Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 17

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I pulled back quickly, pressing a hand against his chest again. “But care, please, just pick up.”

His smile faded slightly. He looked at me for a moment. Then he exhaled and leaned in one last time, pressing a warm kiss to my lips.

“Sweet little princess,” he murmured. “We’re going to finish what we started. Wait for me like a good girl, or you will get punished.”

He stood up, unbothered, completely bare from the waist up, his back strong and lean as he walked to the phone. He answered it casually, turning toward the massive windows that overlooked the city, his voice cold and distant. And that’s when it hit me. This was the perfect moment.

This was my chance to leave. No drama, no words, and no messy goodbye. Because no matter how good he felt, this was still a one-night stand. Nothing more. I was just the woman who let a stranger make her forget another man.

That was all. With the little bit of dignity I had left, I knew I had to go. I didn’t want to be the one he had to ask to leave.

I looked at him once more, his silhouette bathed in morning light, talking in low tones into the phone.

I slipped out of the bed, my limbs still trembling. Fuck, my body ached like hell. In all my twenty-four years, I had never been fucked that hard, that I couldn’t even feel my legs anymore.

What the hell was he? A beast?

I padded barefoot across the plush carpet, careful not to make a sound. When I reached the door, something made me glance

back one more time.

He was still on the phone.

But…

That smirk.

That knowing, amused little curve of his lips. And for the briefest second, I could’ve sworn he was looking right at me.

I froze.

Huh.

Maybe I imagined it.

I slipped through the door, closed it softly behind me, and leaned back against it, taking a long breath.

Hell.

That was…fucking terrifying.

I licked my lips, still tasting him. I glanced over at the tall window, sunlight pouring in like a spotlight on my shame.

My heart skipped a beat.

My legs squeezed together instinctively as I remembered what he did to me there, how he had me over the glass, fucking me like he owned me, while half the goddamn city could have been watching.

And I let him. No, worse, I enjoyed it.

I didn’t know if I could ever let Matthew fuck me that way. The thought of him doing the same scared me, so why the hell did I allow a complete stranger to do that? Was it because he was older and more mature?

I shook my head hard, trying not to think about how wrecked I probably looked, or how my body still ached deliciously from last night.

Focus.

Clothes. Dignity. Escape.

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I scanned the room and spotted my torn dress and discarded panties on the floor. Bending down, I picked them up.

Shit.

I’d forgotten he tore my dress last night. I sighed. What the hell art I supposed to wear now?

That’s when my eyes landed on the white shirt draped over the couch, his shirt. I didn’t have a choice.

I slipped on my underwear and pulled the shirt over my body, my fingers fumbling slightly with the buttons. I tried to ignore how it smelled like him.

I walked quietly toward the door. One hand stretched out, fingers brushing the handle, when everything flipped.

A strong arm hooked around my waist and lifted me clean off the ground. I let out a shocked yelp as I was slung over a broad shoulder like a sack of flour.

“Oh my god!”

I didn’t need to look to know he was smiling.

“Is the kitten trying to run now?” Hades drawled, voice dripping with amusement.

“What are you doing?!” I cried, fists lightly pounding his back. “Put me down.”

“I should be asking you that,” he said, tone darker now. “Didn’t I say I’d punish you if you didn’t behave?”

My heart jumped.

I opened my mouth, brain scrambling for something to say.

“I-I…”

SMACK.

His palm landed sharply on my ass, and I gasped loudly. My eyes flew wide, and heat exploded across my face.

“Y-You!” I stammered.

“Naughty girls,” he said calmly, “deserve to be spanked, princess.

Oh my lord.

I buried my face in my hands, every part of me flushed and tingling and way too turned on for someone who was supposed to be escaping this.

Fucking hell.

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Hades

There was a smile tugging at my lips.

This girl, she was far more amusing than I expected.

Since last night, there hadn’t been a single dull moment. She occupied my mind. A soft, tempting presence I couldn’t shake. Every glance, every flustered stammer, every time she looked at m with those innocent eyes, it thrilled me.

Looking at her made me want to tease her, touch her, and fuck her all day long.

I wanted her for myself. And to make it worse, she had to be wearing my shirt, the one that barely covered her.

I used to roll my eyes at the idea of men going soft over a woman in their clothes. I never cared for that kind of thing. But fuck, she looked tempting in it. I wanted to take it off of her.

“H-Hades… don’t do that,” she muttered from over my shoulder. I’m not a child. You can’t spank me.”

I tightened my grip on her waist slightly. I could feel her thighs shirt against my chest; feel her heat against my shoulder.

“Oh?” I said, amused. “So you hated it?”

She went silent for a while before whispering. “Yes. I do.”

I smirked. She was lying.

She was probably biting her lip right now, her face flushed and hot

I adjusted her over my shoulder and murmured, “I see. Then why’s your body trembling?”

She didn’t answer.

“Hmm,” I continued, chuckling low in my throat. “Is it fear or excitement?”

Still nothing, but her pulse was racing.

I set her down, letting her feet touch the ground as gently as possible. She stood, adjusting herself, brushing her fingers through her hair and trying to regain control. I was right, her cheeks were flushed.

“None,” she said quickly. “You just… surprised me.”

“I see,” I said, taking a step toward her.

She instinctively stepped back.

I moved closer. She retreated again, until her back hit the edge of the kitchen counter.

Perfect.

I leaned down to her height, lowering my gaze, pressing in close. My arms caged her in, one hand on either side of the counter. She tilted her chin up instinctively.

“Then prove it,” I said softly, just above a whisper.

Her lips parted. “W-What?”

“Prove it to me,” I murmured, stepping in close, my voice a low growl. “Prove that me spanking you didn’t do a damn thing to you, princess. That it didn’t make your pussy throb, didn’t soak you through your panties.”

She looked up into my eyes, then down to my mouth, and swallow hard.