Daddy for Davina – Silver Spoon After Dark Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Insta-Love, Kink, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
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I'm not stupid enough to let her go now.

Taking her to her house in the mornings so she can drive to work by herself is killing me. It's been three days and I'm already done hiding the fact that she's mine. She belongs here with me. If her boss doesn't like it, he can get fucked.

She always comes first. I'm so in love with her, I can't think straight. I don't want to think straight. All I want is her—in my life, in my arms, in our home, every single day forever. I've had two years to accept that this obsession is as permanent and unalterable as the sun. Nothing will change it now.

Listening to her tell me about the way she grew up the other day only made me even more certain—her place is right here with me. It's time that she knows just how permanent this is, too.

"Close your eyes, baby girl," I croon, waiting until she obeys my quiet command. Her eyes flutter closed, her submission instinctive and complete.

My cock throbs, aching for her. Fuck. I was just in her, fucking her raw, and I already want her again. Always, I want her again. But this isn't about that.

I grind my thumb against her clit again before slipping my hand from between her legs. "Stay right there. Don't move an inch."

She whines, gripping onto the edge of the island as if to keep herself upright. I smile at the sight of her, so eager and obedient. So fucking mine.

Leaving her there, I stride back toward our scattered clothes. My suit jacket is a crumpled mess on the floor, forgotten in our haste to undress each other. As I bend to pick it up, I feel her eyes on me, intense and hungry. The hunger rolling off her sends a bolt of lust straight to my cock.

Returning to her, I watch her for a moment. Her hands clutch the edge of the island, her chest heaves with shallow breaths, drawing attention to her full breasts covered in my marks.

Fuck, she's a sight to behold. Submission suits her.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" I ask as I approach her.

She blushes, dropping her gaze shyly as if she's embarrassed by the compliment.

Shaking my head at her innocence, I reach out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The soft blonde strand slips through my fingers like silk.

I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder as I pull the necklace from my jacket pocket. As the cool metal chain brushes against her skin, she gasps softly.

"I love you," I whisper, fastening the delicate clasp around her neck. The small pendant settles between her breasts.

Her wide eyes meet mine, full of awe. "Daddy," she breathes.

"I mean it, little girl. I love you." I press my lips to her temple, breathing her in. I don't care if it's too soon or if the whole fucking world thinks I'm crazy, I'm hers—body and soul.

Her eyes flutter before they drop to the necklace. Her breath hitches as she takes it in—a symbol of my possession, my obsession, and most importantly, my love for her.

"This is so you never forget where you belong, Davina," I murmur as she strokes a shaking finger along the delicate little teddy bear pendant. "No matter where you are or what you're doing, you'll wear this and remember that you belong with your daddy. It says so right here." I nod at the little lines of pink that make up the heart. "That says Daddy's Baby Girl in Morse code. You'll always know what it says, but you don't have to share it with anyone you don't want to share it with."

"Daddy!" she sobs, flinging herself at me. "I love it."

I catch her to me, wrapping my arms around her. God, I'm hers. In every fucking way, I'm hers. I cup her cheek, brushing my thumb softly against her flushed skin. "Never forget that I belong to you too, baby girl. My heart is yours."

"I love you," she whispers, those three little words wrecking me. She pulls me in for a kiss that leaves me breathless, drinking from my lips as if she intends to steal my soul. As if she needs to do it. It's already hers. "I want you to move in here with me. No more running to your house in the morning to change."

"You want me to move in?"

"Fuck yes," I growl.

She whimpers, pressing her lips to mine again. I take the invitation, devouring her like the perfect little treat she is.

When we break apart this time, my gaze drops to the pendant shining between her breasts. In my world, it's more meaningful than a ring. It's a symbol of everything we are together, a bond that goes far deeper than anything a simple marriage contract grants.



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