Page 99 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

I nodded. It became obvious the first time he told me he was my daddy. And it suited him. It fit the man so fucking well.

My body rocked into his, sending delicious sensations rushing through me when his cock hit the right spot. I pulled back, my hands going to his clothes. He let me tug off his hoodie, followed by his t-shirt. Zayn and Arlo had come here incognito.

My hands ran over his bare chest, stroking his skin, branding it on mine. I leant forward again, licking it with my tongue. He didn’t stop me. Instead, he leant back against his hands, allowing me to explore him. Letting me worship his body in the confines of my childhood bedroom. It felt illicit. My father would not be happy if he knew I was fucking Zayn here. That only made it hotter.

“Is this your way of demonstrating how much you missed me?”

My eyes flicked up, noting the wicked look in his.

“Yes, and no.”

His eyebrow raised.

“I grew up in this room, Zayn. It feels almost forbidden having you here. And I like it.”

My words only made his gaze grow ever more wicked and deviant. He lay back completely, tucking both his arms under his head.

“Then be my dirty little fairy and fuck the king forbidden to you by our fathers.”

My insides clenched, making him buck up into me.

“King?”

“I rule over you, Tinkerbell. That makes me king.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

I pressed a kiss to his breastbone, right by his heart.

“Do I get to be your fairy queen?”

“If you’re a good girl and make daddy come.”

My mouth went dry. Then I sat up, pulling my t-shirt off, leaving me naked above him. I hadn’t bothered putting a bra on today. My hands went to his stomach, my hips rocking faster. The way he ran his teeth over his bottom lip as those dark eyes roamed across the expanse of my body made my cheeks heat.

“That’s it, ride my cock like the little slut for daddy you are.”

Watching him lay there, allowing me to do all the work, to pleasure him the way he always did me, was empowering. It made me feel stronger. Like I had the control, even though we both knew if he wanted to take it back, he could in an instant. He would always own me in the bedroom. I’d bend to his will, allow him to push my body to the extreme in the name of pleasure.

“Daddy?”

“Mmm?”

“Can I have your fingers please?”

He looked me over once more.

“Where do you want them, hmm?”

He always did this. Made me use my words. Forced me to give him the truth of my desires. I liked the way he insisted on it, pushing me past the embarrassment of my needs.

“Inside me. I want you to put them inside me.”

He untucked his tattooed hand from behind his head, reaching up to draw them over my mouth. I parted my lips, letting him slide inside.

“Here?”

I shook my head even as I sucked on them. He made me take all four inside my mouth, coating them in my spit.

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