Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 3

Violet

He kissed me deeply, and I kissed him back.

God, he tasted so good, like warm spice. His teeth caught my bottom lip, biting just hard enough to make me moan, and then his tongue slipped into my mouth, stealing every last thought in my head.

The kiss deepened, and my whole body responded like it had been waiting for this moment all its life.

My legs went weak, and my head spun. My core clenched so tightly I swore I could feel my heartbeat there.

“You bastard! How dare you!” Matthew yelled.

Before I could turn, the stranger was shoved away from me. A sickening crack followed as Matthew’s fist slammed into his jaw, knocking him back a step. I gasped, eyes wide with shock, Matthew was never the aggressive type.

Matthew grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward him.

I gasped at the sudden contact, pain flaring where his fingers dug into my skin. “Let go of me this instant!”

His eyes were wild, and red with fury. “How dare you kiss another man in front of me?! Don’t you have any shame?!”

Shame?

I’m the one without shame? He saved his childhood friend, carried her like she was his girlfriend, and humiliated me over and over in front of everyone. And somehow, I’m the shameless one?

I stared at him and laughed. “It’s funny, you suddenly remember the meaning of shame. I thought you’d forgotten what that word meant entirely.”

He glared at me. “What the fuck do you mean by that? Are you seriously still jealous of Nora?”

Still jealous?

“How many times have I told you?” he went on. “There’s nothing going on between us! Nora’s my childhood friend! I care about her! I can’t just stop seeing her because you’re jealous—”

“You’re crazy,” I snapped. “And fucking blind.”

“You—”

“Since you care about her so much, then go ahead and date her. We’re done, Matthew. I won’t let you play with my heart anymore. I won’t be anyone’s substitute.”

His expression crumbled, confusion hitting first, followed quickly by disbelief. “W-What are you saying? You want to break up with me—” Before he could finish, his arm was roughly ripped away from me, and twisted behind his back with such speed and force that he staggered back.

I turned my attention to the masked man, he held Matthew's hand, twisting it effortlessly.

“Well,” he said coolly, tightening his hold just enough to make Matthew wince, “you heard the lady. She doesn’t want you anymore.”

Matthew struggled, red-faced. “Let me go! Do you have any idea who I am?!”

The man tilted his head, amused. “Do I?”

He leaned closer, like he was talking to a sulking child.

“You look like a kid who just lost his favorite toy to someone better.”

He grinned. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood tonight, kid.” His voice dropped low. “Because otherwise, I’d have made you regret ever laying a hand on me.”

For a split second, I saw fear flicker in Matthew’s eyes.

That moment was satisfying.

I had suffered in silence, doubted myself, and shrunk into corners while he played savior to another woman. But now, he was the one humiliated. Held in front of everyone like a tantruming child.

And God, it felt good.

Still, I didn’t want this stranger to get into trouble because of him. If Matthew found out who he was, he might try to get revenge.

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