Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
"Try that again, and I'll turn your little ass red," he snarls in my ear.
"Let me go."
"No."
"Please, let me go," I whisper, my bottom lip quivering as tears well in my eyes. I'm going to cry. How humiliating.
"I will never let you go, little girl. Not ever."
I choke on a sob.
He groans as if he's in pain, spinning me to face him. His horrified eyes meet mine. "No," he breathes, releasing my wrists to cup my face between his palms. His lips brush my forehead and then both cheeks. "Don't cry, princess. Fuck. Please, don't cry. I'm sorry. Daddy didn't mean to scare you."
Daddy. He just called himself my daddy.
"You just…"
"Say it," he growls.
"You called yourself…." I swallow hard, my heart beating a million miles a minute as tears spill down my cheeks.
"Say it, Lyric."
"You called yourself my d-daddy," I whisper, and then squeeze my eyes closed like that'll keep him from taking it back or breaking my heart into a thousand jagged pieces.
"Look at me."
I reluctantly crack one eye open, peeking up at him.
His lips twitch with amusement before he sobers. "You think you're the only one who whispers that name in the dark?"
"Yes."
"You're wrong. If you knew the filthy things daddy thinks about doing to you, you might be horrified."
"L-like what?"
He groans, another miserable sound. Though I think he likes this misery. He presses his forehead to mine, breathing hard. "I intend to show you every goddamn one of them, baby girl."
"I think I'm going to pass out," I whisper.
Sinclair's eyes widen before he sweeps me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest. I press my face to his shoulder, sniffling as he stomps down the hall toward his bedroom with me.
"Um, where are we going?" I squeak, suddenly panicking for a whole new reason. I didn't think he meant he was going to show me right now. I'm not even wearing cute panties.
"I need a shirt, and I'm not letting you out of my sight while I get it. Then I'm taking you to show you something. And then we're going to talk," he growls. "In that order."
Well, okay then.
Chapter Four
Sinclair
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see," I say, refusing to give up anything else.
"Well," she says, drawing the word out. "Is it far?"
"Not particularly. Why?"
"I have to pee," she whispers.
I cast a long glance at her. "You just spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom, princess."
"I forgot to pee," she mumbles with a shrug. "I was busy hiding from you."
I scowl at the road before flicking my eyes in her direction. "You thought I had a girlfriend." Acid runs through my veins at the reminder of the tears in her eyes and the look on her face. "You thought I could want another woman."
"I didn't know." She squirms in her seat, her eyes downcast. "I've been trying to get your attention for a year. I've tried everything, Sinclair."
"That's not my name."
"D-daddy," she whispers.
My cock throbs. Ah, Christ. I've waited so long to hear her say it. Now that she has, she'll never call me anything else when we're alone. I'll only ever be daddy to her in private, her own personal acolyte. She has no idea what she's unleashed, but she will soon.
I press the gas, watching the speedometer inch toward sixty.
"I haven't taken my eyes off you since the day we met, baby girl," I murmur, reaching across the console to place my hand on her knee. "I've watched every move you've made." I swallow. "Even when you didn't know I was watching."
"Really?" Her wide eyes meet mine, full of wonder. "You watched me?"
"I fucking stalked you," I rasp, inching her dress up her thighs. "I followed you everywhere."
"Sinclair. I mean, daddy," she says, gaping at me. "Are you teasing me?"
"You mean like you tease me with those tiny fucking dresses?"
The little brat doesn't deny it. She doesn't look embarrassed, either. "You don't like my dresses?"
"Oh, daddy loves your dresses," I growl, yanking it up to her hips to expose her pink cotton panties. "He'd love it even more if you never wore the goddamn things around other men ever again. It makes them want what belongs to daddy, princess."
"What belongs to you, daddy?" she asks, playing innocent.
Fuck. I'm going to wreck this damn car.
"This," I growl, keeping my eyes locked on the road as I shove my hand between her thighs to cup her cunt. Her pussy is soaked. I feel the wet heat through her panties.
"Daddy!" She grasps my wrist with both her hands, clamping her thighs around my hand. "Y-you aren't supposed to touch me there."
"No, I'm not." I grind my palm against her cunt. "But you like it when daddy breaks the rules, so you're going to be my best girl and keep this little secret, aren't you?"
"Y-yes," she sobs. "Yes, daddy."
"Good girl," I croon, gripping the steering wheel tight to navigate around a curve. "Daddy has to put both hands on the steering wheel to get us there safely, but I want you to slip your hand into your panties and show me what you do to yourself at night that makes you cry out my name."