Page 8 of Daddy in Disguise

“I never imagined you’d look quite so sexy wearing a Little Bo Peep costume. Paying to have your costume switched was money well spent.”

Her eyes widen and she gasps. “You did this to me? I was so angry when I opened the box, and I didn’t have time to get another costume.”

“I have no regrets for what I did,” I tell her with a smirk. “What was your original costume?”

“Marie Antoinette.”

“By the end of the night, you’re not going to be eating cake, but I’ll gladly feed you my cock.”

5

Sparrow

During the ride back to Carter’s house, I think about what happened at The Monarch. Tonight was Thatcher’s night, the opening of a club he put tremendous effort into opening. Did I ruin it by fucking his friend in a dark, empty hallway? Is that why he reacted so cruelly toward me?

Beside me, Carter’s expression is passive as he scrolls through his phone with one hand firmly on my thigh. A clear sign of possession.

“How’s your jaw,” I ask quietly when I see him rubbing at it.

“It hurts but I know the perfect remedy.” The hand on my thigh shifts until he brushes the center of my body. “I’ll bury my face in your pussy and the pain will go away.”

“I’m being serious,” I murmur. “You’re going to have a pretty nasty bruise.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve been hit, and it won’t be the last.”

The car pulls up the driveway to Carter’s house, and when it stops, I follow him out.

“Wait here,” he instructs me before walking back toward the idling car.

Something niggles at my brain, working its way into my thoughts. I’m nervous to tell him though. He seems to sense my unease and stops just in front of me. “What is it, little bird?”

“Before we walk in the house, I need to ask you something. Is this just about sex? Is that all you want from me?”

“No, Sparrow.” He reaches up and runs his fingers along my cheek, the lust in his eyes softening. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, but I couldn’t do anything about it because you’re my best friend’s little sister. I didn’t want to hurt Thatcher.”

“Thatcher,” I murmur. I don’t want to talk about how he humiliated me in front of Carter, but the sting of his brutality burns my chest. We’re close for siblings and since our parents are too engrossed with their own lives to care what we do, I’m forced to depend on Thatcher more than I want to admit.

“Ready to talk about what happened earlier?”

I shake my head. “No. I can barely even process what’s happening between us. Why haven’t you said anything to me?”

His lips tip up in a lopsided grin. “There’s no easy way to confess something like that. It’s not something you can easily blurt out over pizza.”

My cheeks heat and I look down at my feet. “But what made you change your mind? Why now?”

He shrugs, which seems so out of character for the strong, confident man who marched up to me on the dance floor of a crowded nightclub earlier. But his vulnerability is just as desirable as his dominance.

“There was never going to be a perfect opportunity to take what belongs to me,” he says at last.

“I belong to you, Carter?”

“Yes, Sparrow,” he growls, exposing more and more of his dominance. “Every inch of your skin, every kiss, every orgasm, it’s all mine.”

He steps closer, thrusting his hand under my dress and brushing his fingers along my pussy. “This is mine.” His other hand tugs down the material covering my breasts. “These are mine too.” The hand under my dress slides to my backside where his fingers spread both cheeks. “Your ass will be mine too. And so will your mouth. I will fill you with my cum and mark every inch of your skin.”

“What about my heart?” I challenge him.

“I want that most of all,” he says, his voice dropping low. “I want that more than anything.”