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Hope was an empty word on the way to disappointment.
“Ready, sweetie?” Yes, bitch.
love it
I should’ve put her down because I was a thirty-two-year-old man who had no business holding a seventeen-year-old in his lap.
Fuck, that went straight to my dick.
I’m a pervert. A happy and satisfied pervert.
“An education is important,” she continued. “A priceless gift that others die for.”
“You need to solve for X.” I didn’t feel great. I was exhausted, meh, and seriously hungry despite the bagel and fruit I’d had for breakfast. “My ex can solve his own problems. I need a snack,” I repeated.
Yes, my uterus is rioting and tearing apart the baby nursery it spent a month making.
We’re at critical levels of oh-shit. Code red. Code-fucking-red.
“No one hurts you. If they do, I’ll make sure they spend the limited time they have left on earth regretting it. It will not be a headache. I’ll enjoy making it clear what happens to anyone stupid enough to touch you.”
“Then I’ll start a fucking war ‘cause you’re sure as fuck worth it. You need someone to take care of you.”
My plans to ease her in shot right out the damn window. Seeing the residual pain, betrayal, and sadness that shadowed her eyes, I muttered, “Fuck, you need a Daddy bad.”
“No, thanks. I had a dad and he caused more than enough problems.” “I didn’t say a dad. I said a Daddy.”
“Lobster mac and cheese with buttered French breadcrumbs, lemon goat cheese, and a sherry reduction. Plus, roasted green beans that no one is going to eat but that needed to be included for color. Enjoy.”
ugh, yum
He doesn’t snack. He doesn’t like most sweets. He eats his green beans. Weirdo.
“Oh, little dove, it’s more than fucking worth it.”
“I’ll teach you what I like.” His smile grew into a wolfish grin. “More importantly, I’ll teach you what you like.”
“Were you touching your pretty pussy, little dove?”
“Are you here to ask your Daddy to make you come?” A volcano of need erupted in her eyes as she nodded instantly. “Please.”
“Don’t ever hide yourself from me. I plan on spending hours and hours staring at this pussy. Show it to me.”
“Please make me come, Daddy.”
“You don’t come unless I say so. You don’t play with yourself without me. If you want to come, I’ll give you what you need. Do you understand, Juliet?” When she nodded, I said, “I need to hear it.”
“But you want me here?” I need you here.
“Christ, do you want me to spank your ass until you can’t sit down?” Yes. Wait, what? No, definitely yes, I maybe certainly want to consider having that happen.
“No, this is definitely a dream because dream-you has an unreal, massive…” Just in time, my brain pulled out of its fog before I finished my sleepy rambling. “Massive what?” he asked, amusement in his cocky tone. “Ego,” I finished. “An unreal, massive ego.”
“Christ, what kind of life have you had?” he muttered, his own fire burning in his eyes. “Not a good one. Not until you.”
“Make sure you know what you’re saying, little dove. I’ll control you. Completely. Every damn aspect of your entire life. You’ll follow my rules. When you break them, I’ll punish you until you hate me and then fuck you until you don’t.”
“I’ll take care of you until you’re just as wrapped up and addicted to me as I am to you.”
This explains why he’s so damn arrogant. He’s got enough to back it up. And then some. Total Big Dick Energy.
What was I supposed to do with my hands?
“I take care of you, dove. You know the rules. Spread your legs for Daddy.”
if you ever try to leave after sex, I’ll take that to mean I haven’t fucked you hard enough. I’ll make sure to rectify that until you can’t even think about standing. That, or I’ll tie you to the bed.”
With her body pressed to mine, her pussy in my hand and her heart beating under my other palm, I knew two things down to my bones. It’d been worth every second. And I was never letting her go.
“Fuck typical. Fuck normal. Fuck what anyone else says. The only person who can tell you what to do is me. And I said pants and panties down.”
“You’re agreeable after you’ve come. I’ll have to remember that.”
“Let’s go, Juliet.” “Don’t you have a meeting? I don’t want to keep you. We can pencil this in for a later date.” “And when would that be?” “February thirty-first?”
“The only person after me is a big, angry Daddy who wants to spank my ass.” Fucking hell, she’s out to kill me.
I can’t stay like this all day.” “You will. No showering. No wiping it off.” I gripped her chin and tilted it up. “And no playing. I’ll know if you do. If you follow the rules, I’ll eat your pussy when I get home. If you don’t, I won’t let you come for a week.”
“Don’t fucking close your legs.”
“I do not snore.” “Like a foghorn.” “No, I don’t.” “Like a forest of lumberjacks sawing wood.”
“Who am I?” he bit out. “Daddy.” “And what does Daddy fucking love to do?” “Take care of me.”
“You said communication was important, Daddy. So I’m communicating my desire to ride your face.”
“Do you think there’s a limit to how wet a woman can get before she risks dehydration? ‘Cause if there is, I’m probably nearing that point.” “Jesus, Juliet. You and your filthy mouth are asking for trouble.”
“Why do I get the feeling you’re going to earn a red ass before you ride my face?” “Because I’m very lucky,”
“We haven’t done it yet.” “You think the fountains will be your favorite?” “No, I think riding your face will be.” “Christ, I should’ve just dragged you to the room. Any fucking room.”
“And I’m the only fucking one who’s ever going to see you.” His voice was low and harsh. “That’s my ass. My sweet pussy. My little dove.”
“No one takes you from me, little dove,” Maximo growled. “No one opens your cage.” God, so close. “Even you.” His thrusts grew vicious, making my eyes unfocused and my thoughts hazy. “I decide when this is over.” My lids drifted closed, my neck arching. “And it’ll never be over. I’ll never let you go because I love you, Juliet. ‘Til the day I die.”
I didn’t need a charming prince at my side. I needed a villain at my back. I needed someone who would love me with obsessive reassurance. Someone who wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty because I knew firsthand that the world was far from a fairy tale.
Daddy: Making sure you have your phone. Me: You changed your contact name. Daddy: Yes.
Not temporary. Permanent. ‘Til the day I die.
