All For You, Daddy [Forbidden Desires Sensual Collection]

known as the Lo

ears now, and my family haven't been able to foster a stable relationship

pa playing him, we're helpless. We have nothing to of

ng bu

ulfs us from the very first touch. But William harbors demons far stronger than my angelic li

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omes to co

r so long that it stuck. Now everyone in the neighborhood calls him that, cr

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back of his limousine and buttons his suit coat with precise twists of his long fingers, I grow short of breath. Even his mean expre

iam

woops in to collect checks from the building manager's office where we send our rent. If the check for that month is short-

m the Lord. He has no c

has enough money to

at's when the fa

imagining Willi

a person's life. Lead them astray. Astray isn't exactly what I'd call the tremors that tickle along my inner thighs when Willia

s obvious strength makes me damp in places that aren't mean to be damp. Makes my nipples stiffen into pebbles, hard and achy and sensitive. And my body's resp

ack eyes are piercing and full of malice. Yes, he has no problem ripping people's homes out from under them.

t attracts me t

and leaves. Because I can't stop my hand from coasting down over my breast, squeezing the mound through my ratty, second hand tank top. A gasp

come back to me,

buy and s

ought me, what wo

Or would he soften

ght my brothers doing with their girlfriends? I can't imagine a hardened man like him accepting pleasur

thoughts in their secret place where no one can see them, thanks to the lock. Only I have the combination to open it-a must in our cramped three-bedroom ap

he building manager's office, prowling back toward h

getting evi

t. Right before he folds his tall, broad frame into the back seat, he stops and looks around with a terrifying frown, nearly catching me where I

ons the landlord inspires. My pen and these pages are my only escape from the constant chaos that is my apartment. Don't get me wrong, I love my sibl

myself that no one can see it, I run across the street into my apartment building. Up the stairs, past some kids playing games on their phones and into

raw to

the couch, my father

" she weeps. "We could have made up the re

viction notice resting on the coffee tab

head up, noticing me for the firs

. "We're going to think

Nothing we own is valuable enough to pawn. My brothers can't convince their minimum wage jobs to advance them paychecks. We ow