Daddies And Their Naughty Angel
A warning and a plea wrapped in the same ragged breath.
“What’s the matter, Daddy?” I ground down against him, and watched his eyes roll back as he swallowed a groan. “Not used to being on the receiving end? Not used to someone else having the power?”
“You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl.” His voice was filled with dark promises. “Dangerous games have dangerous consequences.”
“Maybe I like danger.” I rolled my hips again, a slow torture, feeling him twitch and throb beneath me. “Maybe that’s why I fell for a psychopath with murder blueprints and an unhealthy obsession with keeping me locked in his house.”