The red haze descends so fast I barely register moving. One second I'm standing beside Amanda, the next I have Vince pinned to the mats, my forearm across his throat.
"Look at her again and you're done," I growl, low enough that only he can hear. "Touch her again and I'll break every finger, then your fucking wrists."
To his credit, the little shit doesn't struggle. Smart move. I outweigh him by at least fifty pounds of pure muscle.
"Easy, man," he chokes out. "Just being friendly."
"She doesn't need your kind of friendly." I press harder for a moment, making sure he gets the message, then release him.
When I turn back, Amanda's eyes are wide, but not with fear. Something else—something that makes my cock harden instantly. Arousal. My little virgin is turned on by my violence.
"We're leaving," I tell her, taking her hand.
She nods, letting me lead her out. I barely acknowledge Hammer's knowing look as we pass him.
The drive back to my place is tense, my knuckles white on the steering wheel. Every few seconds, I glance at Amanda, expecting to see disgust or fear. But she keeps looking at me withthose big, innocent eyes full of something that looks dangerously like adoration.
"You're not scared," I state when we're stopped at a light.
"No," she says simply. "Should I be?"
"I just attacked a man for looking at you."
She reaches over, places her small hand on my thigh. "You protected me, Daddy.”
Fuck.
Those four simple words snap what little restraint I have left. The moment we're through my door, I have her pinned against the wall, my mouth devouring hers. She responds instantly, arms winding around my neck, body melting into mine.
"Do you have any fucking idea what you do to me?" I growl against her lips. "How insane it makes me when other men look at you?"
Her answer is to rock her hips against the hard ridge of my cock, making me groan.
I spin her around, bending her over the back of my couch. She goes willingly, so fucking trusting it makes my chest ache. I yank her jeans down, followed by her panties, revealing her perfect ass and the pink, glistening pussy that's already wet for me.
"Look at this," I murmur, running one finger through her folds. "Already soaking for me. This little cunt recognizes its daddy, doesn’t it?"
She whimpers, pushing back against my hand. "Please..."
I free my cock, rock-hard and throbbing, and guide it to her entrance. "Please what, princess?"
"Please, Daddy," she whispers, the words sending a bolt of pure lust through me.
I push in slowly, watching my thickness disappear into her tight heat. The sight is fucking mesmerizing. This perfect, innocent girl taking all of me. Trusting me with her body.
"My princess," I groan once I'm fully seated inside her. "Only Daddy gets this body. This tight little pussy belongs to me."
I start thrusting, harder than I should maybe, but I can't help it. The jealousy from the gym still burns through my veins, demanding I mark her. Claim her. Make her undeniably mine.
"Yes," she moans, pushing back to meet each thrust. "Only you, Ryker. Only ever you."
I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, pounding into her with enough force to push the couch forward. "Say it again. Tell me who you belong to."
"You!" she cries out. "I belong to you!"
I reach around to find her clit, rubbing tight circles as I fuck her. "And who am I, princess? Who's cock is stretching this sweet pussy?"
"Daddy," she gasps, her inner walls fluttering around me. "You're my Daddy."
