Daddy's secret Obsession
One growl: “On your knees, little girl.”
And Jessy broke open.
“Yes, Daddy.”
**
She’d always been called cold, rigid.
A girl made of glass—pretty to look at, untouchable to hold.
Until the night she found him sitting in the dark.
A stranger in her mother’s house, all shadows and muscle, his voice rough enough to make her skin remember what warmth felt like.
One look from him and the air between them changed—heavy, forbidden, alive.He didn’t have to touch her to own her.All it took was a single word, low and commanding.
And Jessy forgot how to breathe.
From that night on, she wasn’t the quiet girl they pitied.She was the woman who’d seen danger up close—and wanted more.