Daddy’s Good Girl
Isaiah growled and leaned in, his hot breath fanning my face and neck.
“That little sound?” he murmured, brushing his thumb against my hip in circles, and another involuntary sigh slipped from my lips. “That sound belongs to me. I’ll drag it out of you again, and again, until you can’t breathe without moaning my name. Say yes baby, let me fuck you, Zella.”
My knees nearly buckled. I shoved away from him and stormed inside, burning up. Our maid, Nina, came close to get my bag but I told her not to worry and raced to the bedroom, furious and ashamed.