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she replied, her eyes solely on Hardin as he kept pushing his scrambled eggs around on his plate. With the cheer he’d had earlier now completely drained, Adriana leaned forward slightly in concern. “Hardin, why didn’t you respond to Daddy?” she asked gently. He didn't answer at first. Then slowly, he lifted his head. His lips pulled into a tight line, his bright blue eyes were slightly dulled. “What is it, baby?” Adriana asked again, her voice softer and warmer. Just then, Hardin blinked. “It’s Daddy,” he mumbled, barely above a whisper.

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?” “Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…” “I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.” He was her father's best friend. Her forbidden night. And the biggest lie of her life. Maria has just landed her dream promotion which was supposed to be the start of everything she has worked for. Heartbroken and humiliated by a devastating betrayal, she seeks comfort in the arms of a stranger for just one reckless night, only for him to reappear the next day as her father's best friend and shockingly as her company’s CEO. Petyr is older, powerful and everything Maria should run from but fate k

“That’s exactly my problem. I want to forget all of them. I was happy. I don’t know why he had to come back into my life.” Rafaella smirked. “But admit it… he’s hot, huh?” I glared at her. “Can you not?” She laughed. “If you don’t want him, I’ll take him. He can be my daddy.” I rolled my eyes, but a reluctant smile tugged at my lips. “You’re impossible.”

He uttered slowly. “Oh yes, I did and I would do it again if you try me,” she bellowed in a harsh tone. At this point, I was already weakened and I just felt like resting my head but the situation at hand was more intense.. I saw Jerry become agitated and his fists were clenched like he was going to give her a punch. I was obviously the younger one in their midst and to an outsider, it could seem like I am.the daughter and my parents were having a major fight.

I stammered. Firm hands suddenly grabbed me, jacking me off the ground and throwing over his shoulders. He turned. Smack. I jerked. My core walls clenched to the effect of the smack. “You dare to be stubborn to daddy?” He barked. My lips quivered not knowing what to say but deep within I knew he wasn't going to be harsh on me. Daddy can never be harsh on his sweet little girl.

I sobbed, arching my back as he leaned down, his mouth capturing my nipple, sucking hard while still choking me lightly, thrusting so deep I swore I could feel him in my stomach. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, his thrusts punishing. “That’s it, slut. Beg for it. Beg to be fucked harder.” “Harder…daddy!” I moaned desperately, my voice breaking. “Please…fuck me harder!”

As he bounced me up and down, I became more accustomed to his size, and began riding harder like he told me to. “Oh my gosh, daddy. Oh, God.” “Yeah, you like that? Ride daddy’s big dick. Show me what a good little slut you are.” he grunted. Things turned frantic, and it felt like we were fighting each other in a mad grab to obtain every ounce of pleasure we could from each other. The sound of my ass slapping against his thrusting hips filled the room, and I whimpered and screamed as he delivered me to the promised land once again, this time while bouncing on his hard daddy dick.

He seemed rather tense, but I couldn't place my finger on why he felt that way. Right at the peak of the event, on the large screen, whilst everyone was celebrating, a video came up. I heard screams, then I looked up, and my body just locked. Right in my very eyes, in front of everybody, was Daniel Hart, beating the shit out of a woman in front of a warehouse. Daniel Hart ... .as in my own father. Gasps immediately filled the air, and I choked on nothing as stares landed in his direction. He seemed frozen at first, his face hardened, then he stormed out, a loud curse escaping his mouth.

“Mmm. Yes, baby girl. Beg me. Tell me what you want.” I whimpered as he rolled his hips again, so deep it stole my breath. “Please.” His smile curved against my skin, dark and satisfied. “Please what? Use your words.” Heat flooded my face. He was still moving—slow, relentless, perfect—and it was driving me insane. “Harder.” He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through my chest. “Okay. Now all together.” I was trembling, nails digging into his back. “Please… harder.” He stopped moving entirely, buried to the hilt, and lifted his head so I had to meet those storm-dark eyes. “No. You say, ‘Harder please, Daddy.’”

"My dear daughter, this new boyfriend of yours doesn't seem very smart. What's he trying to pull here?" Joyce's brows furrowed, clearly displeased. "Are you an idiot, Henry? Lucius was just joking with you, so why did you have to be so rude with him? Don't you have a sense of humor?" I replied calmly, "Wasn't he the one who told you to call him daddy first? Since he wants to be a father, why can't I want the same? Also…" As I spoke, I raised my hand and smacked Lucius's head, hard. "Hands off your daughter, you old lecher! How could you touch her like that? You're a father, you know?!"