Daddy’s Soul – Crime Boss Daddies Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Crime, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
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“W-what?” she asked breathlessly.

He stood, then lifted her onto her feet. Only her legs gave way and he had to lift her up onto his hip. Embarrassment filled her as she realized that she was likely leaving a wet patch on the top he was wearing.

She wriggled. “Put me down.”

“No.” He carried her through the bedroom and into an attached bathroom.

Her mouth dropped open again. This bathroom was almost as opulent as his. Except it was white marble and had a single shower. The bath tub was clawfoot, and there were pale blue towels hanging on the towel rack.

“I need to get cleaned up.”

“That’s why I brought you in here.” He set her down in front of the vanity. “Hold on to the edge.” He grabbed a cloth and ran it through warm water.

“You can’t make it a rule that I can’t come until I move in,” she told him firmly.

That was going too far. Because she really, really needed to come. It was an ache. Her clit was throbbing and all she could think about was getting some release.

“Yes, I can,” he replied as he wet a cloth. “Spread your legs.”

“Reuben.”

“I prefer Daddy or Sir,” he told her. “Sir, at the office or in bed. Daddy, the rest of the time.”

Her stomach twisted.

Calling him Daddy made her feel so happy. Yet so scared at the same time.

“Spread your legs.” It was said firmly, and she found herself parting her legs.

To her shock, he reached between her legs with the warm cloth and placed it over her pussy. She let out a shocked cry, moving up onto her toes.

“Easy,” he said. “The cloth will help you calm down.”

Holy. Heck.

The warmth of the cloth actually felt really good, even as her face grew bright red.

He drew the cloth back and put it back under the warm water.

“Move back slightly and bend over.”

“Daddy,” she whispered. “I can’t.”

“Of course you can. You’re doing what Daddy wants. Bend over and let me take care of you.”

Fudge.

She shuffled back and bent over. He flicked the bottom of the T-shirt over her bottom, baring her to his gaze. Then he proceeded to gently wash her.

Her breathing deepened.

What was he doing to her?

“It’s not fair to withhold orgasms until I move in with you. That’s blackmail.”

He pulled her T-shirt down and then helped her stand before putting the cloth in the hamper.

“It is.”

“I don’t know how you can’t see that it’s blackmail . . . wait, you agree?”

He walked back over to her and lifted her onto the counter, stepping in between her open legs. He placed a hand on either side of her hips.

“Of course it’s blackmail,” he murmured. “I’ll use any weapons in my arsenal to get you to do what I want.”

“That’s . . . that’s . . . urgh! You’re impossible. You can’t just go around blackmailing people.”

He grinned. It was a wicked, evil, gorgeous, sexy grin that had her entire body twisting with desire.

Darn him.

Why did he have to look so incredible? And why did she have to find him so irresistible?

“Of course I can. Who are you going to complain to?”

“There . . . there’s got to be someone I can complain to about this! Maybe the Little police? The Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Littles! SPCL!”

Amusement filled his face. “Poor baby. Someone needs to come, don’t they?”

Yes!

But she wasn’t going to tell him that. Mostly because it was very obvious.

She huffed out a breath, remembering what Cat had said how she had the power since he just wanted her to be happy.

Well, this wasn’t making her very happy.

“You’re being so mean, Daddy. You don’t really mean it, do you?” She pouted.

“Poor baby.” He leaned in and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, melting into the kiss. His tongue teased her. She attempted to push her thighs together, but he stood between her legs, keeping them apart.

She just needed some friction against her clit.

But he drew back and cupped her pussy with his hand.

“Please, please.”

“I know, baby. I know you need to come. But just imagine how good it’s going to feel when you move in here and I give you all the orgasms you desire.”

“You’re a bad, bad man.”

He was impossible. And Cat was wrong. Obviously, Alejandro was far less stubborn and more understanding than Reuben was.

“Well, I never claimed to be the good guy. You know that. If I have to be the bad guy to get what I want, then that’s what I’m going to do. But I’m your bad guy.”

That should not be sexy.

Red flags.

Do not give in to him. Do not.

“You cannot get your own way all the time,” she warned.

“Does this mean that you’re moving in with me?” he asked, sounding surprisingly relieved.

“It means I’ll think about it. God help me.”


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