"But violence?—"
"Is sometimes necessary in my world." His thumb strokes my cheek. "I don't expect you to understand or approve. But I won't lie to you either."
The sincerity in his voice catches me off guard. There's no remorse there, but no pleasure in the violence either. Just acceptance of what he sees as necessity.
"Aren't you afraid I'll run now that I know?" I ask, genuinely curious.
A small smile curves his lips. "Brave baby doll," he murmurs, something like pride in his voice. "Most women would be too scared to even ask these questions. But not you."
His praise shouldn't warm me. It does anyway.
"You're not running because deep down, you know what I've always known." His hand slides to the nape of my neck, gripping lightly. "You're mine. And I'll keep you safe, no matter what I have to do."
There's a possessive certainty in his words that should offend me but instead sends heat pooling low in my belly. What is wrong with me that his darkness calls to something in me?
"I shouldn't want you," I whisper, leaning into his touch despite myself. "Knowing what you are, what you've done."
"But you do." It's not a question.
"I do." The admission breaks something loose inside me.
I'm the one who moves first this time, rising on tiptoes to press my mouth to his. He responds immediately, gathering me against his massive frame like I'm something precious. The kiss deepens, becomes hungry, his tongue claiming my mouth the way he's claimed every other part of me.
His hands slide down to cup my ass, lifting me effortlessly. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the couch, sitting down with me straddling his lap.
"That's it," he encourages as I rock against the hard ridge of his erection. "Show Daddy how much you want him."
The word still sends illicit thrills through me, especially now that I know just how forbidden this attraction truly is. I should be repelled by his violence, his possession, his control. Instead, I'm addicted to it.
He helps me strip off my top, his hands immediately covering my breasts, thumbs brushing over sensitive nipples. I gasp, arching into his touch.
"So responsive," he murmurs approvingly. "Such a good little girl for Daddy."
We shed clothes quickly, driven by a need that overwhelms all reason. When I'm naked, he lifts me slightly, positioning me over his thick length. Unlike our previous encounters, he lets me control the descent, watching with dark intensity as I lower myself onto him inch by agonizing inch.
"Fuck," I gasp when he's fully seated, stretching me almost beyond endurance.
"Language," he teases, hands guiding my hips in a slow rock. "Unless you're asking for something specific."
"I am," I manage, surprising myself with my boldness. "Fuck me…Daddy."
His eyes flash with heat and approval. "That's my girl. Taking what she wants."
I begin to move, finding a rhythm that has us both breathing hard. His hands grip my hips, helping guide me but letting me set the pace. It's different from before—I have more control, yet I'm still completely under his spell.
"Look at you," he praises, eyes devouring every inch of me. "So beautiful riding Daddy's cock. Like you were made for it."
His words should embarrass me. Instead, they embolden me. I move faster, taking him deeper, watching with satisfaction as his control begins to fray.
"That's it, baby doll," he groans, hips starting to thrust up to meet my downward movements. "Ride me. Take what you need."
One of his hands slides between us, finding my clit with unerring accuracy. The dual stimulation sends sparks shooting through me, pushing me rapidly toward the edge.
"You gonna come for me?" he asks, voice rough with desire. "Gonna come on Daddy's cock like a good little girl?"
"Yes," I gasp, the pressure building to unbearable levels. "Yes, Daddy, please?—"
"Come," he commands, circling my clit faster. "Come for me now."
