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I circle her, and she freezes.

Reaching out, I pull the towel away from her body, unravelling it to reveal smooth curves and thick thighs that need to be spread wide to see her wet core, pinned down to cushion my hard thrusts. This woman is made for fucking. For bruising. “I did promise you once that I would soon see my finger marks dotting these thighs.” I continue around her, taking in every supple inch, sliding my fingers along her belly as I go. All woman. Short. Full. Gorgeous. “I did warn you what to expect. What is your safe word, Baby Girl?”

She cranes her neck to meet my eyes, whipping her head around to follow me as I prowl her perimeter like a wolf outside a rabbit’s warren. “I don’t have one.

“You don’t have one?” I tsk.

“Donnie and Tyler don’t usually ask for consent.”

“Well, that isn’t acceptable. I have never been very good at taking no for an answer, but if I’m going to be your daddy, I will need your consent, Baby Girl. And Donnie should know better. Choose one.”

“Lemon.”

“That was quick.” Tension builds inside me. I crack my knuckles. “Have you had one with other men?”

“No.” She shakes her head, staring at my fists as I work out the surge of possessiveness. “I read a lot of spicy romance books. I read that one somewhere and liked it.”

“Do you want levels?” I ask, moving to sit on the leather sofa, spreading my thighs and leaning back. I remain completely clothed in my suit while she is completely vulnerable. “Slow down? Stop and offer care?”

“No.” She breathes. “Just lemon.”

My cock pulses at my thigh as I ask, “What do you call me, Baby Girl?”

She swallows. “Daddy?” She tries the term out, her voice softening, sweetening, and my cock thickens further down my thigh.

“Yes.” I narrow my vision on her and unlatch my belt with one hand, leaving the leather tails hanging open at the zipper. “And you’ll be a very good girl for your daddy. Tonight, you’re going to show me obedience. It is what Daddy needs, Baby Girl, after being locked up. Give me consent now, and I will start and not stop for anything short oflemon.”

“I consent.”

“Drop to your knees.”

CHAPTER FOUR

VALLIE

Fuck, he is hot.

And domineering.

“Drop to your knees.”

I gasp, my heart thrashing with nerves while my pussy clenches around nothing, begging to have pressure. To be full. Donnie debases me. He takes. I let him—wanthim to. But I very rarelysubmitto him…Do I?I used to pretend to be obedient for fear of my life, but as soon as I no longer feared them, that stopped.

Donnie is still an arsehole, and I love every jerk inch. Tyler is my baby, my sweet lunatic boy. But this… The fact that I don’t know Dexter that well adds to the dangerous feeling playing with my nerves. Alone. Submitting?

Will I like it?

“The carpet is extra soft in this room.” He grins, two creases that denote his age form around one corner.

I damn near flood the ‘extra soft carpets.’ Older men are just… a whole other level of hot.

“Just for my Baby Girl’s precious, soft knees.”

I scoff, but it’s a nervous sound, not bratty. “How did you manage that?”

“I had it replaced a month ago.”

“This is your hotel?”

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