Alpha Daddy’s Naughty Girl
Lilith stood in the doorway.
She wasn’t wearing the blood-red robe this time. She’d changed into something deceptively simple: a black silk slip that clung to every lethal curve, thin straps slipping off one shoulder, hem barely brushing mid-thigh. Her long red hair spilled loose and wild, catching the afternoon light like liquid fire. The half-healed wound on her ribs was barely visible now—just a faint pink line against flawless skin. And those violet eyes… Goddess, they glowed faintly, like amethysts lit from within.
Isabella actually gasped—loud, involuntary, the sound of someone who just got hit with a truck made of sex appeal.