Daddy's Obsession (Filthy Daddies Collection)

❤️ In The Devil's Heat ❤️Talia finally stepped in. The bathroom looked like something out of a five-star hotel. Warm lights and beautiful cream walls. There were huge mirrors and gold designs everywhere. She locked the door behind her, sat on the closed toilet seat for a second, and let out the breath she’d been holding since he found her.She peeled off her wet clothes slowly. Her tank top clung to her like a second skin. Her shorts were heavy with rain. Her panties were cold and sticky. She dumped them all in a pile on the floor.The hot water felt like heaven on her skin.She stayed under it longer than necessary, letting the warmth crawl back into her bones. She washed her hair with something that smelled like honey and mint. She scrubbed her skin until she felt clean again. Even though she was still broke, at least now she is clean.When she finally stepped out, wrapped in a thick towel that smelled like fresh linen, she saw the clothes on the counter. A black oversized pajamas.

❤️ Obey Me (2) ❤️Talia bit her lip and nodded her head, her hands gripping the sheets."Say it, Sunshine. Say it’s for me.""It’s… for you, Daddy."His growl was deeper this time around, full of approval and hunger. Her response had unleashed something primal in him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down to the edge of the bed, his mouth descending between her thighs and he removed his hands and replaced them with his tongue.Talia cried out and didn't know when her fingers tangled in his hair as he tasted her, licked her, twirling his tongue as if he was searching for something inside her pu$sy as he worshipped her. He circled her clit slowly, then faster, then sucked gently until she was a gasping mess, hips bucking against his face."Don’t stop...please don’t stop..."He didn’t. Not until she was moaning his name (daddy), her body arching, breaking into a thousand pieces beneath him. Her orgasm ripped through her like a wave, and he held her through it, licking her softly until

❤️ Getting Her ❤️The car ride was too quiet for her but she didn't mind.Talia sat pressed into the leather seat, her wrists still tingling from the strength of the guards' grip. Her heart hadn’t stopped thudding and her feet brushed against the floor of the car, and she couldn’t stop trembling.Dominic sat beside her, he was too big for the space inside the car.He didn’t even look at her at first. Just rested his arm on the center console and stared out the dark tinted window, his jaw locked, expression unreadable.She thought that maybe if she kept quiet, he’d calm down and ignore her.But then,“I don’t like being disobeyed.”His voice was soft and she flinched at it.“I don't have to go, I didn’t know who you were,” she whispered. “I thought...”“You thought you could sneak out of my house like the thief you are after everything I did for you?”She turned to him then, her voice shaking. “You gave me one night sir. I never asked for anything more. It's not like I am living there.

It was almost evening and Dominic sat in his home office. The glass of whiskey beside him remained untouched as it had gone warm an hour ago. His fingers hovered over the file he hadn’t opened yet.”The name on the file made his heart beat louder than it should.Talia Monroe.He hadn’t meant to follow her, he couldn't call himself a stalker. But when he saw her three days ago he didn't want to let her go. “She looked so lost when he first saw her. He was on his way to one of his companies when he saw her, sitting on the sidewalk, dirty with her hands out begging for money, some people give her, others dont. He had asked his driver to turn back and drive that same place to look at her again, since then he had been struck by her vulnerability and innocent look. So he couldn't call himself a stalker even though he has been watching her for 3 days straight. Yes, he was obsessed with her and wanted her for himself.He didn’t know how to approach her. He didn’t want to scare her off. But n

Chapter 2: The Devil’s Mansion: Scarlett stared at Damien's outstretched hand like it was a snake ready to strike. His fingers were long and elegant. "I can get out myself," she said, ignoring his hand completely. She pushed past him, deliberately knocking his arm away as she climbed out of the car. Her wedding dress caught briefly on the door frame, and she yanked it free with more force than necessary. The expensive fabric tore slightly, but she didn't care. She'd rather burn the whole dress than let it remind her of this nightmare she was facing. Damien stepped back, watching her with those dark eyes. He didn't seem angry that she'd brushed him off. If anything, he looked amused. "Fiesty one, I like that," he said, straightening his suit jacket. "Most women would be crying by now." "I'm not most women." She fired back. "No, you're not." He started walking toward the mansion's entrance. "Come along, sweetheart. Let's get you settled in." Scarlett fell into step behind him,