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  Even in the darkness, I admire his broad chest. My clothes are quickly discarded onto his floor as I walk over and climb in next to him. He doesn’t budge when I lift the sheet, and I’m happy to see he sleeps naked. I crawl under and adjust myself between his legs. I’ve been thinking about doing this ever since I walked out of his office. I work my lips around the tip of his cock and lick down his shaft when I realize he’s beginning to stir. My hand wraps around his girth, and I pump him slowly, going back up and circling my tongue over the head.

  “Mmmm…” he moans, giving me the green light and I suck harder, working him deep down my throat and repeating my movements until he jerks under me. “What the fuck—?”

  His hand digs into my hair, trying to pull me off him. “Violet? Fuck no. You can’t do this—Jesus…” Yeah, that’s it. I bob up and down, his hold on my hair loosening a bit. “Violet, this is wrong. You’re too—fuck…” His hips thrust up, and I swallow him deeper.

  “Don’t worry. This can be our little secret.” My thighs are soaked with arousal just thinking about how forbidden this is. “You can fill me anywhere you want. I won’t tell.” I gag when he thrusts up again, this time with more aggression, his hand now guiding my head. It only takes three more fast pumps before he twitches and comes hard down my throat. I moan through his release, sucking him clean.

  His hold around my hair tightens, turning brutal, and my eyes begin to water. He yanks back and rips me off him. His heated gaze takes in my nudity, a fire blazing in his eyes. A deep growl reverberates in his chest. With his free hand, he grips my waist and flips me against the bed. “I told you before—I hold all the control.” His hands are rough, threatening to bruise my hips as he drags his hungry mouth down my body and over my throbbing pussy. His face disappears between my soaked thighs. He sucks at my sex with a fierceness that pulls my back off the mattress. “That’s right. Take my fucking tongue.” He goes back for more, eating me like a savage. My pussy pulsates as my orgasm rips through me, clenching and spasming around his tongue.

  He collapses on the bed next to me, both of us trying to catch our breath. “This is so bad,” he pants, his chest rising and falling.

  “Yet so good.” I turn to my side. “We both know Hazel’s a heavy sleeper. Why don’t you take me into your gigantic shower and bend me over that fancy tile?”

  His eyes blaze with anger, but his cock hardens, giving him away. He grips my hip and spanks my ass. “Rule number one: never mention my daughter. Rule number two: I say what happens.” He spanks me again and pops up, his cock long and thick and more than ready. “Now, get in the shower. Daddy needs to clean you up.”

  Heath

  I’m going to hell. But at least I’ll die a happy man. I drag her like a caveman into my bathroom and twist the shower nozzle. There’s excitement mixed with fury running through my veins as I thrust her into my shower. How dare she come into my private bedroom and seduce me? She should be scared of me and the consequences of her actions last night—actions I loved every damn bit of.

  The second she spread her thighs open, offering me her pink, swollen pussy, I snapped. I went to that dark place inside my head, a place I only go to when I’m at the private club. She triggered the sadist in me, and I didn’t come up for air until it was too late—until I fucked her so good, it took my cock double the time to calm down. I became so angry at both her blatant attempt and my weakness, I almost sought her out to punish her. She thinks I’m a bad daddy, I’ll prove her words true, spanking her plush ass until red welts mark her.

  Her lips are still swollen, her nipples pebbling under the water spraying against her breasts. “We’re going to get a few things clear,” I start, entering the shower and enjoying her sudden nervousness as she bites down on her bottom lip. “I make the rules. I call the shots. You want to be my naughty girl? You listen to Daddy.” Seizing her bicep, I whip her around. Her ass feels amazing rubbing against my already hard cock. I push her up against the shower wall and dig my fingers into her flesh, fantasizing about fucking her ass. I bet she would scream. Take me fully and love it.

  “Whatever you say, Daddy—ahhh…” she moans the second my open palm strikes her plump ass. My dick jolts and I’m tempted to shove him up her ass just to watch her break around me.

  “You don’t talk unless I tell you to. You’re my dirty little secret, which means you stay quiet unless told to speak.”

  She opens her mouth to respond, and I spank her again for disobeying. “Bad little girl. Defying me is a no-no.” I spread her cheeks and find her glistening pussy. She’s soaking wet. I want to fuck her into oblivion, but I want to take my time and enjoy every single bit of her first.

  “Get on your knees. I want to watch you suck me off.” The images of her mouth around me twice now have me fisting myself. She was like an angel taking me deep down her throat. She does as she’s told and drops to her knees. She’s so compliant as she grabs at me like a hungry feline, wrapping her lips around my tip. I can’t help it and jerk into her mouth, causing her to gag. Fuck, that sound is music to my ears.

  “You like when Daddy fucks you like this? Filthy little girl.” Her small hands cup my balls, and she doesn’t waste another second before sucking me off like she was made for this—for me. “You think I’m just going to let you in my bed?”

  “Yes, I want that,” she hums. Fuck, I want that too. I’ve had many toys in my bed. Women of all shapes, sizes, and ages. But this one…she’s like a special gift, a forbidden fruit. And I’m going to ruin every part of her.

  “I bet you do, naughty girl. But you have to earn your place.”

  “I will. I’ll do anything.” Fuck yeah, you will. She sucks me deeper. I thrust angrily into her mouth, and she’s forced to grab onto my thick thighs to stay upright. I’m close to blowing down her pretty little throat, but I’m not ready for this to end.

  I rip her lips off me. Her gaze is clouded with lust, feeding my darkness. “Get up, naughty girl.” She does, and I flip her around, slamming her tits up against the shower tile. Ramming my cock inside her, I push her further against the wall. “You come into my room, begging for my cock. Is this what you want, naughty girl?” I pull out and drive back in with a brutal force.

  “Yes, Daddy. Yes.” Her pants drive me insane. My fingers dig hard into her skin, knowing she’ll bruise, but I don’t give a shit. She asked for this, taunted the bad daddy inside me.

  “You’re so tight, naughty girl. Has your professor been inside this tight cunt?” Instant jealousy triggers me to thrust too hard, causing her to whimper. She doesn’t answer fast enough, and I grab at her pussy and pinch hard. “Answer me.”

  “… no, he hasn’t! Only you.”

  That’s the answer I want to hear. “You’re my little toy, Violet, do you hear me?”

  “Yes, yes…” Her moans are like a drug. I demand them all for myself.

  “I’m a selfish man, Violet. I don’t share. You’re mine, or you’re nothing.” More jealousy spikes through me at her being someone else’s, having another man defile this beautiful cunt.

  “Only yours, Heath.” The sound of my name off her lips is enthralling and wrong. I spank her ass as I thrust into her, causing her nipples to skate up the tile.

  “You haven’t earned the right to call me Heath, naughty girl.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she answers correctly, and a wicked smile crosses my face. I fill my grip with her hair and yank her head back, boring my eyes into hers, letting her see the severity of her actions if she disobeys. She gazes back at me through slightly opened eyes. My little toy is lost on me. I roughly piston my hips against hers, and my balls tighten to a level of pain. Her lips part against mine as her pussy death grips my cock.

  Breaking away from her suckable lips, I wrap my mouth around the flesh of her shoulder blade and baring my teeth, I bite down. Her walls clench and spasm around me as she falls apart. A growl so fierce expels from my lungs. I power into her two more times, then pull out, growling, “On your fuckin
g knees.”

  When she hits the tile, I fist my cock as my own orgasm blasts through me and watch in complete satisfaction as my cum paints her face.

  Violet

  I’m on cloud nine. Sore everywhere, but I’ve never felt better. I step out of the guest shower, cleaning up after the wildest morning of my life. Heath Winters is a very intense man. God, he is all man. In strength and power and force. His filthy mouth has me breaking down and submitting to his every demand. He was ruthless, violent, undignified in the way he spoke down to me—and I’d never been more turned on in my life. Becoming his toy was like hitting the motherload. I didn’t care if it was degrading either. I’d sell my soul for another minute with him. Even with round after round of his beautiful cock filling me, it’s not enough. He has me completely under his spell.

  After we finished in the shower, he fucked me against the vanity. Then he bent me over the bathtub and fucked me there. Then he laid out the rules.

  “You want my cock to continue fucking this sweet pussy, you keep this to yourself. When those lips open, it’s because you’re taking me deep down your throat.”

  With his hand tightly wrapped around my hair. . “You obey, and we continue this. Hazel gets an inkling, this is over. I don’t take lightly to upsetting my daughter.”

  “I won’t say a word. I promise.”

  “I know you won’t. Your eagerness tells me you’ll do just about anything for this.” Pressing his lips to mine, he seals our deal.

  “Between us. Can you do that, naughty girl?” His thumb glides over my bottom lip so tenderly.

  “Secret’s safe with me,” I assure him, feeling the shyness settle in. I’m completely worn out, mentally and physically, but I can’t imagine not having this again and again. “I won’t say a word.”

  “Good. I love my daughter. Upsetting her would not be good for anyone. And finding out I’m fucking her roommate would do just that.”

  My eyes cast a shadow of uncertainty. “Is that all we’re doing?”

  His lips form into a sinful grin. “What would you like us to do, toy?” Be exclusive. Date. Pray for a miracle that Hazel will accept us.

  “I’ll be good. I promise,” I respond. He dips his head and kisses me. It’s soothing and meaningful and makes me feel wanted.

  “Good. Now, I suggest you head out before Hazel gets up. And pretend you’ve been asleep this whole time like a good little girl.”

  I nod and turn to walk away, unsure of what else to say.

  “Violet,” he calls out, and I turn to him. “You were quite the pleasant surprise. I’m looking forward to this.”

  I snuck out of his room just in time because Hazel was awake moments later. We went about our day, enjoying the sun and her gigantic inground pool. My heart would hammer in my chest any time Mr. Winters would make small appearances, asking us if we’d eaten, and informing us he’d be gone for some time for work. He’d return from his meeting, dress shirt unbuttoned, holding his signature glass of bourbon. Each time Hazel was preoccupied, his eyes would travel to me and down my body. He’d lick his lips as if he still tasted me on his tongue. I wanted nothing more than to rip my top off and offer myself up on a silver platter. But just as quickly as he came, he went, leaving me on edge and aching for more of his attention.

  Hazel is completely clueless. I feel like shit about it, but no amount of guilt would stop me from pursuing this. Heath is…he’s everything I want. And in some strange sexual sort of way, I think I’m that for him too.

  Sunday quickly approaches, and we’re packing our things to head back to school. There hasn’t been a chance to talk privately, and I’m in limbo on where we go from here. Will I see him again? Do I call him? There are so many unknowns and questions I want answered. But I won’t be getting any.

  “Well…that sucks,” Hazel mumbles, reading a note left on the counter.

  “What does?” I lean over her shoulder to read the scribbles.

  “My dad got caught up with some work stuff, so he won’t be home before we take off. Ugh…typical.” She balls up the note and tosses it in the trash. I wonder if it has anything to do with me. Maybe he’s come to his senses and realizes this is wrong. It is wrong! But my body tells me nothing that feels this good can be wrong. We feel right together. Age gap be damned.

  “It’s all right. I’m sure he had a reason.”

  She huffs and grabs her bag. “Yeah. He always has a reason. Let’s go.”

  The first half of the week passes—nothing from Heath. I’m starting to doubt that what we shared was two-sided. Regret sits heavy in my chest. I want to call him, but I’m afraid he’ll turn me down. Worried that Hazel will catch me. Plus, I don’t have his number, only the FaceTime connection.

  Our psychology class ends and Hazel and I gather our things. We’re nearing the bottom of the lecture hall when Jim flags me down. “Hey, Violet, you got a second?” I’m hesitant to stop. I avoided him on Monday and was hoping to do the same today. Talking to him brings back Heath’s comment about him not being able to please me…and that he doesn’t share.

  “Um…yeah. What’s up?”

  His smile is genuine, just not the smile that gets my blood pumping. “Sorry we got interrupted last week. I was hoping we could maybe get that drink sometime.”

  “Oh, it’s okay. I was busy anyhow.” Getting pounded into next year by a damn stallion.

  “Oh good, I was worried you were avoiding me.”

  “No, of course not.” One hundred percent avoiding you.

  “Cool, so maybe you want to grab a drink? Coffee even? It would have to be off-campus, but why don’t you give me your number and we can set a time later?” I’m hesitant to do so, but then Hazel nudges me, completely unaware of why it’s not a good idea.

  “She’d love to give you her number!” She spits out my phone number, and I struggle to keep my smile in place, fighting off annoyance.

  “Well…cool. I’ll call you. I gotta get to my next class.” And then he’s gone.

  “Girl, you need to hit that. He’s hot. And older guys are the way to go. Trust me.”

  Oh, I know. Your daddy proved that theory right. “I know, but I’m really swamped with my classes, I’m not sure I have time to date anyone.”

  She tosses her hand in the air. “Date? Who said anything about dating? I’m talking about slapping skins. Mindless sex and obviously free coffee.” Well, your daddy made it very clear he doesn’t share, so slapping skins with our professor is out. What about him, though? Is he seeing other women? “Geez, no need to get all mad about it.”

  “What?” I don’t realize I’m scowling. “Oh, sorry. Just have a lot on my mind. Let’s get back.”

  I’m coming from the shower when I hear him. That signature voice that gets every nerve in my body buzzing. I walk into our room, my towel still wrapped around me, and find Hazel sitting at her desk with her laptop open.

  “I know, Dad. Trust me. It’s just ethics.”

  “That doesn’t matter. I want you to be doing your best. You’re there for school.”

  Hazel starts going on about her other classes, and I steal a glimpse at her screen. His eyes are on me, the heat of his stare burning through my towel. My fingers tug at the material, and it falls to the ground, leaving me completely exposed. Hazel is still talking, clueless. I shouldn’t be so obvious. This is too risky. But I desperately miss that darkness in his gaze.

  I should feel disgusted with myself, but I don’t. I turn around and bend to grab my towel, giving him the eyeful he wants. It makes me feel in control. Wanted. My sex aches, and I now regret starting this because all I want is for him to touch me.

  “And if I finish algebra in time, I plan to hit up this festival—”

  “I’m coming to visit you this weekend.”

  That catches both of our attention. “This weekend? Why? I mean, I’d love for you to come, but I was just home and—”

  “I want to see how my girl is getting along at school. Can’t a father do t
hat?”

  Hazel shrugs, and my heart soars out of my chest. I quickly wrap myself back up in my towel and gather some clothes before Hazel realizes I’m on full display for her dad.

  “Of course. I’d love to see you. Violet, you cool with my dad coming?” She twists in her chair for my response, and I bite my tongue to keep my composure.

  I steady my breathing. “Sure. Fine with me.” I make eye contact with Heath. “Hi, Mr. Winters.”

  “Hello, Violet.” My skin heats at his tone. Hazel isn’t fazed, but my body pulsates at his intense stare. “How’s school been this week for you? Behaving?”

  Hazel laughs, answering for me. “Great, considering today when she gave our psych professor her number.” Heath’s eyes narrow, his lips thinning.

  “Is that so?”

  Fuck. Panic surges through me. “No! I didn’t. It was you who gave it to him. I’m totally not interested. I don’t plan on answering if he calls.”

  “Yes, you are!” Hazel butts in. I’m going to kill her.

  “Are you going to pick up if he calls, Violet?” There’s so much meaning in his calm tone. I fight not to squeeze my legs together.

  “I’m not going to pick up if he calls.”

  “You’re so lame!” She turns around and continues with nonsense topics. Heath dismisses me, keeping his focus solely on his daughter. When they end the call, he doesn’t acknowledge or say goodbye to me, and a heaviness weighs on my chest. He said no sharing.