Little Dove (Black Resorts, #1)

by Layla Frost

“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.”

“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.”

“And 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.

Not temporary. Permanent. ‘Til the day I die.

I was happy. Safe. Carefree. Permanent.

“I won, motherfucker.”