His jaw clenched, his thumb rubbing patterns on my skin, making me wish he would never stop touching me, no matter how wrong it was. “Yes, when we were fifteen,” he replied, his tone firm. “I was confused when I was barely a teenager. I’m not confused now. I want you.” He kissed my knuckles. “Onlyyou, Princess.”
My body felt warm at the soft press of his lips. I could feel the tension hovering around us, and the thought of my mom cooking something delicious for me while I’m upstairs in my room with her high school boyfriend made me feel…strange.
“I need some time,” I said, pulling away from his hold and making space between us. I paced around the small space and saw movement across the small window.
“He lives next door?” His voice had an edge to it, staring at Jesse’s room. I blinked when he walked over to my window and closed it shut along with the curtains.
“Yes, our moms are good friends,” I said, not adding the part where they made a pact that they wanted to see me and Jesse get married and have three children. I felt sick thinking about being alone with Jesse, let alone having his children.
Sean turned towards me and I licked my lips at the look on his face. He wasn’t worried anymore. Instead, he looked slightly mad.
“Which reminds me,” he said slowly, prowling towards me. I took a step back and kept backing away until my back touched the edge of my study desk, making me shiver. He didn’t stop until his tie was brushing my top. Sean leaned down, his arms placed on either side of me, trapping me.
“You didn’t pick up my call, Princess,” he whispered, his warm breath brushing over my neck and making me shiver.
“I-it died,” I said truthfully. “I didn’t have a charger?—”
“Shh,” he said, eyes so dark they looked like onyx orbs. “I didn’t ask you to speak.”
I closed my mouth and peered at him through my lashes.
“You broke your promise.” He cocked his head, and I felt like a mouse trapped by a cat who was enjoying its hunt. “What should I do with you, Princess,hm?” He asked, mostly to himself.
My breathing increased. I felt heady from his cologne and closeness. His deep voice purring in my ears didn’t help.
“Buy me an ice-cream?” I said, my voice small.
I knew I was fucked when he chuckled softly.
My eyes widened when his hand wrapped around my neck and he put light pressure on the sides, making me take a sharp breath.
“My little brat wants an ice-cream after scaring me for half a day,hm?” he said, raising his brow.
I couldn’t help it. He was threatening me, but the playful gleam in his eyes made mewantto be his naughty brat.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said, gasping when he tightened his hold before releasing my throat and cupped my face.
“You know how I should punish you, Princess?” He asked, his body pressing against mine.
My lips parted when I felt the familiar bulge against my stomach. He was hard as a rock.
“W-what Daddy?”
“I should bend you over this desk and fuck you without letting you cum.”
22
DADDY’S PRINCESS
SEAN
Chelsea looked surprised when I pressed against her body. I had trapped her, but the way she looked at me was as if I was her knight in shining armor. Like she wanted to be trapped and used by me.
She didn’t know how fucking precious she was for having such a dirty mind with a naïve look on her face.
I had located her house address, and without thinking, drove to Coral Springs and knocked on her door. Only to come face to face with Marie, my ex-girlfriend. I lied and made up an excuse that I was in the town and figured I would stop by and see how she was doing. She was divorced, had two kids and worked overtime.
If only I had known she was Chelsea’s mother.
