Page 34 of Claimed By Daddy

His hands not leaving my body, he walks us from the shower and dries me before helping me into his bed. He pulls me close to him—a place that has quickly grown to feel like home—and wraps both of his strong arms around me. With the sheets tangled around us, and his warm breath on the back of my neck, he whispers into the soft curve of my shoulder, “You’re… I don’t even have the words for you, princess.”

Smiling into the pillow, I roll enough to tuck my face into his collarbone. I breathe him in—soap, warmth, and something unmistakably him.

The room falls silent, but it’s not awkward. The quietness of being cocooned in him is comforting, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“I know all of this has been fast…reallyfast.” His voice is low and rough as he pulls me in tighter. “But… I think—” he pauses, his heart suddenly racing beneath my hand splayed over it—“I can’t remember my life before you… Or imagine my future without you.”

My breath catches, and I nearly choke on the sudden lump in my throat. It’s not from fear, but from the sudden overwhelming flood of emotions. Because I’m falling for him. Hard. Faster than I ever thought possible, in the way that feels like gravity—inevitable and terrifying. I shift my weight andprop onto my elbow so I can look up at him. “Me too,” I whisper, the two words cracking nervously off my smiling lips.

His face softens, and he lifts his head to press a kiss to my forehead so gently, like he’s worried I’ll break if he touches me too hard. I lie back on his chest, breathing him in and floating on the high of his confession.

His hand dusts leisurely over the length of my spine as we nuzzle together. “We have to tell your brother.” My eyes snap open as his words shatter my emotional euphoria.

“What?” I exclaim, lifting my head, needing to see his expression.

His brows furrow slightly. “We can’t sneak around anymore, Eavan. Cillian… He saved my life tonight. Literally. I can’t keep lying to him about…this.”

“Youpromised, Enz,” I angrily whisper.

His hand stills on my spine, and he holds me the slightest bit tighter. “I know.”

“No,” I bark. Pulling from his arms completely, I sit up and vehemently shake my head. “You promised you’d wait until I was ready. That we’d have more time to figure this out. ThatIwould have more time.”

He rolls onto his side and pushes onto his elbows, his eyes not once leaving mine. “I did. And I meant it when I said it. But things changed tonight, princess. Cillian insisted I wear that vest to the meeting tonight. That vest is the only reason I’m lying in this bed with you right now and not in a hospital… or the morgue. All I can think about is how he’s looking out for me, and I’m lying to him about us.”

I shake my head. “He’s going to hate me.”

“No, princess,” Enzo quickly rebuts. “He’s going to hateme.I’m the one who crossed the line. I’m the one who’s falling for his little sister. I care about you. So much. I can’t keep treating us like we’re a secret to be ashamed of.”

“I’m not ashamed,” I blurt defensively.

“I know.” He reaches toward me and tenderly grips my thigh. “But that’s how it will look if he finds out before we tell him.”

My heart pounds against my rib cage as I stare down at him. I don’t know if I can handle watching the fallout of the relationships that could be destroyed by our secret.

Ours.

Theirs.

And mine with my brother.

“I need you with me on this.” He softens his voice, nearly pleading for my agreement. “It’s for the best. We will tell him tomorrow. Together.”

Unable to hold his gaze, I look down at my hands curling in the blanket over my lap. I want to beg for a few more days, but I know he’s right. Every day we let this carry on as a dirty secret, it’s only going to look like we knew we were doing something wrong, and my heart tells me there’s nothing wrong about the two of us. “Okay,” I whisper through the tightness in my throat. “We’ll tell him in the morning.”

Enzo reaches for me and pulls me back into his arms, and my body curls against his. “Thank you,” he murmurs, his lips pressed to the top of my head. “I know it’s going to be hard, but we need to do this.”

I nod, uncertain what more to say—part of me already mourning the loss of our privacy.

He wraps both arms around me and tucks me into the crook of his chest. I listen to the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat and try to match my breathing to his. “We’ll figure it out,” he whispers. “No matter what happens tomorrow, you’re mine.”

I’m tangled up in Eavan as the sun starts to peek through the surrounding buildings. We move together, desperate and urgent, needing this final moment of secrecy. Thrusting into her, I groan, “Who does this sweet pussy belong to?”

“You,” she moans. Her back arching from the bed, her tits pressing tighter to my chest as I work her to the brink. She breathlessly pants against my neck, “Daddy… It’s Daddy’s pussy.”

“It’s my pussy, princess. It belongs to me,” I grit, wrapping my hand around her throat. Her pulse races beneath the tight grip of my fingers. “And my pussy is going to come for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she exhales the near-silent cry, her fingernails digging through my shoulders as she unfurls beneath me. Pinning her under me, I take her faster, needing desperately to fill her again.

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