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. So, pants off it is.

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 shouldn’t be here. Not with him.” He takes another step. “No?” I ask, barely audible. Axel shakes his head. “You don’t need a boy like that.” “What do I need?” “You need a man.” Axel inhales through his nose, his huge chest expanding further with the action. “You need me.”

Oh. My. Fucking. God. I’m dead. I’ve literally died and gone to what-kink-is-this heaven.

I’m gonna die. That dick is gonna rip me in half.

Jesus Monster-Dick Christ. I can’t decide if I’m excited or terrified.

“Now get out of the car, before I drive us straight home and break my promise.” “Your promise?” “Yeah. My promise to wait until tonight to fuck you into tomorrow.”

“You can call me Darling in public, but it’s Daddy in the bedroom.”