Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I’m already pushing past him though, having spotted my head planner, when Bills fucking hand grabs my arm again.
“Damien, I’d like you to meet my daughter.”
I sigh heavily, narrowing my eyes and squaring my shoulders as I turn back to him to tell him as politely as I can to fuck off.
“Bill, I need to—”
I freeze.
The rest of the room fades away as my eyes lock onto the gorgeous, perfect little angel that Bill’s goddamn arm is wrapped around.
Her.
The girl who’s still got my cum soaking into her panties, who’s sweet little candy pussy I can still taste on my tongue and is literally all I can think about.
…And she’s Bill Goddard’s fucking daughter.
6
Lyra
He stares at me, his jaw tight and his eyes blazing that green fury at me. There’s definitely anger there, but it’s more than just fury.
Hunger.
There’s a fire in that look, and I shiver, knowing something that I’ve never known before: I kindled that fire.
Me.
He knows I tricked him, or at least wasn’t exactly forthcoming in who I was. There’s no pretending that I didn’t know who he was. I mean, of course I did — I was in his office, at his party, in his company headquarters.
My body tightens, my core trembling at the memory of not ten minutes ago — his tongue sliding through my pussy, tasting me and making me shiver and shake like nothing ever has before. I remember the way his big, thick cock felt, pulsing hot and hard on my skin and gliding over my clit.
The way his hands felt on my skin, and the feel of his cum pumping over me.
I can still feel him under my dress — sticky, warm, and wet on my skin. It’s a reminder — a dirty, wicked, sinful reminder of what we’ve just done. But he looks so mad. I think about what he said, how I was his now, and marked and all that, and how he’d be taking me as his own later.
But my heart begins to sink in as I watch his eyes narrow as they dart from me, to Bill, back to me again. No, I tricked him, and a man like Damian Castle doesn’t go for being tricked.
“Your daughter,” he growls, his eyes stopping on me, his look fierce.
“Well, stepdaughter,” Bill chuckles. “Married her mom a few years back. Anyways, I wanted you to meet, since she’s going to be around here for the next month.”
Damien’s brow raises. “Pardon?”
“Yeah, I’d planned for her to intern with Regent Trust over the summer, and since Regent is now part of Castle Capital, well, I guess she’ll be interning here! You know, before she leaves.”
“Leaves?”
Bill nods, slugging back his drink. “Yeah, well you know, she’s headed off to school soon.”
My stomach sinks, and I watch Damien’s jaw twitch.
“Is she now?”
Bill chuckles. “Yep, that she is. Going to study business and make me proud.”
I watch as Damien — the man whose touch and whose filthy, captivating words I can’t get out of my head — nods, still looking right at me.
“So you’re in college.”
“I—”
I want to answer. I want so badly to explain, but Bill beats me to it, and it sounds so much worse coming from him.
“Well, she will be.”
Damien’s jaw twitches again, and this time his eyes dart quickly to Bill.
“What did you just say?” he snaps.
“I said she will be in college. Next month, when she goes in for freshman orientation.”
Damien’s eyes snap back to mine, and this time, they’re full of fire. I want so badly to just jump into his arms and kiss him, and tell him I’m sorry for holding back on what is really actually a pretty big piece of information. He obviously knew I was young, but I’m suddenly thinking he may have just left it at “get out of my office” if he knew I was eighteen young, and less than half his age. And I swear, Bill standing here or not, I’m about to do just that, when suddenly, we’re swarmed by guys in business suits grinning from ear to ear. Guys from Bill’s company and some from Damien’s, all holding drinks and wanting to congratulate the two of them on the merger.
Bill happily obliges of course, taking drinks that are passed his way, but I watch as Damien gives me one last fierce look before he pulls away and ducks into the crowd.
My heart sinks again. The pain of losing that perfect moment in his office sears into me as I turn and make my way through the crowd. Tears sting my eyes a I think of how perfect it felt being in his arms and kissing his lips. And knowing that I’ve messed that up by not being truthful is like a knife to the gut.
I know I should have told him. Being the stepdaughter of the man whose company he’s merging with is one thing. Being inexperienced is one thing. But if he’d known that lack of experience was because I was eighteen, I doubt he’d have had another word to say to me. A man like Damien Castle probably dates models, and actresses, and celebrities — women who know what they’re doing and aren’t going to fumble around like some stupid inexperienced virgin.