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I can't help but grin. My filthy mouth can't resist saying the words she loves hearing so much, either. "That's my good little girl."
We don't speak again until we're inside my car. This time, she's free. It feels surreal—no more hiding, no more secrets, no more Stanley Maynard stressing her the fuck out. Now, it's just me and my baby girl, exactly the way it should be.
"Davina," I say, glancing over at her. She turns to look at me, biting her lip nervously.
"Yes, Daddy?" Her voice is soft, full of anticipation.
"I want you to know something." My throat is thick with emotion, but I force the words out anyway. "No one is ever going to hurt you like you were hurt today ever again. I won't allow it. No one will ever use who you are against you again. You're perfect exactly the way you are. Every single thing about you is my favorite thing."
She blinks quickly, tears welling in her eyes. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispers, her voice cracking on the last word. "You make me feel perfect."
"That's because you are, baby girl. So fucking perfect it shouldn't be possible."
A tiny smile tips her lips up, a little of the confidence that fucker stole today returning to her eyes. Thank God.
"I love you." I say it softly, but with a conviction that leaves no room for doubt.
Her smile grows. "I love you too, Daddy."
Those four words ignite something in me. Something powerful, primal. My little girl is ready to be claimed. And her daddy is more than ready to do the claiming. For a fucking lifetime.
Chapter Eleven
Davina
By the time we get home, I'm trembling with desire. Micah pulls me out of the car and into his arms, his lips coming down on mine in a hard kiss.
I wrap my body around his, clinging like a vine. I don't ever want to let him go.
"Daddy," I breathe into his mouth. "I love you."
His lips curve into a grin against mine. "I love you too, baby girl," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. His arms tighten around me as he lifts me up, carrying me bridal style toward the house.
He shoulders the front door open, and I find myself melting at the sight of the home he says he built for me, the place where I've discovered so much of myself. As we walk through the doors, those little pieces that Stanley broke today begin to reform—stronger than before. This is who I am and where I belong. No one else has to understand it. It isn't for them to understand. This is just for me and my daddy.
We're the only ones who matter here. No one else.
Micah's pace quickens as he climbs the stairs, each step amplifying my anticipation. "You ready for a game, little girl?" he asks, his voice barely more than a growl.
A shiver of excitement ripples through me as I instinctively fall into my role, eager, willing…unashamed.
"What game, Daddy?" I ask, my heart pounding.
"We're going to play the quiet game," he whispers into my ear. I feel the heat radiating from him; it's deliciously intoxicating.
"And what's the quiet game?" My voice is breathless with curiosity and desire.
"Well," he chuckles, stepping over the threshold into the bedroom. "I'm going to fuck you." His words make me shiver in his arms. "And you're not going to make a sound."
As he lays me down on our bed and then steps back, stripping out of his clothes, a thrill races through me. Can I fight back my moans? Can I keep quiet under his touch?
Probably not. But if my daddy wants to play, I'm not going to tell him no.
Are you kidding me? I may be a mess, but I'm not crazy.
He crawls onto the bed with me, his eyes dark with desire as he quickly strips me bare. An involuntary gasp escapes my lips as his rough hands slide over my bare flesh, igniting a familiar ache that throbs deep within me. His touch is electric, sending waves of pleasure down my spine every time his fingers dig into my soft curves.
"Shh," he murmurs, pressing a finger to my lips. His voice is tinged with amusement and a hint of danger that makes me wetter.
