“The princess shall have what the princess wants,” Damien says, grabbing the chainsaw from the sled. “Don’t be a brat.” “Shut up,” I say under my breath. Without warning, Damien grabs my jaw, tracing his gloved thumb over my lips. “What was that?” he asks, staring at me with piercing blue eyes, leaving my knees weak. “You’re the best,” I playfully murmur, lustfully gazing up at him. “Daddy.” “Yeah.” He crookedly grins, leaning into me. “That’s what I thought.”
