Page 3 of Daddy's Little Plaything

There it was. The confession I’d been waiting for.

“But you do.”

His eyes darkened, the shadows seeming to wrap around him. I saw something raw and dangerous flickering across his face. He stayed silent but didn’t deny it. He didn’t stop me when I stood and walked over to him, stopping right beside his chair.

And then, with shaky fingers, I reached up, tracing my fingertips along the edge of his jaw. His skin was rough with stubble, warm beneath my touch.

He sucked in a breath, his hands clenched into fists. “Phia. I’m your father.”

“Tell me to stop,” I whispered.

He didn’t.

Instead, he let out a sound—a deep, guttural growl—and before I could process what was happening, his hand shot out, fingers wrapping around my wrist, yanking me against him until I was sitting on his lap.

I gasped, my hands flattening against his chest, my heart hammering against my ribs. He was so big, so overwhelming. I felt his body heat and strength, and most of all… the danger and taboo that made him everything I wanted.

His other hand came up, gripping my chin, forcing my gaze to his. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

I licked my lips, shivering as his thumb traced the line of my jaw.

“I do,” I whispered.

He exhaled sharply, his forehead dropping against mine. His breath was warm, ragged, and laced with alcohol. It made me drunk with want.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

I barely had time to react before Daddy’s lips crashed against mine.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft.

It was forbidden possession.

And I wanted more.

CHAPTER 3

BECKETT

Ishould stop this.

I should push her away, tell her to go back upstairs, pretend like I haven’t spent the last couple years fighting every goddamn instinct screaming at me to fuck my daughter.

But I wasn't as strong as I thought. And the moment my mouth touched hers, I was lost. Done. Too weak to say no to her.

Phia had been testing me for months, maybe even longer. I wasn’t a fool—I’d seen the way she looked at me, felt the heat in her stare when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. I’d ignored it, pretended like it wasn’t happening. Told myself it couldn’t cross that very taboo line.

But this was real. And this was happening right here and right now.

Phia made a soft sound, something between a gasp and a moan, and I felt it everywhere as I delved my tongue deeper into her mouth and tasted my daughter like I had never before. My fingers curled into her hair, tugging her head back as I devoured her, taking everything she was willing to give.

Her hands slid up my bare chest, over my shoulders, and gripped me like she needed something to hold on to. Like she’d been waiting for this just as long as I had.

I broke the kiss, my breathing rough, my forehead pressed against hers. “We can’t do this, sweetheart. I’m your father.”

She let out a shaky breath. “I don’t care about that. I just want my daddy to fuck me and ease this ache deep inside.”

“We can’t cross this line, Phia.”

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