Page 40 of Claimed By Daddy

While the matching set on the display next to us looks amazing, my curvy body looks nothing like the super-toned size-zero mannequin. “I’mnotwearing that,” I scoff, rolling my eyes.

“I’m buying it, because I know how fucking gorgeous it’ll look on you,” he insists, dusting his fingers down the length of my spine. “I’ll prove it to you.”

He takes my hand and leads me toward the dressing room at the back of the store. Ushering me into the small stall, he shuts the curtain and waits on the other side. I stand in the middle of the tiny room and stare at the sheer strips of fabric. I swallow hard, glancing between the risqué lingerie in my hand and my reflection in the mirror.

“I’m waiting, princess.”

After stripping off my clothes, I fold them neatly and drape them over the navy upholstered chair in the corner. Inhaling a deep breath and releasing it slowly, I remove the tiny scrap of fabric—apparently panties to this designer—from the hanger,pull them up my thighs, and situate the tiny spaghetti straps on my hips. I step into the ribbons making up the teddy and attached garters, relieved to have seen the display mannequin to have even a semblance of an idea how this thing is supposed to be worn.

Trying not to overthink how this looks on me—like a trussed roast—I tentatively draw back the curtain separating me from Enzo. His eyes darken immediately, raking over every inch of my skin like a starving man. He doesn’t move, but looks seconds from pouncing on me. “You look fucking irresistible.”

“Fine, you can buy it,” I nervously laugh, shaking my head and feeling my skin flush. With a tug of the curtain, I try to pull it shut. My movement is met with his firm hand wrapping around my wrist, tearing my grip from the fabric. Letting himself into the tiny dressing room, he pulls the curtain shut behind him.

Stalking toward me, he runs his thumb along his lower lip and backs me against the wall. “No, princess. I’m afraid Daddy is going to fucking ruin this one.”

Enzo closes the distance between us, leaving only a breath of air between our bodies as he towers over me. “It looks even better than I imagined,” he murmurs, more to himself than to me. His fingers skim my shoulder, slow and reverent, tracing the edge of the strap before dusting down to my elbow. The tender, intimate touch steals the breath from my lungs.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he states simply, like it’s a fact. His hands settle at my waist, thumbs brushing over my bare skin, and he leans in until his forehead rests against mine.

My racing heart thunders in my ears. “This is so inappropriate,” I whisper.

“No, princess”—a devilish grin spreads across his face—“what I still plan to do to you here is inappropriate.”

Before I can argue, he abruptly uses his grip on my hip to spin me. He shoves my face into the mirror as his hands roughly grab my wrists and pin them to the mirror above my head. Adjusting his grip, he holds them firmly with one hand as the other runs down my body. He fists the delicate string running over my hip and tears the thin panties from my body as I gasp, “We’re going to get caught.”

Dropping the scrap of fabric to the floor, he hastily undoes his belt and lowers his pants. “Then we better make it quick, and you better be quiet.” He tugs at my hips, pulling me toward him until I’m finding purchase against the mirror. Fisting my hair, he steers my gaze to our reflection. “I want you to see what you fucking do to me.”

With my hair laced around his fingers and his other hand gripping the ribbons of the teddy at my waist, Enzo slams into me without restraint. My arms buckle at the force; his firm hold on me is the only thing keeping my face from slamming into the mirror.

He fucks me without abandon, demanding that we both come quickly. The pleasure building at my core is overwhelming, and I close my eyes as the swell of euphoria teases me. “Watch us,” Enzo breathlessly demands, grasping my hair tighter. The pain radiating around my scalp is countered with the ungodly pleasure he’s providing between my thighs. “Watch yourself come. See how much you love my cock stretching out your tight little pussy.”

Struggling to keep my gaze on the mirror, I watch my expression gradually shift. My eyebrows draw together, and my lips part—the lower one trembling slightly as I let out a rushed, shaky breath. The flush in my cheeks deepens, and my mouth gapes wide, a breathy scream rising from me as Enzo hastily buries himself deep and throws me over the edge.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he pants, drawing my attention from my reflection to his. Fighting against himself, his jaw is clenched painfully tight. His eyes are half-lidded, dark with focus, and flickering between control and surrender. Tension fills every line of his face, his lips pursing together and his heavy breaths blowing between them, sharp and uneven. His throat bobs with a swallow, and he bites down on his lower lip, painfully resisting the inevitable. A fight he can’t win.

He slams into me with a savage roar, pulling so hard at the ribbons of my teddy that it tears at the seams. His eyes are glassy when they meet mine, and he exhales a series of heavy grunts before filling me with his release. Holding my stare in our reflections, he snakes his hand around my neck and pulls me into his chest. “Look at my cum dripping from you,” he tsks, drawing my attention to the cum trickling down my thighs from where our bodies meet. He pulls from me, runs the head of his cock through the creamy trail and quickly buries himself deep in me again. While kissing along the side of my neck and sliding into me with deep, leisurely strokes, he breathlessly whispers, “Daddy’s babies belong deep inside you, princess.”

Pulling my face to his over my shoulder, his lips sloppily find mine before I can speak. His hands slide over my body, like he’s memorizing every inch of me. “I’ll never get enough of you,” he mutters through our kiss, the words vibrating against my lips. “I don’t know when this happened, but I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.”

His words catch me so off-guard; I’m left completely speechless as he tucks himself back into his pants and uses the tattered panties from the floor to wipe the remnants of his cum from my thigh. I try to find words to say something—anything—to let him know how I feel. “Guess Iwillbe buying these after all,” he teases, and my moment to return his sentiment has passed. He shoves the now-stained fabric into his pocket as I wriggle from the rest of the destroyed lingerie.

His hands not leaving my body, he tenderly helps me dress—the act somehow more intimate than him undressing me. “I can do that,” I insist as he pulls my panties up my thighs.

“There’s nothing in this world you can’t do, princess.” He stares up at me as he pulls them over my ass. “But I like taking care of you. So let me.”

Enzo pulls open the thin curtain of the dressing room, and I smooth my tangled hair in the mirror before taking his extended hand. He leads me through the store to the saleswoman behind the counter, looking bemused. When we pass the display with the plum lingerie set, Enzo pauses to grab another in my size. Setting it on the checkout counter, he flatly insists, “Charge me for two of these.”

“Two?” The woman arches her brow.

“Yes.” He glances at me as he pulls a black card from his wallet and slides it across the counter. “There was a slight mishap with the other one in the dressing room. Respectfully, I insist on purchasing them both.”A mishap…Is that what we’re calling it now?

The older woman’s gaze darts between the two of us—with the same unapproving scowl of my brother—as she runs his card, and an uncontrolled chuckle rises from me. “Sorry,” I snort, quickly grabbing the bags and heading toward Hawk at the front door before embarrassing myself further.

“Ma’am.” He reaches out to take the heavy bags from me. “Successful trip?”

“A verysuccessful trip,” Enzo answers for me, taking my hand. “I’m quite certain she’s very satisfied with what she got.” My cheeks burn hot, near certain that everyone within a five-block radius is aware that Enzo just fucked me senseless in the upscale boutique.

We cross the street, walking slowly, with Enzo’s hand firmly on the small of my back. “Thank you.” I smile, glancing up at him.

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