All Chapters of A Hot Daddy For Christmas: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mateo kissed Ariana with bruising intensity, pouring a pent-up desire into the heated clash of lips and tongues. His hands mapped every curve of her body, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh through the thin silk of her gown. There was no clinical precision here, only the raw, unchecked hunger of a man who had finally reached his breaking point. "You're mine," he growled against her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, the metallic tang of it fueling his fire. "No one else can have you. No one else can touch you like this." To emphasize his point, he hiked up her dress, exposing the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings. His calloused fingers traced the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, teasing higher and higher until they brushed against the damp fabric of her panties. "So wet already," Mateo purred darkly, rubbing slow circles over her clothed slit. "Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your mind tries to fight." Ariana’s head fell back against th

The silence in the study after the storm was heavy, broken only by the crackle of the dying fire and the ragged rhythm of their breathing. Ariana lay across the leather couch, her senses reeling. The smell of Mateo—musk, expensive bourbon, and the sharp, copper tang of her lost innocence—was everywhere."Dress yourself," Mateo commanded, his voice returning to that low, authoritative vibration. He was already standing, adjusting his trousers with a calm that bordered on terrifying. It was as if he hadn't just spent the last hour dismantling her soul.Ariana’s hands shook as she pulled the red silk back over her hips. She felt different. Heavy. There was a dull, throbbing ache between her thighs, a constant reminder of the way he had filled her. When she tried to stand, her knees buckled, a sharp sting shooting through her core. She let out a small, involuntary gasp.Mateo was at her side in an instant. He didn't say a word as he reached out, fixing the gold chains of her dress and smo

As Ariana made her way back to Cami, her mind was reeling from the intense encounter with Mateo. The weight of the diamond collar seemed to pulse against her skin, a constant reminder of their forbidden connection. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself before facing her best friend. Cami was in the kitchen, directing the staff with the efficiency of someone born into wealth and privilege. She looked up as Ariana entered, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "There you are! I was starting to think you'd gotten lost. Come on, I want to show you what I got in my stocking!" She grabbed Ariana's hand, tugging her towards the Christmas tree. As they walked, Ariana couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her at the secret she now shared with Mateo. It was like a dangerous game, hiding in plain sight. As the day wore on, Ariana found it increasingly difficult to focus on the festive activities. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Mateo's heated words and the way his hands had

The morning sun of Christmas Day crawled across Ariana’s skin, but it was the dull, heavy throb between her thighs that truly woke her. She shifted beneath the silk sheets of her guest room, a small hiss of breath escaping her lips as her muscles protested. She felt... used. Not in a way that made her feel cheap, but in a way that made her feel claimed.She caught her reflection in the vanity mirror across the room. Her lips were still a deep, bruised red, and the faint marks Mateo had left on the column of her throat were just barely hidden by the fall of her dark hair. A slow, forbidden giggle bubbled up in her chest. Is this what I always wanted? she wondered, her cheeks flushing. To be manhandled like this? To be broken down until I’m nothing but a vessel for his hunger? The thought should have terrified her, but as she ran a hand over the spot where he had bitten her, she knew she had never felt more alive.After dressing in a soft, cream-colored knit dress that clung to her newl

The marina was a symphony of clinking rigging and the low, expensive hum of engines. The Obsidian Star lived up to its name, a massive, predatory silhouette of black steel and glass that dwarfed the surrounding white cruisers. As they stepped onto the polished teak deck, the air was already thick with the scent of sea salt, expensive sunblock, and chilled alcohol.Cami’s friends had already turned the main deck into a playground. A half-dozen girls in designer swimwear were draped over the white leather loungers, their laughter blending with the rhythmic thumping of the speakers. A man stood near the outdoor bar, looking uncharacteristically relaxed in a linen shirt and shorts, a glass of gin in his hand.He spotted them immediately. "Finally! I was starting to think you’d decided to stay home and count your scalpels, Mateo," the man called out, his voice booming over the music."Diego," Mateo acknowledged, his voice a low rumble. He didn't smile, but the tension in his shoulders shif