On Her Daddy's Bed (Adeline and Luciano) novel Chapter 7

Hazel stared at the message on her screen, her lips twitching into a smile as a wave of heat rushed through her body. A shiver of pleasure curled down her spine, anticipation already sparking beneath her skin.

She slipped into a red lace lingerie set, the delicate fabric clinging to her curves. A sheer lace jacket draped over her shoulders, leaving her stomach exposed. As her fingers traced the smooth skin of her waist, her gaze locked onto her reflection in the mirror.

She wanted to act like she was only going there to retrieve her pants. But deep down, she knew the truth—her body ached, her core pulsed with need. The fire between her legs couldn’t be ignored. And only he had the antidote to the wetness that had gathered from a single text.

All her worries from seconds ago were suddenly gone—replaced with nothing but the thoughts of getting her pants back. At least, so she said to herself.

Tying her hair into a sleek ponytail, she turned slightly, admiring the curve of her hips. It was almost laughable how long she had spent picturing the way his tongue would feel against her skin.

Exhaling sharply, she cast herself one final glance before stepping out of the room.

At his door, she adjusted her breasts slightly, her fingers grazing the swell of soft flesh before knocking.

She knew he loved red. This was just a taste of his favorite wine. And even though she had sworn to hate him for years, she still knew exactly what he liked—and what he didn’t.

“Come in, baby girl. The door is wide open for you… just like your pussy will be for my dick.”

Heat pooled low in her belly at the rasp of his voice, the filthiness of his words making her thighs clench. She swallowed hard before pushing the door open, stepping into the dimly lit room. Lust hung thick in the air.

The moment Hazel entered, Axel inhaled sharply, her scent curling around him. The room was perfectly air-conditioned, yet the sight of her sent a burning need straight to his cock.

His gaze dragged over her body, drinking her in—heavy tits barely contained in the skimpy lingerie, her tiny waist, and those long, toned legs encased in delicate lace. The sheer red jacket hugged her curves, outlining the swell of her ass.

Even in the dim lighting, her skin glowed with health.

His dick twitched at the sight of her. The need to bury himself inside her was almost unbearable. Meanwhile, Hazel felt her skin prickle under his intense stare, his grey eyes darkening with raw hunger.

“Did you meet any guards on your way?” His voice was hoarse, but controlled.

Hazel arched a brow. “Are you scared they might find out?”

A smirk curled at his lips. “Scared? No, momma. They should be scared—because I wouldn’t hesitate to take the head of any bastard who stares too long at what’s mine.”

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shudder through her. Her cheeks burned.

“You’re too damn sexy not to get a second look, momma. And I don’t like sharing my favorite things.” His tongue darted out, running over his lower lip as he finally took in the color she was wearing.

Red.

His red.

“Come here, momma.”

Hazel hesitated, her pulse hammering against her ribs.

“You look so sexy, momma. So fucking sexy.”

His voice was thick, heavy with need. His eyes devoured her curves, his hands visibly itching to touch—grip—own.

Hazel’s breath hitched. Under his heated stare, she suddenly felt shy.

“Come over here, come to Daddy.”

That name. Daddy.

She had given it to him once, teasingly. But now, it dripped with unspoken dominance.

As if under a spell, her legs moved on their own. With each step, her hips swayed, the soft giggle of her breasts making his cock strain against his pants.

Before she could close the distance, Axel yanked her forward, slamming her back against the wall. He didn't have much patience. A gasp flew from her lips, but he was already there—his nose grazing the sensitive skin of her neck, his breath hot against her throat.

A soft moan spilled from her lips.

“You claim to hate me,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over her pulse. “Yet here you are, wearing my favorite color, seducing me. Isn’t that hilarious, momma?”

His tongue flicked against her skin, and she whimpered, her back arching. A flood of pleasure washed over her, making her tremble.

His teeth scraped over her collarbone, and she sucked in a sharp breath. Every touch sent shockwaves through her, overwhelming, intoxicating.

His left hand slid down, cupping her ass possessively. His right hand curled around her throat—not squeezing, just resting there, a silent promise of control.

Axel knew he should hold back.

He was a dominant in every sense of the word. And with her, he wanted to be soft—needed to be soft.

But when it came to the bedroom?

He couldn’t guarantee just how gentle his cock would be.

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