Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“I don’t need gifts,” I panted, wishing I sounded as fierce as he had.
He snarled and slammed inside of me. “If I want you to have something, you fucking take it!”
God help me, why was this turning me on? He was controlling me while screwing me, and I was liking it. I feared after this man, I wouldn’t recognize myself anymore.
“Tell me, pretty baby, what a good girl you are going to be, and I’ll let this sweet pussy come.”
The fight was there inside me to tell him no, but it was losing its steam. I realized I wanted to be his good girl, and it might be warped, but I was finding I didn’t care. Whatever it was he did to me was worth it.
His mouth was so close to mine that our lips brushed against each other as he fucked me. “Tell me,” he coaxed. “Tell me, and you can come.”
It was right there. That euphoria was teasing me, taunting me.
“Okay,” I consented.
“Not good enough. I want to hear you say you’ll be my good girl,” he pressed.
The tingle intensified, running down my spine. I was close. So close.
“I’ll be your good girl.”
His hips went faster, harder. “That’s it.”
The pleased sound of his voice made me want to agree to anything he asked.
“You’re gonna be Daddy’s good girl,” he assured me. “Aren’t you, pretty baby?”
Those words were some I’d never thought I would want to hear. But in that moment, with those words coming out of the mouth of this man, my body shattered into pure bliss as my orgasm claimed me. Garrett kept whispering dirty, twisted things in my ear, and I continued to convulse with pleasure.
When his body went rigid, he wrapped his arms around me, and when I felt the pulse of his release fill me, I climaxed again.
Sixteen
Garrett
Having to watch her walk into that fucking camper as we drove away made me livid. I hated it. I hated the piece-of-shit scrap metal she lived in. She didn’t belong in a goddamn trailer. She belonged in a fucking mansion, sleeping on my thousand-thread-count sheets in my king bed. I rubbed my temples. I was already picturing her in my bed, and I’d just fucked the woman twice. I had to get a grip.
“Boss, where to?” Kye asked from the driver’s seat.
He knew this was the night I typically went to Lydia’s. I’d forgotten about her. That was something I had to put an end to, but I wasn’t dealing with her tonight. The past three days had been exhausting, and I’d gotten Fawn to fuck me outside on my car and tell me she was going to be my good girl. The only thing messing this night up was having to leave her there.
“Get Six on the phone and head to the house,” I told him.
The ringer on the speaker started, and then Six answered.
“Yeah, boss?” he said.
“I want you at Fawn Parker’s camper. She can’t see you, and neither can her daughter, but I need it secured.”
“Yes, sir. You want me alone or two of us?” he asked.
“Take Mattia with you. I’ll send Huck in the morning to relieve you both.”
“Yes, sir. Heading that way now.”
I waved a hand to dismiss him, and Kye ended the call. Having her protected would at least give me some form of peace. Even if I hated the way she had to live. She acted like she didn’t want or need nice things, but the way she had lit up at the island when she’d only seen the goddamn bungalows told me something else.
Fawn Parker did want nice things. She just didn’t want to admit it. But tonight, she’d promised me she’d be a good girl. My lips curled into a grin when I thought about her coming so fucking hard when I called myself Daddy. She might not like it, but she had her own little twisted kinks, and I was going to draw them out of her and enjoy every fucking minute.
My cell phone vibrated, and I pulled it out to see Fawn’s name on the screen. I slid my finger over the screen to read the text message.
Good night, and thank you for the panties. They’re beautiful. I’m almost afraid to wear them.
Grinning, I replied.
The next time I fuck you, I want you wearing a pair. I’ll buy you a damn closet full of panties. Wear them.
I read over her words while I waited for her to respond. When her new text appeared, my eyes dropped down to see what she had to say now.
I’ll wear them. Don’t go buying me a closet full of panties.
Brat. Fuck, she made me smile.
You promised to be a good girl. When a bag arrives for you from now on, you to take it.
I pressed Send and waited. I expected a long paragraph, telling me why she wasn’t going to take my gifts. When the screen lit up and the words Yes, Daddy appeared, I almost came in my fucking jeans.