Quick AN
I said that there would be smut in this chapter, but I decided I actually will put it in two chapters from now, because I just want their character relationship to develop first. But don't worry, the plot will be interesting and there will be some dirty stuff until then. Sorry. Byzeez!
"What do you mean" I asked incredulously.
"You are sleeping with me," he told me again but this time his smirk vanished and had a stern look upon his face.
"You're my father! Tell him I'm right, Hannah," I said as I turned around, expecting to see Hannah. But she wasn't there. In fact she disappeared from the entire room.
"She is downstairs, about to go home," Hairy explained looking amused.
How did she just leave with out me noticing?
"I'll see you in my room at 10:30, your PJs are in the top right shelf" he informed me as he turned to go out the door with a flick of his fingers.
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When he told me PJs, I think he meant lingerie-that-I'm-way-to-young-for-but-it-still-looks-good-on-me-and-it-also-makes-me-look-innocent-UGG. Kill me know. I quickly scurried through the other draws hoping that there would be reasonable clothing, but all there was: lingerie and expensive dresses.
Sighing, I looked at the clock and realized that it was 10:28. I threw on a giant men's t-shirt over my bra and panties. Opening the door I tiptoed around the whole wing trying to find his room, when I did I quickly opened the door and slipped in. There I saw Harry sitting up in his King sized bed shirtless.
His eyes flicked up from TopGear (a british TV show about cars) that was playing on his iPad. I watched as his eyes scoured my body, feeling a tad bit shy.
"Thats my t-shirt." he said after staring at me like I was his prey.
"Umm-yes it is, Captain Obvious,' nervously laugh/stuttered.
"Take it off." he told me as if he was my boss.
"Umm-What?" I asked, shocked by the question.
"Are you deaf? I said take off your- or rather my shirt, Rose." he repeated getting impatient.
"Why can't I keep it on?" I asked, trying to subdue him so he would give up.
"God Damnit, Rose!" he shouted as he stalked towards me and pull the shirt up off me. I shivered at his touch, his fingers gliding against my arms. I made a whimpering sound as a crossed my arms in front of him, and looked away.
It wasn't that I was embarrassed, I was past that point. When I was in the adoption center, this boy that was thirteen pulled my pants down when I was in my pjs. But here is the catch-when I wear my PJs I don't wear underwear. Yeah.... Luckily Caroline, the oldest girl in the orphanage cheered me up after that.
Ignoring him I quickly walked out of the room, I soon found the fucking huge library. Entering it, I looked around amazed, soon I saw one book. Lolita. Standing on my tippy-toes I reached for the book, it fell in my hands as I sat on the edge of the chair, flipping through the pages, my eyes widening. I snapped the book shut as my eyes met Harry's.
Harry stood before me his eyes blazing.
"Rose,"
"Yes?" I inquired
"Do you know what age group that book is meant for?"
"Umm...No?" I nervously lied. Hell I knew what age group it was meant for, I just really want to read. It was on Madame Vennine's DO-NOT-TOUCH bookshelf, and no matter how many times I tried to steal it I always got caught.
"Really..." he mused running his finger along the shelves of the bookshelf
"Totally."
"Do you know what lolita means, Rose?"
"No, Daddy" hoping that if I called him that he would become less angry.
"Well, darling, it means a sexually precocious young girl."
"Oh," was all I could say before he cornered me into the wall.
"You know I'm going to have to punish you for reading such an inappropriate book," his minty breath cooly blowing on my neck, his tone almost amused.
Shivering, I started to complain,"What?! I'm teenage girl that should be entitled to her rights, and on the contract you signed it said, no abuse. So, em, excuse you-"
And right there and then I was flipped on to Harry's lap, my ass in his face. I could literally feel my cheeks burn as he smirked.
"You look sexy, sweety," he complemented me as his hand came down on my ass with a big Slap.
"Shit! What the fuck? That hurt Harry! I'm not a 6 year old," I yelled, trying to bite back tears.
"Thats two more slaps for cursing two times and not calling me Daddy. Such a naughty girl..." I heard him chuckle as he landed two more slaps. Each time harder than the first.
I quickly stood up, oriented myself. "Ahem, Daddy, that hurt like hell. So would be so kind as to-"
I was soon brushed by Harry, as he walked past me saying,"Come to my bedroom, you need sleep. By the way, you sound sexy when you call me Daddy"
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When I woke up I found myself being spooned by Harry, I craned my neck so I could see him sleeping like a doll. Smiling to myself, I quietly walked to the kitchen, putting my shirt back on.
I opened the fridge when I heard a sleep, tire, husky, yet arousing voice.
"Good Morning, Rose"
Turning to see Harry with a sexy case of bed head-Wait! Rose stop thinking these things! He is your father.
"Good Morning, Daddy" I smiled back
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Her Daddy // H.S.
Fanfiction"You are mine and only mine." In which a girl is adopted by her Daddy.
