Zara's POV The words should have scared me. The dark edge in his voice, the way he talked about hurting someone for getting too close… it should have made me push him away. But instead, heat flooded straight between my legs. My pussy throbbed hard, and I felt fresh wetness leak out of me, dripping onto the kitchen counter beneath my ass. I smiled, slow and a little wicked, and wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer so his hard cock pressed right against my bare pussy.“I understand, Daddy,” I whispered, voice soft but steady, looking straight into his eyes. “I don’t want anyone else anyway. Just you. Only you.”His eyes darkened even more, turning almost black with hunger. One hand slid up from my ass to wrap gently around my throat again, thumb stroking slow over my racing pulse point. The other stayed on my ass, squeezing harder, pulling me right to the edge of the counter so my wet pussy was pressed tight against the thick bulge in his pants. I could feel how
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