She didn’t have time to respond before his lips smashed into hers and took a kiss from her.
The kiss left her panting. Her chest rose and fell in excited and nervous palpitations.
“We need to go downstairs and eat dinner,” he stated. “But… I just had to hold you first. I needed my sweet girl in my arms.”
“Daddy,” she whimpered.
“Yes, sweetpea?”
“I’ve never… done any of that.”
Hot embarrassment burned through her. How pathetic did she sound? Was she the only virgin her age? It was so humiliating! She wanted to please Daddy but didn’t really even have an idea how to start.
Matteo scooped her into his arms and was already carrying her out of her room and across the hall to his when he spoke again.
“Don’t worry, my love. There’s plenty of time. We have forever for Daddy to teach you everything…”
Annika was speechless.
Unclothed, Daddy’s body was even bigger and harder than she’d imagined. His shoulders were giant, like rugged mountains—the tallest peaks in some rocky chain that towered over everything in their shadows.
His arms were massive, yet defined. His chest was the same.
It was as if someone had sculpted him. For a moment, she thought he was less of a man and more of a work of art, but that would imply he was perhaps fragile or only to be looked at.
That was not Matteo.
He exuded toughness. There wasn’t anything that could break him. It seemed as if he owned the very space around him. As if the world was his.
Below the waist, things were even more impressive.
His rod hung halfway down his thigh. It was thick and veiny. Annika couldn’t help but stare as it dangled and swung with his movements.
Oh shit! Daddy was going to rip her up. Break her in in the best ways.
Mmm.
But could she take it?
That thing wasn’t even hard yet and already it scared her.
What would she do when it split her wide open?
“Daddy. You’re going to have to… hold me down.”
“Don’t worry, princess. We’ll start slow. And when the time comes, Daddy will try his best not to hurt you.”
He caressed her face before moving his hand to the back of her head. He forced her forward until their lips met.
“Daddy needs to get his sweetpea out of those clothes.”
While he undressed her, Annika thought briefly about how strange it was. Just a few minutes ago, she’d been terrified to think about Edward Marlot. Now, he was nothing but a distant memory. She felt so safe in Daddy’s presence. Nothing could get to her when she was shielded by him.
The entire world could storm the mansion. A barrage of rage and fire could assault them.
Somehow, she’d come out unscathed.
Because Daddy.
