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The night Willow Wilson walks through the doors of my private club, all my self-control vanishes. I am known as Lord Tower, master and owner of a discreet establishment where fantasies become a reality. Years ago when fate first brought Willow to me, she was my step-daughter. She called me Daddy, then. And she will again if I have my way.

In the time since we’ve been apart, she’s only grown more beautiful. Her lush curves have filled out. Her heart calls to me. And I will have her even if I have to kick down the very doors of hell to make her mine. Right or wrong.

But even Lords have weaknesses. And she is the one for which I will give everything, even if it means letting her go. Again.

Author Note: Never fear, this book is still as safe as can be. There is as much darkness in this hot little read as there is light. As much swoony sweetness and steamy sexiness as you expect. But be warned, this Daddy is done waiting and his princess is about to be claimed.

 

 

I stare across the small table at Willow.

Her beauty is unmatched.  She is perfection in my eyes. Her hair gathered in a loose ponytail that runs over her left shoulder.  I imagine it in my fist, pulling at it as I tell her all the beautiful, filthy things I intend to do to her.

I absently reach down under the table and give my cock a stroke, trying to calm the growing need inside me.

I shift my chair back and stand, taking the few steps over behind her chair, pulling it back.

“Stand up, Princess.”  

She does as I ask without a word of question or complaint.  Her compliance only serves to heighten the desire I feel for her.  For my sweet girl.

I reach down for her hand, guiding her as she stands in front of me as I step back, then stop to admire her for a long moment.

“What are you doing?”  She toys with the little infinity pendant around her neck, zipping it back and forth on the chain while her other arm belts at her waist.

“Deciding.”  I utter, my mind filling with all the filthy desires I’ve stored up just for her.

“Deciding?  What are you deciding?”  She lets out a giggle, then bites into her bottom lip.

“I’m deciding if I’m going to eat you before I fuck you, or fuck you and then eat you.  If I could fuck you and eat you at the same time, I’d do that.”

Her face turns to a deep shade of pink and she starts to shift her weight from one foot to the next.  In my own way, I love her like this.  A bit off.  Slightly uncomfortable.

 

Wondering what is coming next.

“Daddy needs you to take off all your clothes, my sweet girl.  Slowly, now.  Start with your shoes.  Then your shirt.  And last your skirt.  Do it now.”  My words harden at the end as my cock throbs and aches for her.

The thought of seeing her naked for me sends my teeth into my own lip. Biting down as she begins to disrobe. Doing exactly as I said, one piece of clothing at a time, until she stands before me, glorious and exposed.

“God, Princess.  You make Daddy so hard.  You know you’re going to take care of me tonight, don’t you?  Let my cock into that pussy.”

She nods and shifts, her hands unable to find where they should be.

“I’m nervous.”  She whispers.

“Are you also wet?”

Her apple cheeks ripen another shade.  “I don’t know.”

“You don’t? Well then, find out.  Right hand.  Two fingers.  Now.  Put them inside you.”

 

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Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA — any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani’s private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.

 

She’s a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.

 

When she’s not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can’t have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.
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