Doesn't every good girl need a daddy? It's him. The man from the texts is watching me. I mean... I knew he would eventually contact me but I wasn't expecting... My fingers shake as I tap back a reply. Who are you I wait. Prickles rise on my forearms. I can't tear my gaze away from the screen. I'll be your daddy now Little Reece Doesn't every good girl need a daddy What. The. Actual. Fear and angst rise in my throat. It's sick. And wrong. And scary... But somehow mixed in with the fear is a delicious thread of danger... One that trickles through my core like a hot lick of a flame. I should delete this number. I should tell someone. I should probably call the police. But I don't do any of that. I text him back.

Reece and Daddy's white-hot story continues... will they get their happily ever after? Reece He's my daddy and there's no going back I'm addicted to his scorching touch and filthy mouth He's from a dangerous world One I don't fit into But I want him so badly I need him but I don't know if I can do this... If I become his forever it could end me Daddy She thinks she can't handle my world I can't let her leave She's become my obsession I know every inch of her beautiful body The way she sighs when I'm getting her close I'd do anything to keep her safe Which might mean letting her go...