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  Daddy’s Girl

  Isabella Starling

  Demi Donovan

  Contents

  1. Law

  2. Lily

  3. Law

  4. Lily

  5. Law

  6. Lily

  7. Law

  8. Lily

  9. Law

  10. Lily

  11. Law

  12. Lily

  13. Law

  14. Law

  15. Lily

  16. Law

  17. Lily

  18. Law

  19. Law

  20. Lily

  21. Law

  22. Lily

  23. Law

  24. Lily

  25. Law

  26. Lily

  Epilogue - Law

  About Isabella

  About Demi

  Copyright © 2017 by Isabella Starling & Demi Donovan

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  One

  Law

  She was made to suck my cock. She just didn’t know it yet.

  The moment I saw her, my hand reached into my jacket pocket, pulling out the tattered cigarettes. When I touched one to my lips, it would have only been fair if it had burst into flame without any heat.

  The concrete cool against my shoulder, I took the first drag, my eyes never leaving her as she bounded down to the platform, lugging a suitcase almost as big as she was behind her.

  I would have recognized her anywhere. Her image was ingrained in my brain, like a vision I couldn’t shake. The pictures didn’t do her any justice. I knew they wouldn’t.

  She was mine. I knew it as clearly as I knew that she would be twisted around my cock in a few days, begging for more through tears of pain and lust.

  The smoke filled my lungs and then plumed out, billowing in front of me in the shadow of the train station. She couldn’t see me, but I could see her as clear as day. Even with people standing and moving in front of her, it was like I could see right through them. They couldn’t hide her from me.

  Nothing could. It was too late to run, too late to hide.

  Those long, pale legs, carelessly shown off in floral shorts, would look so much better with red welts running across them. That plump ass of hers would be so much riper with whip marks all over it. Her whole body needed to be taught, trained, shown what it was made for.

  To serve, to please, to be used.

  And those gorgeous, full pink lips were only made for begging. I could hear her voice in my head, calling for me, pleading with me, and I hadn’t even heard her speak yet. I just knew. Like I knew everything about her, everything she needed and everything she wanted.

  Everything she was going to get.

  She was smiling, but her expression was strained as she hugged a woman years her senior. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and her low-cut top was showing everyone too much. I had to fight the urge to go to her and throw my leather jacket over her shoulders, cover her up from the leering gazes.

  She wasn’t for anyone else’s eyes, just mine. In all her innocence and in all her shamelessness, she was mine and mine alone and she needed to learn that.

  The smoke felt heavy on my lips, and I exhaled roughly, tersely. She was moving away now, her face turned away from me.

  I knew I would enjoy yanking that pretty little chin of hers up toward me soon, making her look at me with those big blue eyes even if she didn’t want to meet my gaze. I would show her what it felt like to get all the attention she was begging for, and what the price of it really was. What happened to little girls who didn’t know how to behave.

  How she had made it so long without coming across another man like me, I would never know. I didn’t care to think about it, either.

  It could have been so much worse, babygirl, I thought, an unpleasant memory somewhere just on the edges of my consciousness.

  She was mine now. Making it so was just a formality. Everyone, and everything else, was unimportant.

  With her ponytail bobbing in the crowd, disappearing from sight, I took the last drag of the cigarette and threw it on the ground, stepping on it with a booted foot. Shoving my hands in my pockets, I pushed myself away from the building and slowly walked after her and her companion, too far to really see her anymore, but walking right in her path.

  I could smell her in the air. Even in a train station with thousands of people milling through it every day, it was like I could sense her clearly, track her without fail. That’s how it is with your property.

  You can always find that which is yours.

  “Excuse me,” someone chirped, distracting me.

  I stopped, frowning as my gaze fell on a redhead that any other day would have had my attention. She was everything I liked. Young. Innocent. Needing to be taught some manners.

  Her pink tongue slicked over her red lips as she batted her lashes at me. There was too much make-up on her face. It made her look older than the barely eighteen she must have been. Her friend covered her mouth and giggled as they shared a quick look among one another.

  I didn’t have to ask what she wanted. It was painted all over her face. Whether she was going to disguise it behind asking for a smoke or for directions or for some other bullshit, it didn’t matter. She couldn’t lie to me as well as she could to herself.

  I had to wonder how long she’d been psyching herself up for this. I had to wonder if she knew what kind of danger she’d put herself in. Not only by approaching a wolf, but one who was after something much more valuable than she could ever be. She could be eaten alive, and not in the way she was begging to.

  I turned away from her, not bothering with a reply, instinctively looking for my babygirl in the direction she’d been walking in. Red grabbed my sleeve, yanking me toward herself with brazenness far beyond her years.

  “Careful, little girl,” I growled, my gray eyes flashing.

  She practically jumped away from me. Her friend took two steps back, the innocence and youth of their years now finally showing on their faces. Both were dressed too revealing. Both were too dumb to be let out alone.

  With a growl in the back of my throat, I grabbed Red by the arm and pulled her up to me. The excitement burning in her eyes, the way her chest rose and fell in her barely-there top, it would have made my blood burn any other time. Right now, though, she was just a fucking annoyance.

  “You shouldn’t try and play with men who are old enough to be your daddy, little girl,” I snarled at her.

  The little sigh she let slip out between her lips was almost inviting. For a moment, I saw my babygirl in her, like someone had superimposed an image of her over this teenager desperate to be destroyed by a force she didn’t understand. It was gone as soon as it hit me.

  Red wasn’t good enough to lick her boots.

  “Is that what you
want? For me to call you daddy?” Red asked, jutting her chin out and trying to stand tall.

  I grinned.

  She was going to get herself into the worst kind of trouble. It just wasn’t going to be with me.

  “Be careful with what you wish for,” I said, releasing her.

  Instead of stepping away, she nearly toppled into me, wanting to lean into me so badly.

  I could easily see myself taking her home. Tying her tan wrists, pulling her up by them and leaving her there until she learned some manners. Keeping her in place until she begged and screamed and wailed for me, telling me she’d never be bad again, that she’d never be a fucking brat again. Torturing her by not giving her what she needed until she was a step from losing her mind, and then breaking her until she was nothing but a shattered pile of desperation.

  But she was too late. I was off the market. I didn’t have time for trash, time for distraction.

  “Wait,” she squeaked, the familiar rosy pink blush of lust tinting her cheeks as I left her behind me.

  I didn’t look back, just kept walking. Blood surged in my veins. I couldn’t afford any distractions today, not when I was so close.

  I reached for another cigarette, lighting it as I walked and taking a long, irritated drag from it.

  Now that she was so close, every second away from her was too long. I had to have her.

  Right fucking now.

  Two

  Lily

  “You’ve been staring at him all night, Lily,” Alexandra said, nudging my side with her bony hip. I gave her a mean look and she reciprocated with an eye-roll.

  “You should go over there.” She grinned like a Cheshire cat. She was so annoying. “Some other girl might snatch him up any minute.”

  I saw the way Alexandra eyed him, her chocolate-brown eyes seizing the man in question. She wanted him, too, and it was exactly the push I needed to gain some confidence.

  “Saw him first,” I said in my sweetest voice. Flashing Alexandra a smile that said fuck you, I turned on my heel and strode toward the bar. I risked a look over my shoulder, just in time to see her sulky expression before she turned her back on me.

  I smirked to myself, and then looked back ahead, focusing on the task at hand.

  I kept my eyes focused on him as I walked over. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. The glass tumbler he held in his hand looked tiny in his grip, like he could shatter it with a simple squeeze. He had dark hair; so deep brown it was almost black. Gray eyes, stormy, and surprisingly light compared to his other features.

  He was also much, much older than me. I’d gotten in with my fake ID just fine – I looked older than I was anyway. No one in here probably knew I was eighteen, my makeup took care of it just fine, and mommy’s money paid for the best fake ID money could buy.

  But this man, he must’ve been in his late thirties, maybe even early forties. He was gorgeous, almost making me blush by taking a single look at him. Much, much too old for me.

  He wasn’t just handsome. He was the kind of guy who you’d want to get in trouble for... A guy I’d beg to spank me, and show me just how bad I’d been.

  Subconsciously, I bit my bottom lip. I had a feeling Mr. Mysterious played rough. Maybe he’d be the one rough enough to hurt me.

  His eyes found mine, and a fire burned me from the inside. His gaze held dark promises. Ones I hoped he would keep.

  I strolled up to the bar and stood next to him, all dolled up in my six-inch heels and a too-short dress that showed off my best assets.

  “Hi,” I said softly, giving him a shy smile.

  He looked unimpressed as he raised the glass to his lips, taking a long, deep sip. He was absolutely delicious, even better up close. I felt myself smiling like a cat, knowing I could be under him with a wink and a lewd gesture. Fuck, I wanted it.

  “Hello, trouble,” he responded in a low growl. His voice made me yearn for more words. Filthy words. It also made me want to beg for the feel of his palm slapping my ass. Fuck, I was already in too deep.

  “Want to get me a drink?” I asked the stranger sweetly, fluttering my lashes like a doll. My heart was beating too fast though, threatening to rip apart my chest. I felt like I’d collapse at his feet at any moment.

  His pause was too long, and I took the time to look him over again. He was good-looking, but with an edge. The kind of man you couldn’t trust not to fuck you over. Despite his expensive clothes, he looked like he knew the bar well. And that was strange, since it was a seedy place downtown. My mom would kill me, knowing I’d let my friends drag me along.

  The stranger looked at me hard, his strange gray eyes boring into me. “No,” he said simply. “I want to bend you over my knee and teach you some manners.”

  I blushed, deep crimson blooming over my cheeks. He had a mouth on him... a mouth I hoped he knew how to use. I was already getting wet, the seedy club where no one recognized me only making me hornier. The dirtier, the better.

  “You don’t think I’m a good girl?” I asked daringly, stepping closer. A scent of leather and whiskey enveloped me. Coupled with his musk, it was a heady, lusty fragrance. One I wanted to taste. He was dark, dangerous. Rich, by the looks of that leather jacket and the Italian shoes he was wearing.

  I looked right into those gray eyes, so light they almost looked wrong in that handsome, chiseled face. His skin was smooth and devoid of wrinkles, but his eyes spoke about his age.

  “What makes you think I don’t donate millions to charity, and spend my spare time playing with stray puppies?”

  “I can smell the money on you from a mile away,” he smirked at me, giving me a look that made me feel dirty, even though I’d taken a milk bath before coming to the club.

  My smile faltered, only for a split second. Long enough for him to see, though.

  “And you’re a bad actress. I don’t buy the rich bitch act for a second.”

  His gaze was hard, patronizing. I hated it, but not as much as I loved it. I wanted him to humiliate me. I yearned for more dirty words coming from his mouth, calling me names, forcing me to my knees.

  “Do you even know who I am?” I asked, my voice shakier than I would’ve liked it to be. The words were on the tip of my tongue. Lily Kingsley. My mom owns this town, you motherfucker. “I’m-”

  “Do I look like a give a fuck who you are?” he interrupted. I looked around, feeling a bit unsure of myself. He was mean. A real prick.

  He smirked at me. Then he leaned in closer, his lips brushing my ear in a way that made me shiver. His thick fingers pushed my long blonde hair aside, the silky strands falling down my back. I gasped as he grabbed my chin, pulling me closer, his lips brushing my sensitive skin.

  “Still, I think your mouth can take a big cock,” he said, tugging on my hair ever so slightly. Just enough to make me gasp out loud. “I want to see you gagging on my dick. How about it, Barbie doll?”

  He moved away again, giving me an expectant look. I was left gaping at him, unsure of whether I’d just imagined the whole thing.

  “You... what?” I babbled, but he didn’t grace me with another look. Instead, he emptied his glass and set it down on the bar with a thud. The music was loud, but I was too lost in our encounter to notice the drop of the bass.

  He got up from the barstool, and I watched, mesmerized, as he threw a hundred-dollar bill on the counter. Approaching me again, he took hold of my hair and pulled my head back, hard.

  My whole body flushed, deep red stains on my neck and my chest. His beautiful eyes evaluated me like I was a piece of meat, ready for his hungry mouth to devour.

  I wanted him to bite me.

  “This way, babygirl,” the stranger ordered, pulling on my hair until I followed him obediently. I didn’t dare look for my friends; instead following mystery man toward the door marked ‘exit’.

  I stumbled in my heels once we reached the alley, the smell of sweat from the club being replaced by fresh, cold air. It was followed by the sensation of his warm h
and on my arm, gripping me hard. I looked up into those light eyes, and I felt scared.

  I also felt a rush of excitement, so intense it made my skin prickle.

  “Bend over,” he growled, barely parting his lips to get the words out. The back door of the club shut behind us with a loud clang and I swallowed the lump in my throat.

  His other hand went up to my throat, gripping it lightly between his fingers. “You heard me, rich girl. Bend over... right the fuck now.”

  I did as I was told, my hands braced against the wall as he moved behind me. His hands found my ass and I gasped as he pushed my dress up.

  This wasn’t a good time to tell him I’d never done this. Never had a man inside me, not even someone’s fingers. I would keep it to myself, I decided.

  “That’s a good girl,” he said through gritted teeth, his palm cupping my ass and slapping it lightly. “Fuck, so tight.”

  I was more turned on than ever. It was so wrong, so dirty. My mom would kill me if she knew what I was doing. But it felt so good to feel the stranger’s hands on me. It felt good to hear the dirty words rolling off his tongue.

  He pushed my thong aside and I gasped out loud. He was so fast, so full of intent. He didn’t give me a second to consider what was happening. He stroked his thumb up my pussy lips and I let out a moan. I loved it, and it gave me a rush that almost knocked me over.

  His fingers held my ass firmly, and he spread me wide open. I heard him growl deep in his throat, and I knew I was dripping wet. I could feel his hungry eyes on my snatch, and I wanted to feel him inside me.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck your cunt,” he growled, and I moaned aloud, but no words would make it from my lips. I could feel him growing impatient, his grip tightening on my ass. Finally, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me closer, making me face him. His handsome face was twisted in an expression of rage.

  “I said, tell me,” he said, and I cowered under his touch.

  “I... I can’t,” I said softly, embarrassed of my own weakness.