But I spread my legs
And waited for the stretch
Because I knew
He was going to break me open next.
His c**k was right there.
Pressed at my entrance.
Thick, hot, pulsing like it had a f*****g heartbeat.
My p***y was already parted for him, lips slick and swollen and weeping from the way he’d just devoured me with his mouth.
I was still bent over the edge of the bar, breath caught in my throat, thighs trembling like I’d been drugged on heat. His hand was firm on my hip, gripping me like he was about to shove that c**k in and f**k the air out of my lungs.
“You ready to be ruined now, little girl?”
His voice was a growl, buried in my ear, hot as hell and twice as wicked.
I nodded. Tried to answer. But no sound came out.
Just a whimper. Just a pathetic little noise as he rolled his hips forward and the head of his c**k pressed harder against the dripping mess between my legs.
My walls clenched before he even pushed in. I could already feel the stretch, the burn, the brutal width that would split me open and leave me wrecked for days.
And then.
“Daddy!”
The voice sliced through the tension like a f*****g blade. As my body jerked. His hand flew off my hip. The weight of his c**k disappeared. His grip loosened as footsteps echoed down the hallway.
“Daddy, are you still down here?”
Tasha. f**k.
He turned me around fast. Hands moving like he’d done this before. He shoved the torn mesh dress down over my thighs, not that it did anything to hide the slick still glistening between my legs.
His hands were rough, fast, yanking me upright, tucking a stray curl behind my ear like that would somehow erase the fact that I was still gasping, still leaking, still trembling from the orgasm he’d just shoved down my throat with his tongue.
He took one step back.
Then another.
The Forbidden Touch
His chest was still bare. His c**k still hard. His jaw still tight like he’d just been cockblocked mid-exorcism.
And then she appeared.
Tasha.
Heels. Glitter. Phone in hand.
Bouncing like she hadn’t just walked in on sin.
She didn’t see anything. Thank the moon goddess.
Didn’t notice how red my cheeks were or how uneven my breathing was or how my legs couldn’t stop trembling.
“Daddy, please!” she whined, racing toward him.
“One of our girls just called. The party is already on fire. Like it’s lit, Daddy. They said there’s this guy with a yacht, and apparently he’s scouting for a new wife, and you know Angel’s already taking pictures and I swear if we don’t get there now, we’ll miss everything!”
She clutched his arm like a child begging for candy.
Her voice was breathless. Her excitement infectious.
But Damon didn’t look at her.
He was looking at me.
Right at me.
Eyes locked on the space between my thighs like he was memorizing the taste of me.
My slick was still drying on his beard.
I knew it.
He knew it.
Tasha didn’t.
“Daddy, please,” she said again. Her tone shifted. Softer now.
“Please. Can we go? I’ve been waiting all day.”
He took a slow breath.
Exhaled through his nose like he was trying to calm a storm.
Then finally.
“Fine,” he said.
“But make sure you stay safe.”
“I will, Daddy. I promise.”
She kissed his cheek and started to turn, then paused.
“Can I take your car?”
Damon looked at her like she’d just suggested murder.
“Hell no, Tasha.”
She gasped.
“Come on, Daddy. You have, like, hundreds of cars.”
“And the last time you took one, you ran it into a marble statue.”
“It was a movie prop!”
“You cracked the grille. Dented the hood. Scraped the side mirror.”
Her pout deepened.
“That car was boring anyway.”
Midnight Sins
Midnight Sins
“The car was boring anyway.”
Tasha crossed her arms, her pout deepening into full-blown brat mode as she stared up at Damon like he was the villain of her movie.
Her eyes glinted with irritation, the gloss on her lips catching the light as she tilted her head just enough to make the halo of her curls bounce. She looked like a spoiled heiress in heat..and she was.
“You want me to show up to the biggest party of the summer in a Jeep, Daddy? What will people say?”
She threw her hands up in dramatic exasperation.
“I’ll look like the designated driver or some divorced mom trying to relive her glory days.”
Damon didn’t budge..
Didn’t blink.
He was still standing shirtless in the middle of the living room, the soft amber of the whiskey in his hand catching the light, highlighting the sweat on his abs and the sharp lines carved into his inked chest.
His c**k was still half-hard, outlined thick and heavy beneath his sweatpants, a silent, pulsing threat that hadn’t gone away since the moment he’d tasted me.
He looked at her like she was a mild inconvenience.
“I said take the Jeep.”
“You have hundreds of cars, Daddy,” she groaned.
“Why do you care about that one?”
“Because you drive like a f*****g lunatic.”
Tasha gasped.
“That’s so unfair! I only hit that statue because it came out of nowhere.”
“It was bolted to the ground.”
“It looked like it was going to move!”
He arched a brow.
“It was a marble lion.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.