Alle Kapitel von A Hot Daddy For Christmas: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

Inside the locked stateroom, the air was thick with the smell of Julian’s expensive cologne and Ariana’s mounting terror. Julian tossed the keycard onto the vanity, his eyes dark with a stubborn, ugly persistence."Don't be like that, Ari," he said, stepping closer as she backed into the door. "You’ve been playing the part all day. You wanted this.""I said no, Julian! Get away from me!" Ariana’s voice cracked. She tried to shove him back, but he was stronger, his hands pinning her wrists against the mahogany door."You’re just tense. You need to relax," he whispered, his face hovering inches from hers. Ariana struggled, a muffled cry escaping her as she kicked at his shins, the sounds of the struggle barely carrying past the heavy, soundproofed door.Upstairs on the deck, Mateo was a statue of suppressed violence. He stood with Diego, but he wasn't listening to the conversation. His internal clock was ticking. They had been gone too long. His possessive instincts kicking in.He didn't

The hum of the yacht’s air conditioning was the only sound in the stateroom for a long time. Ariana lay with her head on Mateo’s shoulder, her breathing finally evening out. The trauma of Julian’s hands on her felt like a distant, blurry nightmare, completely erased by the heavy, thorough weight of Mateo’s possession.Mateo’s hand traced the line of her spine, his touch absentminded but proprietary. He wasn't looking at her; he was staring at the ceiling, his jaw still tight with the remnants of his protective fury."We have to go back up," Mateo said, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. He didn't move to get up, his arm tightening around her for a moment as if he were reluctant to share the sight of her with the world again. "Cami will be waiting."Ariana shivered at the mention of her friend. "How am I supposed to look at her, Mateo? She saw... she saw you on top of me. Even if she thinks it was a rescue, the tension was so thick.""Cami is blinded by her own guilt right now," Mate

The tension in the air crackled like static before a storm, thick with unspoken desires and forbidden longing. Mateo’s fingers traced the delicate curve of Ariana’s collarbone, his touch featherlight yet searing, as if he were memorizing every inch of her skin. His lips hovered near hers, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her body, the way her pulse fluttered beneath his fingertips like a trapped bird. "You’re mine," he murmured, his voice a growl that sent shivers down her spine. "No one else. Not Julian. Not Tyler. Only me." His hand slid down, slipping beneath the silk of her robe, brushing against the soft flesh of her hip, tracing the line of her thigh with slow, deliberate strokes. His touch was possessive, hungry, and utterly relentless. Mateo’s fingers dug into her thighs, lifting her effortlessly as he pressed her back onto the plush mattress, the fabric of the robe bunching around her waist. His mouth descended upon hers in a kiss that was more than p

The sheets were a tangled mess of silk and sweat, the air heavy with the scent of their recent collision. Mateo lay over Ariana, his heavy frame still pinning her into the mattress. He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes dark and clinical.‎‎"After dinner," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly command. "Once Cami has retired for the night, you will come to my office. Do you understand?"‎‎Ariana nodded weakly, her body still humming from his touch. "Yes, Mateo."‎‎"Good. Now get dressed," he said, rolling off her with predatory grace. "Cami expects us downstairs. Do not keep us waiting."‎‎Dinner was a masterclass in tension. Cami sat to Ariana’s left, her face still pale from the day’s events. As she reached out to squeeze Ariana's hand, she froze. "Oh my god, Ari... what is that on your neck?"‎‎Ariana’s heart stopped. She instinctively reached for the high collar of her shirt.‎‎"Is that a bruise?" Cami asked, leaning in closer. "Don't tell me Julian did that.

"Gonna fill this womb with my seed," Mateo panted harshly, sweat beading on his brow from the exertion. His voice was no longer that of the refined surgeon; it was the voice of a man claiming territory.Ariana’s vision blurred as the pressure on her throat sent a rush of dizzying euphoria through her mind. She could feel every pulse of his massive cock as it hammered into her, bottoming out against her cervix. Her wrists strained against the emerald velvet, the plush fabric the only soft thing in a world that had suddenly become hard and absolute.As her body began to coil, the familiar tension of a climax beginning to spark in her core, Mateo suddenly slowed his pace. He stopped the brutal thrusting, pinning her hips against the desk and pulling her head back by her hair."Look at me," he commanded, his eyes boring into hers.Ariana whined, her hips bucking instinctively, seeking the friction she needed to break. "Please... Mateo, I’m... I’m right there...""I didn't give you permiss