All Chapters of Daddy’s Good Girl : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Zella He was looking at me. I licked my lips, feeling my throat suddenly go dry at the sight of Isaiah King's eyes on me. My palm grew clammy with sweat, and I wiped it nervously over my skirt. His steel grey eyes dropped to my hands to follow the motion, then moved slowly back up, sending heat up my skin. When those eyes met mine again, they were hot and molten. "Zella and I can’t wait to get married!" Oliver's voice broke through the haze, making me tear my gaze away from him and look around at the guests at my engagement party. God, what was wrong with me? This was precisely why I needed to get married. This obsession with Isaiah King had to stop. "Oh, I'm sure," Thomas Carmicheal, my father, grinned, clapping a hand on Oliver's back. "It is meant to be, isn't it, Isaiah? My daughter is marrying my best friend's son, that's a match made in heaven." I winced as people nodded in agreement, blushing because I had, in fact, been having terrible thoughts about a man who wasn't

Zella I shattered into a million pieces. My body arched off the counter into him as I clung to him for dear life. The room spun, my world turned bright, and there was a loud ringing in my ear. It took a few seconds to realise the ringing was my moans as I climaxed hard around his fingers. I stared up at Isaiah, dazed and slick with pleasure. He held up his fingers, glistening in the light and brought them to his lips. I watched his tongue lap up my juices from his fingers. He let out a shaky breath, then a groan, closing his eyes. The sight undid me. Why did he look like he was in ecstasy? I didn't think I tasted that good. I watched him lick up my juices on his fingers, give another groan before pushing away to lower his head to my pussy. I gasped, dropping on my elbows, watching the man of my dreams lower his mouth on my cunt. "You taste better than I imagined.""You've imagined-" my words got caught off in a moan when he pressed his tongue flat against my clit. "ISAIAH," H

Zella“You may kiss the bride.”My stomach turned as I heard the words. My pulse increased as Isaiah turned to me, his grey eyes burning holes into my skin. His hands were already reaching for me, and I fought the urge to turn around and bail out of the registry. I was his wife now. God, I was married to him. A month ago, I would have been overjoyed to be in his arms. Now, all I felt was blinding hate for the man I had wanted in the past six years and anger at the way my body burned for the same man who destroyed my father’s company.His fingers brushed my jaw gently, tilting my face up toward his. My knees shook. I couldn’t breathe. I hated him. I hated him so much I wanted to scream. All I could remember was me begging him foolishly on the night of my engagement party. Please, just this once. God, I was so stupid. If Isaiah King thought that he had won, he was making a huge mistake. I swallowed the shame and flinched when his mouth brushed mine. His scent, that deep spicy sc