Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl novel Chapter 4

A growl escaped my throat before I could stop it. My voice came our darker, and more strained. “Careful, princess, you’re making me hard.”

She jerked back immediately. I placed my hands firmly on her waist, anchoring her in place. Her breathing was shallow, but she didn’t try to climb off me.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Trying to have a conversation,” I said, looking up at her.

“We can have a conversation without doing this.”

I chuckled, reached up, and brushed a loose strand of hair from her flushed face.

“And how would that be any fun? Ask your questions.”

She sighed as if finally surrendering to me. “Fine. There’s no harm in trying. What’s your name?”

“Hades.”

She smiled almost instinctively, as if the name had sparked something playful in her.

“Just like the god of death?” she said, a little too brightly.

When she realized how excited she sounded, she coughed and looked away, flustered. “Sorry-I’m kind of a Greek gods fan.”

I chuckled, amused. Of course she was.

“Just like the god of death,” I confirmed. “My father’s a mythology fanatic. He thought naming me after the ruler of the underworld was cool.”

Her smile returned. “That is actually kind of cool. But I’ve heard the name somewhere before. I just can’t remember where.”

“It’s a pretty common name.”

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“Maybe.”

She was relaxing now, her weight settling more comfortably on top of me, her body molding against mine like she belonged there. I slid my hand to her waist, holding her with ease, and asked “And what’s your name, princess?”

“Violet.”

I nodded slowly. “Alright, princess.”

She gave me a look. “What’s the use of telling you my name if youre still going to call me princess?”

“Because you wanted to have a conversation,” I said with a small smirk.

I usually didn’t waste time playing games before taking what I wanted. But this time, I was willing to play a little. Even if I was still impatient.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Twenty-four,” she said. “I’m in my final year of college. You?”

“Thirty-eight.”

She paused, as if she hadn’t expected that.

“Nervous now that you know my age?” I leaned in, letting my voice drop lower, right near her ear. “I thought I made it clear, you were going to spend the night with a man, not a little boy who can’t get his shit together, princess.”

My hand slid back down her thigh once again, creeping higher inch by inch.

She swallowed, breath catching in her throat. “It’s not that. I’ve just never-

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I cut her off, lips brushing against her neck. “Never been with someone older?” I murmured, pressing a kiss just beneath her jaw.

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away.

“Mm,” I murmured, lips dragging across her skin, “Well then, you should try it.”

Her fingers gripped my shirt tighter. And when I kissed her neck again, lower this time, I felt her hips shift, slightly rubbing against me.

“Ahh.” She moaned.

My jaw tensed. She had no idea what she was doing to me.

I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, which were hazy with desire.

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