Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Her nails dig into my back as her eyes roll back in her head.
"Do you like that, princess?"
"Yes! God, yes."
I groan and give in to the need pounding through me with every beat of my heart. I drive into her again and again, fucking her hard and deep.
"Perfect little princess," I growl. "Look at you taking your daddy's cock like a big girl." I press my lips to her ear. "You're doing so good, baby girl. Fuck. There won't be any hiding what we've been doing, princess. The whole world is going to know that daddy can't keep his hands off you."
"L-let them," she sobs. "I w-want them to know."
"Yeah? You want the world to know that you let your daddy fuck this perfect little princess cunt, baby girl?" I rake my teeth down the tendon in her neck, touching her everywhere as I fuck her raw, unable to stop myself. "You want them to know how obsessed I am with my baby girl?"
"Yes!" she cries, clawing down my back. "Yes!"
"Then let them see," I roar, pounding into her like a madman as she sends me reeling over the edge of obsession all over again. It's too much, too hard, too fast, too deep…yet I can't stop myself. Yet she sobs for more, clawing and biting like a little hellcat.
I pound into her, my hand around her throat as she shatters around me, screaming for daddy. Her inner muscles flutter and pulse all up and down my shaft, setting off my own orgasm. My spine tingles, my balls drawing up.
I bury my face in her throat, groaning her name as cum shoots up my shaft, and I claim her womb, planting my seed deep enough to claim her soul too.
Chapter Eight
Olive
"Are you sure about this?" Madden asks me, pulling me onto his lap in his home office two days later. "We don't owe anyone anything."
"I know," I say simply. It's the truth. We don't owe anyone anything. But the sooner we confirm our relationship, the sooner everyone will leave us alone. At least that's my theory. The last two days have been a whirlwind.
Madden hasn't left my side. I'm so in love with him it's mildly terrifying. Actually, that's not true. I'm not scared at all. For the first time ever, I feel fearless, as if I can do anything. He makes me feel that way because he sees me that way.
I'm invincible in his arms.
I love the way that feels.
I love him more.
I've never been more sure of anything than I am of this man and the way I feel about him. It's fast. Ridiculously so, I'm sure some people will say. But the thing is…I don't care what they say. I've spent way too much of my life worried about everyone else's opinions, trying to fit into their perfect little box. I'm done trying.
If I'm not enough for the world exactly as I am, then I'll never be enough for the world.
Dancing matters. But whether the world likes me or not, I'll always be able to dance. They can't take my talent. If no one ever attends my studio or my classes because I'm madly in love with a man I call daddy, I'll still dance. I'd rather fail at my dreams while being in love than succeed a them lonely.
"What are you thinking?" Madden asks, cupping my cheek. "Do you want to wait a while to do this, baby girl?"
"No." I shake my head, adamant. "I was just thinking…I love you."
He blinks, his long lashes falling over his blue eyes before they spring open again. "Say that again," he growls.
"I love you." My lips curve into a smile. "I'm in love with you. I've been half in love with you for a long time, but the last few days…" I shake my head, awed at how incredible they've been. At how incredible he is. "I wouldn't trade them for anything, daddy. I'm not afraid of what the world might have to say or of never having privacy again. I'd give it up in a heartbeat for you."
"Fuck." He lifts me off his lap, spinning me to set me on the edge of his desk. Before I can even react, he's on his feet, his mouth crashing down on mine. His kiss is hot and wild, setting off another avalanche in my veins. "You'll never have to give anything up to be with me, princess. You think your daddy would let that happen?"
"Never," I whisper against his lips, and then pull back to look at him. "Are you sure you want to do this today?"
"I don't give a flying fuck if they know my identity or not, princess. I only ever hid it to protect my brothers from any potential fallout. But they're on board with this. It's beyond time to step out from the shadows and put a face to the name." He taps my bottom lip. "Who knows? Maybe once they know, they won't be so quick to judge you."