"Say it again," he commands.
"Daddy… Daddy Ezrah."
He dives for my lips, and I moan the second his mouth claims mine. The kiss is possessive, harsh, demanding, and at the same time, so sweet. Sweet because it's everything I've ever dreamed of.
I wrap my arms around his neck and use the leverage to jump, wrapping my legs around his waist. He catches me easily, slamming me back against the door. His hard cock rubs against mine as he devours me, body and soul.
He bites my lower lip hard, and a second later, I taste blood. Groaning, I plunge my tongue into his mouth, forcing him to taste it. To taste what he does to me.
He can have it all.
My body. My soul. My blood.
It all belongs to Daddy.
He pulls back, gasping for air, but I chase his lips, whimpering, "Daddy."
"You're a needy boy, aren't you?"
"Only for you."
I nuzzle his neck, fighting the urge to mark him. To make it so everyone knows who he belongs to. A single mark on his throat won't be enough, but it'll do for now.
I suck hard on his skin, biting lightly, and grin when his grip on my thighs tightens.
"Remember what you said, Sebastian." Daddy cradles my neck, pushing me further into. "I don't know what I'm doing, but hearing you call another man Daddy made my blood boil."
I pull back with a wide grin. Fuck, I don't think I've ever smiled like this. Daddy frowns.
"Why are you smiling like that?"
"You were jealous."
It's not a question. Still, I brace for him to deny it.
"Yes, I was. And I won't be responsible for what I'll do if I hear you call another man Daddy again. Wrong or not, from now on, that title isonly mine."
My dick pulses on the edge of release just from his words.
"Yes, Daddy."
This title has always been only yours.
Chapter seventeen
Ezrah
After mauling Sebastian in my office, I force myself to send him back to work. We are slammed, and I need a shred of control before I lose myself completely.
Because if I'd let him stay – if I'd kept feeling his cock grinding against mine, hearing those broken moans spilling out of him – I wouldn't have thought rationally. I would have given him everything. And I can't afford that. Not with him. Not when he's the one person who's seen me wrecked before, the one person who could break me all over again.
Part of me keeps wanting to push him away.
I spent the whole day yesterday thinking about Sebastian.
From the second I saw him in the bar again, he ignited a fire in my veins. I want to do things to him I've never wanted to do to another man.
He may think he knows me, but he doesn't.
