Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad
I dip my voice a bit, not wanting him to know my real voice.
He grins, brow twitching. He leans in, raises his hand to my lips. His fingers sensually, slowly brush over my lips. The matte black lipstick staining his fingers.
“It’s daddy to you, little flame,”
I puff hard breaths, his hands sweeping over my chest. “Daddy,”
I taste the word on my lips and swallow. It tastes rich and sounds dominant like him.
“Good. Now…” Shark reclines over the sofa, hands on the headrest. His hips shift forward, legs spread, trapping me in them.