Bad Daddy (Dirty Little Lies Duet #1) Read Online J.D. Hollyfield

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, College, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Dirty Little Lies Duet Series by J.D. Hollyfield
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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
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In record time, we’re both naked, and he’s sealing his lips over my aching pussy. He licks, sucks, and bites until I’m bucking under his hold, my orgasm blasting through me. He crawls over me, spreads my legs, and pushes inside. “Fuck, I missed you.” He pulls out and powers back in. “Never letting you leave this room the whole time you’re home.” My back slides up the sheets, and I run my fingers along his scalp.

“I love you,” I moan, opening wider for him. With each fierce thrust, he takes, owns, and dominates. My breathing grows heavy, and I pant out another orgasm. With one more thrust, needing to claim the deepest part of me, he throws his head back, growling out his own release.

“I love you too, naughty girl.” He captures my lips, sealing our love with the most euphoric kiss. “Make me a happy man. Let me own you for eternity. Be mine forever. Marry me.”

My eyes, once sated and heavy, open wide. “What? You…want to marry me?”

His low chuckle vibrates against my chest. “I already own you. I’ve claimed every single part of you, from your mind to this beautiful cunt. My cunt. Might as well claim your last name too. So every person out there knows who you belong to. Who do you belong to, Violet?”

My heart beats hard in my chest. His eyes never falter from mine, waiting for my answer. The way he stares at me, with trust, love, desire, I know he’ll forever be my safety and the other half of my soul. Tears burn my eyes. I can’t stop the waterworks as every emotion hits me at once. A shiver ripples through me, and I pull his mouth to mine, kissing with everything I have.

“Baby, put this old man out of his misery. Answer me.”

My lips break out into a smile, but I don’t let up. “You’re not old,” I mumble against his lips. “Grumpy, maybe—ahhh!” His hands dig into my sides, tickling me. He pulls away from my mouth and runs his tongue down my neck.

“Answer me, Violet. I’m not a patient man.”

“Oh boy, the grumpiness is coming out—ahhh! Okay, yes! Yes. I’ll marry you.” He sucks my flesh into his mouth, knowing he’ll leave his mark. He’s hard against my thigh, and without shame, I guide him back to my pulsating sex. He enters me, inch by glorious inch.

“Mine. Mine. Mine…” Each thrust is a vow—a promise. I am just as desperate to express my devotion, match him with fervor, take everything he offers. His love. His safety. His trust. And most of all, his heart.

Hazel

I’m late.

I’m not allowed to be late.

Timeliness and compliant. Two of his rules. I’m breaking one of them. My heart hammers inside my chest. There will be consequences. Maybe he’ll understand. It was out of my control. I tried to hurry Violet. She couldn’t possibly understand the torture I’ll endure by her making us late.

And now, I’m going to pay. He’s going to make sure of it.

He wasn’t what destiny had in store for me. He was everything wrong for me. Dangerous. His eyes told me so. I shouldn’t have fallen in love with him. The words he tempted me with were sweet little lies to lure me in. And now, I’m trapped in his web of desire and temptation.

I speed through the streets to his large estate hidden on the outskirts of the busy city. When I enter in the passcode, the gates open, and I race up the winding driveway. His house comes into view, a single light shining through the front window. I’m already removing my jacket as I park and run into the house—a shudder of fear mixed with arousal ripples down my spine when I’m not met with his large frame and the smell of scotch on his breath. He’s already downstairs waiting for me. My breath hitches at the low sound of music as I near the stairs. Andrea Bocelli is playing. His favorite melody when he’s upset. My nipples pebble as I take the steps two at a time, almost tumbling down the stairs. He will understand. It was out of my control. I remove my dress, leaving me bare except for my white lace bra and underwear.

When I turn into the low-lit room, I see him, his back to me. His shoulders are wound tight, a crystal glass in his hand as he stares at a piece of art hanging on the wall. “I’m sorry. It was out of my control. Violet—”

I stop mid-sentence when he turns, his eyes smoldering in discontent. “You’re late.” His words carry so much meaning. My legs weaken, and I fall to the ground, my knees slamming against the marble floor. I bow my head.

“I’m sorry. We left late because of Violet, and I hit traffic.” His steps eat up the floor until his shoes are touching my knees. I lean into his palm when his hand begins to caress my cheek, aching for his touch. He leisurely walks around me, and I feel the heat of his body at my back.



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