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I screamed the words I never thought I’d say. “Yes, Daddy…fuck me harder!” His hand cracked across my ass, the sting making my pussy clench around every inch of him. “That’s right, little girl. Say it louder…tell Daddy who this pussy belongs to.” “Yours, Daddy! Only yours!” I cried, moaning his name while my mother slept upstairs, completely ruined and loving every filthy second of it. —----------- I broke his rules. Now he owns my nights. I never wanted to move back home. But when my toxic ex left me broke and broken, my only choice was to crawl back to my mother's luxury mansion… and straight into the arms of her hot new husband. Anthonio Grey. He is forty-eight, filthy rich, and built like a sin I can't stop committing. He was strictly off-limits… until the night he caught me sneaking in, past curfew. He found out everything. Every shameful little thing I thought I'd buried deep enough. He didn't expose me. He used it. Now I belong to him in ways I can't explain to anyone and wouldn't dare try. Because the way he says my name when I've broken a rule? The way his hands feel when he's deciding whether to punish me or protect me? The way he looks at me when my mother's back is turned? Nothing in my life has ever felt more dangerous. Or more addictive. Now I'm his "little girl" behind closed doors. My past is catching up. My psychotic ex, Jax, is at the gates. He has proof. And he wants me back at any cost. I'm trapped between a possessive billionaire… and a dangerous ex who knows every one of my dirty secrets. WARNING!!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS RAW EXPLICIT SCENES. FOR MATURE READERS ONLY.

I was an ordinary mortal girl who lived at the foot of Mount Olympus. Caelum, King of the Gods, descended from the heavens for me once, transforming himself into a shower of gold. He took me to the peak of Olympus over every other god’s objection. He built a shrine on the mountain that belonged to me alone, every god on Olympus knew the same truth: I was the only mortal love of Caelum’s endless life. Then I gave birth to our daughter, Nia. The Fates declared her a cursed child whose existence would bring disaster to the gods, and Nia and I were sent back down to the small cottage at the foot of the mountain. Seraphina, Goddess of Flame, said she could help cleanse Nia of the curse, and with Caelum’s quiet consent she came every month and burned my daughter with divine fire. Nia screamed under that fire, sobbing for me . I ran into the temple to beg Caelum to stop it, and I found him in bed with Seraphina. The pure, holy Goddess of Flame was moaning beneath him. They threw me into the depths of Tartarus, where Seraphina handed me over to the Erinyes to be torn apart day after day. When Nia turned five, they finally let me out, but by then my Nia had been burned to ash. The day I was gathering her ashes, the message stone in my room suddenly lit up, and a projection flickered out of it: Caelum, as he had been five years ago. His eyes were full of joy and anticipation, and his voice was so gentle it almost made me believe time had folded back on itself. “Sweetheart, is it a boy or a girl? Did our child inherit my power?” In the projection his expression shifted, and the smile froze on his face. That was when the door of my room was pushed open, and the present-day Caelum, five years older than the man in the stone, strode inside. I turned the message stone around so the Caelum from five years ago could see Nia’s urn with his own eyes. “It’s a girl,” I said. “But she didn’t live long enough to inherit your power. She was burned to ash.”