Bad Daddy: Dirty Little Secret Duet book 1 Page 10

As Hazel and I pull up to the house, I grab the door handle in anticipation. I can’t wait to get out of this car and stretch out my cramped leg. Even more so, I can’t wait to get rid of this damn boot. Everything seems to be healing nicely, and hopefully tomorrow’s appointment has me walking freely.

  “It’s so good to be home,” I say, unlatching my seatbelt. Home. It’s such a crazy word to say.

  “Yeah… so hey, just head in. I gotta go run an errand. Tell Dad I’ll be late, ’kay?”

  I eye Hazel curiously. Something’s still up with her. It’s unlike her to not want to come in first to see her dad. If I wasn’t just as anxious to get inside to see Heath, I’d question her. So, I let it go, making a mental note to drill her later. The upside is I get Heath all to myself for a bit.

  “Yeah, sure,” I reply and climb out, steadying myself. Hazel waves and takes off down the driveway, her car stuffed to the brim with our things for fall break. When her car disappears from sight, I turn on my boot and hurry inside. “Daddy, I’m home,” I sing, joking since Hazel isn’t around to gag and make fun. I’m met with silence as I walk through the low-lit kitchen, my boot clanking against the marble tile. It’s well past six in the evening, so Heath should be home from work. “Heath?” I call out, but again, nothing in return. What the heck? He said he would be home. I drop my backpack on the counter, and head toward his office. I plan on finding him at his desk with his signature bourbon, but his office is empty.

  “Hello? Anyone home?” I pull out my phone to see if I missed a text from him. It’s not like him not to greet me when I come home—

  Two hands wrap around my face, a thick cloth suddenly blinding me. My nerves spike until the scent of my favorite spice teases my nostrils. “Welcome home, naughty girl.” Heath’s voice is low, dripping with seduction. It’s been a week since we’ve seen each other, and I’m just as desperate to be alone with him.

  “Hey, I called for you.” I try turning around, but he doesn’t allow it.

  “And I was getting ready for you.” He dips, his lips finding one of his favorite places, and gently bites at my shoulder blade. “Missed you.”

  “Missed you too. We have the entire fall break to catch up.” The last three weeks have been a whirlwind. The second I agreed to fully be his, he moved heaven and earth and got me out of that hospital bed and settled in his bed until I recovered enough to go back to school. If it had been up to Heath, I would have never left his bed.

  It was a fight, but Heath had no choice but to let me go. His possessiveness took on a whole new level, and I had to tame my beast. Jim wasn’t there to harass me, and the gossip around school had died down. I was ready to get back to school.

  We only had to make it a week until fall break, and I could come back home, but even those seven days sucked. I wasn’t sure who was more miserable. I ached for him in such a fierce way, I almost gave in and took the leave of absence he tried to insist on. But I pushed through each day, fighting the loneliness and achiness.

  But there were definitely highs of being babied by a man like Heath Winters. He wasn’t kidding when he said he would take care of me. His version of a sponge bath was indecent and enthralling. It didn’t matter that I had an arm and a leg in a cast. He carried me everywhere, like my own real-life Prince Charming. He worked from home and doted on my every need. From thirst to hunger, to burning sexual desires—it was as if I owned him.

  The lows came with the confrontation with my mom. She got a call that I’d been in an accident, which interrupted her weekend getaway. And when she was informed of my hospital bills, she refused to pay anything, claiming since I’d gotten myself in that mess, I should get myself out of it.

  Heath paid my bills, which made me feel like a bottom feeder, using his money. My pity party was short-lived, however, when he spanked me into oblivion, telling me he takes care of what’s his. I was ready to write my mother off, but Heath insisted he meet her so she could see for herself that our love was real. My mother noticed, all right, but there wasn’t any understanding behind those greedy eyes. There was jealousy. I’d captured the man she’d sought after her entire life. She had the nerve to degrade me in front of him and go as far as throwing herself at him in hopes he’d find her more appealing.

  That was the last time I saw or heard from my mother. Which was for the best. Heath made it very clear she was to stay away from me. He said he was done allowing anyone toxic to dull my beautiful shine.

  Now, with fall break finally upon us, Hazel and I hadn’t been able to get off campus fast enough. We’d both been eager to come home. Our home. It’s so surreal to say. When Heath brought me home from the hospital, Hazel was here. I waited for, and more than expected her anger. I prepared for her hatred—all of which I deserved. Regret weighed heavily inside my chest for betraying our friendship and taking advantage of her trust. She was my best friend and I took that for granted.

  Surprisingly, her reaction was the complete opposite. She hugged me and cried, blaming herself for the accident. I cried, blaming myself for being such a shitty, lying friend. We talked. I needed her to understand the dynamic between Heath and me. And crazy enough, she did. She told me she’d put herself in my shoes, and as much as it would take some time to get used to, she understood. Heath was right when he said his daughter was truly resilient.

  “What does my naughty girl want? Shall I feed you before I devour you?” His fingers push my oversized sweater aside, claiming my bare skin. Reaching around me, his other hand disappears into my yoga pants, and my eyelids fall closed at his touch. “Mmm…looks like my girl wants dessert before dinner.” A second finger finds its way into my wet sex, and I fall apart in his arms. He pulls out and whisks me up in his arms, making sure not to knock my boot against anything, and carries me to his room.

  In record time, we’re both naked, and he’s sealing his lips over my aching pussy. He licks, sucks, and bites until I’m bucking under his hold, my orgasm blasting through me. He crawls over me, spreads my legs, and pushes inside. “Fuck, I missed you.” He pulls out and powers back in. “Never letting you leave this room the whole time you’re home.” My back slides up the sheets, and I run my fingers along his scalp.

  “I love you,” I moan, opening wider for him. With each fierce thrust, he takes, owns, and dominates. My breathing grows heavy, and I pant out another orgasm. With one more thrust, needing to claim the deepest part of me, he throws his head back, growling out his own release.

  “I love you too, naughty girl.” He captures my lips, sealing our love with the most euphoric kiss. “Make me a happy man. Let me own you for eternity. Be mine forever. Marry me.”

  My eyes, once sated and heavy, open wide. “What? You…want to marry me?”

  His low chuckle vibrates against my chest. “I already own you. I’ve claimed every single part of you, from your mind to this beautiful cunt. My cunt. Might as well claim your last name too. So every person out there knows who you belong to. Who do you belong to, Violet?”

  My heart beats hard in my chest. His eyes never falter from mine, waiting for my answer. The way he stares at me, with trust, love, desire, I know he’ll forever be my safety and the other half of my soul. Tears burn my eyes. I can’t stop the waterworks as every emotion hits me at once. A shiver ripples through me, and I pull his mouth to mine, kissing with everything I have.

  “Baby, put this old man out of his misery. Answer me.”

  My lips break out into a smile, but I don’t let up. “You’re not old,” I mumble against his lips. “Grumpy, maybe—ahhh!” His hands dig into my sides, tickling me. He pulls away from my mouth and runs his tongue down my neck.

  “Answer me, Violet. I’m not a patient man.”

  “Oh boy, the grumpiness is coming out—ahhh! Okay, yes! Yes. I’ll marry you.” He sucks my flesh into his mouth, knowing he’ll leave his mark. He’s hard against my thigh, and without shame, I guide him back to my pulsating sex. He enters me, inch by glorious inch.

  “Mine. Mine. Mine…�
�� Each thrust is a vow—a promise. I am just as desperate to express my devotion, match him with fervor, take everything he offers. His love. His safety. His trust. And most of all, his heart.

  Hazel

  I’m late.

  I’m not allowed to be late.

  Timeliness and compliant. Two of his rules. I’m breaking one of them. My heart hammers inside my chest. There will be consequences. Maybe he’ll understand. It was out of my control. I tried to hurry Violet. She couldn’t possibly understand the torture I’ll endure by her making us late.

  And now, I’m going to pay. He’s going to make sure of it.

  He wasn’t what destiny had in store for me. He was everything wrong for me. Dangerous. His eyes told me so. I shouldn’t have fallen in love with him. The words he tempted me with were sweet little lies to lure me in. And now, I’m trapped in his web of desire and temptation.

  I speed through the streets to his large estate hidden on the outskirts of the busy city. When I enter in the passcode, the gates open, and I race up the winding driveway. His house comes into view, a single light shining through the front window. I’m already removing my jacket as I park and run into the house—a shudder of fear mixed with arousal ripples down my spine when I’m not met with his large frame and the smell of scotch on his breath. He’s already downstairs waiting for me. My breath hitches at the low sound of music as I near the stairs. Andrea Bocelli is playing. His favorite melody when he’s upset. My nipples pebble as I take the steps two at a time, almost tumbling down the stairs. He will understand. It was out of my control. I remove my dress, leaving me bare except for my white lace bra and underwear.

  When I turn into the low-lit room, I see him, his back to me. His shoulders are wound tight, a crystal glass in his hand as he stares at a piece of art hanging on the wall. “I’m sorry. It was out of my control. Violet—”

  I stop mid-sentence when he turns, his eyes smoldering in discontent. “You’re late.” His words carry so much meaning. My legs weaken, and I fall to the ground, my knees slamming against the marble floor. I bow my head.

  “I’m sorry. We left late because of Violet, and I hit traffic.” His steps eat up the floor until his shoes are touching my knees. I lean into his palm when his hand begins to caress my cheek, aching for his touch. He leisurely walks around me, and I feel the heat of his body at my back.

  “You know I don’t wait, pet.”

  I read between the lines, my entire body shivering with anticipation. I will be punished for breaking a rule. “Ga—”

  A leather whip slashes across my lower back. “Who, pet?”

  “Master. I’m sorry, Master.”

  He bends forward, his warm breath skating along my earlobe, his deep voice creating a rising storm inside my belly. “That’s better, sweet girl. Now, spread yourself wide for me. I want to see my beautiful cunt.”

  Sweet Little Lies

  Cuming December 21, 2020

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