Daddy's Dark Desires Novels & Stories

And part of me, a dark, forbidden part, wanted to claim her myself, to hold her close and never let anyone else, not even Dwayne, touch her again. Cyrus nudged me gently in the mind, his voice low and teasing. You feel it, don’t you? That heat. That need. That fire for your daughter… and for desire, George. You want to protect her… and maybe something more. I groaned, a low, throaty sound that carried the weight of frustration and longing. Something more, I repeated silently. The words burned in my chest. My wolf hummed in agreement, claws flexing within, muscles coiling. I couldn’t deny it anymore. I wanted her. Not just as a father—though I would do anything to protect her—but in a way tha

I wanted something to cool the wild ache throbbing between my legs. He dropped back onto the couch, exhaustion suddenly covering his face as the darkness returned to his features. "You are still young, Aurora. And I am not ready to ruin you." My cheeks turned red with embarrassment, as if I had been the one chasing him first. "That is funny. Because I am already corrupted." He raised his eyebrow for a second, then lowered it when he understood what I meant. "You are trying to rebel against your father through me. And I do not like rebellious girls."

I say. Daddy buries his hard cock into me. He holds on to my ass as he thrusts into me. My walls tingle around his hardness. He feels so good as he fucks me. Daddy slows down, almost stopping. He smacks my ass again, and I moan louder than before. “Will you cum for me, baby girl?” Daddy asks. “Yes, daddy, I will cum for you,” I say.

“You want Daddy’s cock, little sparrow? Do you want Daddy to punish you now with his cock?” Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes! Although my words were lost in my own hunger begging to be satiated. I wanted him so bad. I wanted him to split me wide open with his cock. My pure white sexual experiences from before about to become pitch black. I wanted raw. I wanted depraved. I wanted dark emotions and desires. And I knew that Knox was the only one who would truly give me what I wanted, and what I so desperately needed. Everything had been leading up to this. He had opened a Pandora’s Box of horrific fantasies and delights hidden deep within, and now that they were unleashed, he was the only man who could tam

My pussy throbbed with fresh anticipation, Daddy’s earlier load still slowly dripping from me. Minutes later the door opened. Daddy stepped in carrying a small black bag he had retrieved from somewhere in the house. He had changed into nothing but a pair of dark sweatpants that hung low on his hips, his broad chest and strong arms on full display. The look on his face made my breath catch. His eyes were dark, hungry, and completely in control. He set the bag down and approached the bed slowly, circling me like a predator examining his prey. “Look at you. My perfect baby girl, naked and waiting for her Daddy exactly as she was told. So obedient. So ready to learn how Daddy really likes to fuc

“But I would rather terrify you with the truth than lose you to lies. I have done terrible things to build my empire. I have made people disappear when they threatened what was mine. But never you. Never our children. You are the one pure thing in my life.” The conflict tore through me—fear versus the overwhelming love I felt for this complicated, dangerous man. The father of my twins. My Daddy. I pulled him up and kissed him desperately. He groaned into my mouth, lifting me and carrying me to the large playroom bed in the center. He laid me down gently and stripped off his shirt, revealing the hard planes of muscle I knew so well. “I need you,” I whispered. “All of you. Even the dark parts.

Why am I saying who? This might just be his hide away? No, as much as I love my papee, I know whatever he is doing is not right, unlawful… No matter what I thought my father could be doing, it wasn’t this. Never in my wildest dreams did I think he would be betraying his pack, his family… our safety, stability and the happiness of HIS FUCKING DAUGHTER. My nose presses against the plastic window; my father has his back to me, as he pours the antiseptic into a clear bowl, Deacon is laid on a metal table, cuffed and chained, unconscious.

"Never! I say again, NEVER! That will not happen. Okay, I will admit that I am not good at embracing messy... whatever. Guys are not made that way. But I have done things with... messy parts... parts of people that I liked much less than you. It is true that Ann has not done multiple guys since we married. But you know we have a sordid past, and in college we did... things... messy things that came naturally when a guy has an affair with a woman who is engaged to another... those frat boys welcomed their various girlfriends and sometimes she came to me after. I love you so much more now than I loved her then." "Thank you Daddy, I admit that was my biggest worry about this. Now I am purely ex

I looked up at him, eyes wide and innocent even as my fingers stroked slowly along his growing length. “Nothing… Just curious.” “About what?” His voice was strained. “About your cock, Daddy.” His grip on my wrist tightened, but he didn’t pull my hand away. His breathing grew heavier, chest rising and falling as conflict and hunger warred across his face. “I’ve loved you forever,” I whispered, voice shaking with raw need. “And not just like a daughter. No one else can give me what I want. Only you, Daddy.” “You don’t know what you’re saying, baby girl. This is wrong. So fucking wrong.”

I closed my eyes, trying hard not to crumble to my knees. “Look at me,” he ordered. I shivered meeting his dark, intense eyes. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You want Daddy to fuck you right here against this tree like you’re my dirty little secret?” “Yes, Daddy. Please. Fuck me.”