“Do you know what I love most about brats, Ruby Red?” “What, Sir?” “Watching them break.” Years ago, I made a promise to myself. That I would never again put myself at the mercy of a man. Especially a man as sinfully rich and gorgeous as Beckett Stone. Until the day a stupid little bet put me exactly where I swore I’d never be again. On my knees, ready to surrender it all for two little words. Good girl. I keep telling myself it’s casual. Just a club fling I can walk away from whenever I want. And I should. Walk away, that is. Because I’m not the only one with a shattered past. The ghosts that haunt Beckett’s dark, brooding eyes tug at my heartstrings. They make me want to forget all the promises I’ve made for myself. To throw caution to the wind and beg him to take a chance on me. On us. To beg him to Bet on Me, Daddy.

_“You’re going to learn exactly what it means to be Daddy’s little girl.” “You almost make that sound like a threat.” “Not a threat. A promise. One I have every intention of keeping for the rest of my life.”_ I was going to be a doctor. The greatest surgeon the world had ever seen. Until my world comes crashing down around me. Again. Caught in the clutches of the illness that almost took my life once before, I reach out for the only lifeline I can. Daddy. Now, I’m back where he says I belong. In his bed, begging for mercy as he reminds me over and over again exactly who he is. Who I am. But even as I surrender to his commanding ways, those sinister voices in my head keep reminding me I’m unworthy. That I don’t deserve him. And the more he tries to put me back together, the more I just want to beg him to Break Me, Daddy.