Latte Darling (Darling, #2)

by S.J. Tilly

Because I want to know that there’s someone – anyone – that might love me the way I want to be loved.

I wait for the angel on my shoulder to tell me to keep my pants on and to walk out the front door. But the devil on my other shoulder has the angel tied up and gagged.

And if this thing works out between us, we’ll have to decide if you should call me mom or sister because I call Axel Daddy, too.”

Oh Maddie, you shouldn’t have worn my sweatshirt. There are consequences for your actions, Baby Doll. And you’re about to find out what happens to naughty girls who misbehave.

“You need a man.” Axel inhales through his nose, his huge chest expanding further with the action. “You need me.”

“Here’s your latte, Darling.”

“I thought you liked when… I called you something else.” His eyes darken and I know he knows what I’m talking about. Axel’s fingers dig into the flesh at the top of my ass, pulling me closer. His voice quiet enough so only I can hear. “You can call me Darling in public, but it’s Daddy in the bedroom.”

“Maddison Faye Richards, you can come with me willingly or I can haul you out of here like the brat you are.”