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He seemed to be making an effort, but whether it was sincere or manipulative was still debatable. "I'm going to be his daddy for a while," I replied, my mind already back on the chaos of the night. "And that's not up for negotiation." Dom looked like he wanted to argue, but Marshall elbowed him in the ribs, silencing him momentarily. "We're serious, Dane. We've been thinking about it a lot." "About what?" I smirked, waiting for the punchline. Dom glanced at Marshall again before answering. "We're considering switching to the Daddy side ourselves."

Fuck, I was lying, everything wasn’t fine, I almost kissed his daughter. I glanced back at Riley, she smiled sinfully, and mouthed ‘liar’. I nearly choked. She bite down her lower lips seductively. Her father kept talking, something about extending the trip a few more days. I froze. “A few more days?” I repeated. Riley perked up immediately, smiling wider. “Yeah,” He father said through the phone. “Hope that’s okay?” I stared at Riley, at the devilish satisfaction in her eyes. “Yeah… no problem.” I clenched my jaw and the call ended.

He wanted to get drunk and forget about that woman. She was haunting him in his dreams, and he would always wake up with a massive hard-on every morning. And what he hated the most is that he ends up jacking off in the bathroom just to make his soldier calm down. He's like a horny teenager. “Something is bothering you, I can see it in your eyes.” Phoenix was pulled from his deep thoughts when he heard his father behind him. “Dad.” The old man sat beside him on the garden bench, he too, had a glass of wine in his hand.

and the hands released completely. I turned, and in the bit of moonlight steaming into the study, I saw the bastard’s face. “I was wondering when you would show up,” I told Dad, cracking my neck. “Where is my wife?” "Somewhere you'll never find her." Dax snarled, lunging at me. I managed to block his fist, but his legs came up, driving into my stomach. I grabbed his hair and yanked it to the back. “After I kill you, I'm going to fuck her right here in this study,preferably in your blood!”

He was wearing nothing but boxers, stretched out casually next to Joyce, scrolling on his phone. When he saw me, he wasn’t flustered in the slightest. Instead, he deliberately draped one leg over Joyce’s body. "Woah, if it isn't the violent maniac? Joyce already told me that I can live in this house as long as I want, and throw anything that belongs to you away! "I'm her daddy after all, so it's only natural I take care of my daughter." I nodded calmly and walked to the bedside. Then I yanked the blanket away.

She stood hesitantly, still clinging tightly to the door, but after a long stare, she slowly freed her hands off from the door and began walking towards me. “Nyra's carrying my child, my seed!” I added with a smirk on my face. I stretched out my hands to her and she walked on, grabbing unto it and slowly lowering herself next to me. Jason seemed undisturbed or rather uninterested. He gulped his wine, he emptied the content of my whiskey into a cup, and gulped lightly on it. “Seems like my father's a bit more promiscuous than a thought.” He mumbled, looking right at Nyra with a smirk.

Aliana took a deep breath after explaining, though, Ana just chuckled softly, taking her little hand out of her own. Aliana become uneasily instantly. “Bestowed mates? Punishment?” Ana snickered, her greyish green eyes flickered as she bit her lower lip, “Then why did daddy have another child that’s big as me, with another woman that’s not his mate? Why is there no punishment over the years he looks so blatant…” Ana stopped herself, exhaling, she tried to calm her heart that suddenly raced faster once again after being agitated. Aliana eyes widened in panic, as she stood up, hurriedly taking a medicine from the box placed close on the counter, before giving it to Ana with a glass of water. “

I felt the tremors starting in my thighs, the pleasure becoming too much to bear. "Don't you dare close your eyes," he whispered, his voice a dark command. "I want you to feel every inch of this." He leaned all his weight into me, pinning me down against the mattress while his hands never let go of my hips. The friction was undoing me—a heavy, grinding pressure that hit deeper and deeper with every strike. "Daddy's girl," he muttered, his voice breaking as he FUCKED me more harder. "My good, little girl." "Harder… harder… Fuck me harder!" I screamed, my eye widened in pleasure.

I now knew where her insatiable daughters go their sexual appetites from! She bucked beneath me and screamed for more. Billy Idol and ZZ-Top echoed through my head as she called out for “more, more, more” and her beautiful legs were now flat against my tummy and chest – only her calves and feet stood above my straining shoulders. Dave got up and came over to us – dragging Zoey with him.

I lay beside Cynthia in the dark and listened to her breathe and stared at the ceiling and thought about a rust colored dress and the way Scarlett had said *he's good company* with that specific careful smile that she only used when she was trying to provoke me. It was working. I was a man who had negotiated billion dollar contracts across tables from the most dangerous businessmen in the country. I had built an empire from almost nothing through discipline and precision and the ability to remain unmoved when everything around me was designed to destabilize. One twenty-three year old in a wrap dress was dismantling all of it. I pressed the back of my hand against my mouth in the dark. Ethan