his cock and it only made me want him more. The taste of him—dark, intoxicating, dangerous—was everything I’d been trying to resist, and now that I had it, I was losing myself completely.

He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against my lips, “Then you’re mine now, baby girl. There’s no going back.”

I should have been scared. I should have questioned him, pulled away, demanded answers. But all I could do was nod, my lips still tingling from his kiss, my body aching for more.

“Make me yours,” I whispered.

His mouth crashed into mine again, more intense this time, like he was determined to brand the words into me. And I let him, because in that moment, there was nothing I wanted more than to be consumed by him.

Without breaking the kiss, he bent down, one arm slipping beneath my legs, the other cradling my back. Before I could process what was happening, he lifted me effortlessly into his arms, holding me against his chest as if I weighed nothing at all. I gasped into his mouth, my fingers tightening around his shoulders as he carried me through the penthouse, the city lights flashing by through the tall windows.

“Aleksei—” I tried to catch my breath, but his lips were relentless, capturing mine in another bruising kiss that left me breathless and trembling.

“Shh, baby girl,” he murmured against my lips, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Daddy’s got you.”

We reached his bedroom, a vast, dark space filled with shadows and the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the windows. With a swift, almost casual movement, he tossed me onto the enormous bed. I bounced slightly on the soft mattress, my breath catching in my throat as I looked up at him.

He stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes burning with a hunger that made my pulse race. He was every bit the predator, and I was his willing prey. The thought should have scared me, butinstead, I found myself wanting more—wanting him to devour me whole.

“Look at you,” he said, his voice a dark, velvet growl that sent a wave of heat straight to my core. “So pretty, all laid out like this for me.”

I tried to keep calm, but the way he was looking at me, like I was something he was going to feast on, made my entire body tingle with anticipation.

“Aleksei…” I whispered, not sure if it was a plea or a challenge.

“Ah,malen’kaya devushka,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine as he climbed onto the bed, his powerful frame caging me in. “It’s Daddy now, remember?”

My heart skipped a beat, and I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks burn.

“Say it,” he urged, his voice low and dangerous, his fingers trailing up my thigh, pushing the hem of my borrowed shirt higher and higher. “Tell Daddy what you need.”

I could barely breathe, my thoughts a tangled mess of desire and confusion. But there was no denying the way my body responded to him, the way his words sent a shiver of pleasure through me.

“I… I need to come for you, Daddy,” I whispered.

A slow, wicked smile spread across his lips, and he leaned down, his mouth brushing my ear.

“Good girl,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “But I’m going to need to hear you say it properly. Who do you belong to?”

I closed my eyes, my body arching into his touch as his fingers dipped beneath the edge of my panties. “You,” I gasped. “I belong to you… Daddy.”

His growl of approval was the only warning I got before he crushed his mouth against mine, his kiss hard and demanding, like he was staking his claim on me. I melted into him, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, needing him like I needed air to breathe.

“That’s right, baby girl,” he murmured against my lips, his voice dark and possessive. “You belong to me now. And Daddy’s going to take such good care of you.”

“Daddy,” I breathed.

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