Forbidden Desires Daddy's Favorite Sin
“You've been asking for it since the first night, with your eyes, your mouth, with that word.”
“Daddy,” I breathed, and instantly regretted it because his grip tightened.
“Don't,” he warned but he didn't let go.
The kitchen felt too hot, too quiet.
“I hate you,” I whispered.
“No, you don't,” he said. Same thing he said downstairs three nights ago. “You hate that you want me, you hate that it feels good. You hate that I'm the only one who sees you.”
Tears slipped down my cheeks before I could stop them. I yanked my wrist free and covered my face with both hands.