Page 25 of Claimed By Daddy
I spend all day trying to get a moment alone with him, but it’s impossible. This massive apartment feels too small—Cian and Nik are constantly wherever we are. Enzo is repeatedly pulled into calls—actually, the three of them are—pacing the apartment with that low, commanding voice that makes my skin tingle. Regardless of how busy or crowded we are, his eyes always find mine. Across the kitchen. Beyond the windows from the terrace. A glance. An ogle when he can. A spark that grows with every stare—until I’mburning.
Muttering something about needing a pen, I sneak into his room. It’s a flimsy, transparent excuse. But I don’t care. His room is dark, the curtains drawn tight. It smells like him—stronger and more dangerous. I run my fingers along the edge of the mattress, my pulse suddenly racing.
I don’t hear the door open behind me, but Ifeelhim. I turn slowly, finding him standing in the doorway, framed by the fluorescent light from the hall. His eyes are locked on me, the dark chocolate pools full of ravenous hunger. He closes the door behind him and steps toward me, unhurried.
“What are you doing in here?” His voice is low. Controlled. Like a dam about to break.
“You know,” I whisper so softly that it’s barely audible.
“I know?” he teases and keeps coming.
He stops in front of me, so close I can feel the heat radiating off his body. He reaches up, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, his thumb lingering on my cheek. “This is fucking hell,” he exhales, his warm breath blowing over my face.
“I’ve been trying to get you alone all day.”
“You think I don’t know that, princess?” he murmurs. His hand slides to my waist, tugging me against him like it’s nothing—a gasp blows from me when I slam against his firm body. His mouth hovers just above mine, close enough that I can practically feel his lips.
I fist his shirt and press onto my toes to close the distance between us. “They’ll hear us.”
“Let them.” His lips brush my cheek, maddeningly close yet so far from where I want them. He dips his head, his lipsfeathering against mine as a crash erupts from the kitchen—both of us freeze as Cillian yells and Nikolai curses. “Later,” Enzo groans softly, pressing his forehead to mine. Pulling back, his jaw is tight with restraint. “Go help them with dinner. They clearly need it.”
Doing as he asks, I head downstairs to find complete chaos in the kitchen. “I’m not eating that,” I huff, crossing my arms, taking in the burned chicken sizzling on the counter. “Maybe stick with the scrambled eggs a while longer before moving onto more advanced culinary skills,” I tease.
“I’m not eating that either.” Nik scrunches his face, swiping through his phone. “I have a strict rule about not eating anything I almost had to use the fire extinguisher on. I’m ordering us pizza.”
The boys all tell jokes and ridiculous stories through dinner. It’s easy and lighthearted—at least it appears that way. I’m still restless and burning from the inside out. An issue that only intensifies when Enzo meets my gaze across the table.
As it gets late, everyone retreats to their rooms—me to Cillian’s with him on the couch again. I curl up in bed, wrapping myself in the blankets, my book open in my lap, untouched because the words are a blur. All I can think about is Enzo’s hands on my thighs. His mouth on my neck. The way he keeps looking at me like he’s seconds from losing control.
The apartment grows dark and quiet, but I don’t sleep.
I wait.
For one more stolen moment.
Hoping. Aching. Burning.
TWO DAYS LATER
Lying awake in bed, my hands laced behind my head, I stare up at the ceiling and listen to the soft, distant hum of the city beneath us. The apartment is completely silent, except for the steady and occasional loud snoring of Cillian, completely passed out cold on the couch in the living room.
I’ve lain here for an hour with my door open, both waiting for the silence and hoping desperately that the urge to storm into Eavan’s room would pass. The ache for her definitely hasn’t dwindled. Every minute that I’ve waited has only fueled my need to stride down the hall. After two days of stolen glancesand fleeting touches, I’m fucking hard as hell at the mere thought of putting my hands on her soft body.
Fuck it!
After sliding from bed, I step into the hall and walk to Eavan’s room. I pause to glance into the living room to ensure Cillian is asleep before gripping the knob and silently pushing it open, slipping within the darkness cloaking the room. Closing it behind me with barely a click, I stand in the dark shadows of the corner for a moment and watch her. “Are you awake, princess?”
“Enz…” She groggily whimpers my name into the darkness, barely roused awake.
“I’ll take that as a not really,” I mumble to myself with a smile, clinging to the wall like it’s the only thing keeping me from doing what I want. Taking what I need. She rolls onto her pillow, the movement pulling at the blankets and causing them to slide from her hip. The moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows dances over her alabaster skin. She groans my name again, and I find every bit of restraint draining from my body with each passing second.
Locking the door and stripping off my clothes, I climb onto the bed and slip beneath the covers. A soft, raspy moan rattles from her as I press against her. “Please, Daddy,” she murmurs so softly I almost don’t hear it above the rustling of the sheets as I pull them over us.
“Are you dreaming about me, princess?” I ask, a smile tugging at my lips. Gingerly, I roll her onto her back and settle between her thighs without waking her. I rest myrigid cock against the warmth of her wet pussy.Apparently, it’s a really good fucking dream.Dipping my head, I brush my lips softly against hers and swipe her hair from her face. The touch startles her awake, and she sucks in a startled deep breath. I clamp my hand over her mouth seconds before she releases it in a scream. “Shhhh. It’s just Daddy,” I soothe.
“Enz? What are you doing here?” she grumbles sleepily against my palm as I slowly pull it back from her mouth.
“You need me so badly, you’re in here dreaming about me fucking you. So excited at the thought of it, that my tight little pussy is ready for me to slip my thick cock inside you without me even touching you.” I arch my hips backward until the head of my cock is resting against her dripping entrance. “And I can’t go another night without you.”
