Page 28 of Ruin Me, Daddy

“No more swearing at Daddy and no more talking bad about yourself. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Good girl. Now, are you ready to tell me the real reason you signed up for the auction tonight?”

Fuck. She really didn’t want to answer that, but it was clear he wasn’t going to drop it. “You made me mad.”

“Because I told you not to sign up?”

“Because you accused me of something I wasn’t planning to do, and then you started ordering me around like you were my…” Trailing off, she swallowed hard against the lump that had suddenly lodged itself in her throat.

“Your Daddy?”

“Yeah. Something like that.”

“The irony isn’t lost on me, baby,” he said with a low chuckle. “Looks like we’ve come full circle.”

“Looks like it.”

“I would apologize, but I’m not sorry. How could I be when I finally have you where I’ve always wanted you?” Dipping his head, he brushed his lips down her neck. “But I will give you a choice.”

“What kind of choice?”

“Since you were honest with me about why you signed up, you can choose what we do next. I can make you come all over my fingers. And that will be the end of the scene. I’ll get you cleaned up, cuddle you for a bit, and drop you off at your hotel for the night.”

“Or?” she asked, anticipation pounding in her veins as she waited to see what was behind door number two.

“Or…” Leaning in, he nipped at the shell of her ear, his voice dropping to a low growl that sent a shiver racing up her spine. “I can do what I’ve been dreaming of for so long. I can turn you around and fuck you up against this cross with everyone watching.”

“And then drop me off at my hotel?” As much as she wanted to feel his cock inside her, the idea of going back to an empty hotel room held little appeal.

“No, baby. If I fuck you, then you’re coming home with me so I can enjoy every inch of this gorgeous body until the sun comes up tomorrow. If I fuck you, then you are well and truly mine for the rest of the night. So, what’s it going to be?”

There was only one answer. The wrong one. The one she knew would ruin their friendship, ruin her for every man who came after him.

And still, it was the only answer she could possibly give.

“You, Daddy. I want you.”

CHAPTER 11

ICE

Thank god.

Fisting a hand in her hair, he pulled her head back, lowering his head to scrape his teeth down the exposed skin of her neck. “You want me, baby?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

“Then beg me. Beg Daddy to fuck you like the good little slut I know you can be.”

If all he had was one night to live out all his wildest fantasies, he wasn’t going to hold back.

Silver jerked at his words, turning her head to glare at him. “I don’t beg. And I’m not a slut.”

“You’re my little slut though, aren’t you, baby? And you’re going to be a good little whore for Daddy.”

Something passed over her face, and for a moment he wondered if he’d overstepped. Nothing on her hard limits list said a little degradation was off the table, but she almost looked like she wanted to call her safeword.

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