CHAPTER 7

Aleen POV::

The music fades and before the next one could start, I try to pull away from Stephane, to escape before I lost my mind totally, but his hand on my lower back is firm, unyielding. He is not done with me. My heart rate picks up pace and I know my face is one huge guilty tomato. Thankfully, the dance floor is dimly lit so those around can't decipher what is going on. My next best shot is to bury my face in his shoulders, I don't want to do that. He smells too good. It is a lure that can pull me in.

"No, darling Aleen. You are not my daughter. You are my girl and I am your daddy." Stephane growls low in my ear and my belly turns to jelly. I feel the heat seep to my throbbing cunt, I hate how easy it was for him to rile me up. I don't know if I want to rip him to shreds or his clothes so I could jump him. He makes me mad. So mad. Out of control. All the conflicting emotions come out to play when I am in his arms.

I don't have a response to that with the wild way my heart is be