Daddies And Their Naughty Angel
“You’re disgusting.”
“So you’ve said. Multiple times now. Getting a little repetitive, baby girl.” He held up his fingers, blood from my bite mixing with the slickness of my arousal. “But you’re still wet. Blood and cum. Pain and pleasure. That’s us, Angel. That’s always been us.”
He leaned down until his lips brushed my ear, his tongue tracing one final, possessive circle that made my whole body shudder despite every ounce of hatred in my veins.
“I know what you really need. You need to be broken and fucked and used until you can’t think anymore. Until all that grief and rage and guilt just… disappears. And that’s exactly what I’m going to give you, baby girl. Whether you want it or not.”