Total pages in book: 8
Estimated words: 7181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 36(@200wpm)___ 29(@250wpm)___ 24(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 36(@200wpm)___ 29(@250wpm)___ 24(@300wpm)
Connor still just stood there, helpless and looking scared shitless, as my father stared him down for several seconds. And then Connor was turning and all but ran in the other direction.
My father made sure Connor was out of sight before he turned and dragged me back toward the house. The silence between us was suffocating, and my heart pounded in my chest.
I knew I was in deep trouble, and that made this dark rush of… something so wrong consume me.
When we reached the house, Dad shoved the door open hard enough it slammed against the wall. He pulled me inside and closed it behind us with enough force the pictures on the wall shook.
Dad paced back and forth, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled and exhaled wildly. He stood and faced me, his muscular arms hanging on either side, his hands curled into fists as his broad chest rose and fell with his harsh breathing.
“Do you have any idea how stupid that was?” he growled. “Sneaking out in the middle of the night could have gotten you hurt, Victoria.” His jaw clenched as he let that statement hang between us. “And then I find out you’re meeting some little prick by the lake?”
I stood there, staring at my father, never having seen him so mad before–let alone directed right at me.
Guilt and that darkness of feelings I couldn't name out loud consumed me. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered, but was I really sorry?
No. No, I'm not.
And then he took a step closer, then another, and another until he was right in front of me. I had to crane my neck back to stare in his face. He only gave me a second before he used his body to make me move backward until the wall stopped my retreat.
“I should ground you,” he snapped and slammed his hands on the wall on either side of my head. “No phone. No going out. Nothing. That’s the punishment I should be giving you.” His focus scanned my face before zeroing in on my lips. I licked them involuntarily, unable to stop myself from doing the act. “I should lock you in your room for the rest of the summer.”
I nodded, but bad things, dirty things, played in my mind as I thought about Daddy telling me what to do as I was locked in my room. On my bed. I swallowed hard, knowing there was no way I could vocalize any of this, but God, I wanted to.
“But I’m not going to do any of that.” He leaned in so we were eye level. “Do you know how I’m going to punish you, Victoria?”
I slowly shook my head, unable to find my voice.
“I’m going to show you what it means to be a good girl.” He slid his hand behind me, down the length of my spine, and cupped one round, plump cheek. He leaned in another inch, so I felt his breath on my lips. “I’m going to show you that this is Daddy's ass, baby girl.”
And then I was in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, his cock hard when it nudged at my pussy, as he strode down the hall and to the bedroom.
God… this was happening. We were going to hell for this, and I was looking forward to it.
2
VICTORIA
I was crossing the line with my father tonight.
“I’m going to spank your pretty ass, spread your perfect thighs, and slide my cock into that forbidden hole.”
God, I was so wet.
I shouldn’t want him. Hell, that was common sense. He was my father, and I’d always been a good girl and listened to my father. He raised me when my mother got up and left us. Seeing Marcus, my father, as anything other than that was a line that should never be crossed.
But God… we were crossing it tonight.
I’d always known my father was a handsome man, but when I turned eighteen, I started feeling arousal when I stared at him. And for the last year, something in me changed. Now nineteen, I saw him as the only man I wanted.
No matter how wrong this was, there was something between us that neither of us could deny.
My body was on fire, my pussy so wet as Daddy carried me into his room. Once inside, he kicked the door shut and set me on my feet, letting my body slide all the way down his so I felt all the hard lines and his even harder cock.
I took a few steps back and then couldn’t move. I was frozen in place by my emotions and feelings. My father took a step closer.
He said nothing else, just stared at me like a predator. I felt so vulnerable right then, and it turned me on.
“Are we really doing this?” I asked quietly. I’d die if he told me to leave. I needed this like I needed to breathe.