Little Dove (Black Resorts, #1)

by Layla Frost

Moonlight, Sunrise, Star, and Nebula.

Then, in a dining room of a mansion that belonged to a powerful and deadly man, a goon taught me math better than any teacher I’d ever had could.

“I’ll take care of you until you’re just as wrapped up and addicted to me as I am to you.” No hesitation. No bracing. No thoughts or worries or pride. Automatic and honest, I whispered, “I already am, Daddy.”

He’d been worried. That was the desperation in his kiss. The distance he’d placed between us. He’d been scared I’d leave. He doesn’t want to lose me.

Everyone knew gray sweats were the equivalent of male lingerie.

I’VE CREATED A monster. No, that isn’t true. He’s always been a monster. But now he’s my monster.

No, I grinned. “He’s going to hunt you down,” I said matter-of-factly. “He’ll never stop. And when he catches you, he’ll make sure your death is slow and painful.”

Like that scene from Mr Right…

I didn’t need a charming prince at my side. I needed a villain at my back.