by Katee Robert
Apparently the kind of fiancé that I am.
He curses softly. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not.” It’s even the truth. I will cry and I will grieve for the future I thought would be mine, and I sure as hell will spitefully fuck Max’s dad, but I’m not sorry I avoided tying my life to someone who never should have been more than a friend. Someone who didn’t hesitate to hurt me instead of sitting me down and telling me how unhappy he is. Max is selfish and if I wasn’t entirely happy in our relationship either, I didn’t go out and fuck other people when we were together.
But, as I told Shane just now, we’re not together any longer.
I lift myself onto the counter, putting us at nearly the same height. The move has my skirt rising dangerously, flashing my thigh-highs and garters.
Shane looks down and goes still. We both hold our breath as he shifts one hand to bracket my thigh and traces the point where my garter connect with the stockings. “Lily.” This time, when he says my name, he sounds different. Almost angry. “If I push up your skirt, and I going to find your bare pussy?”
The words lash me and I can’t help shivering. I lick my lips again. “If you want to find out, I won’t stop you.”
“Dirty girl.” He snaps the garter, the sting making me jump. “You came here for revenge.”
There’s no point in denying it. “Yes.”
“I’d have to be a selfish asshole to take advantage of you when you’re like this.” But he’s looking at me in the way I’ve always fantasized about, like he has a thousand things he wants to do to my body and hasn’t decided where he wants to start.
“It’s what we both want, isn’t it?” When he doesn’t immediately answer, I press. “Why not do it?”
He moves his hand to my hip and grips the fabric of my dress, pulling it tight against my body. “I could think of a few reasons. You were going to marry my son.”
I can’t quite catch my breath. “I’m not going to now.”
“You’re young enough to be my daughter.”
I watch the dress inch up my legs with every pull of his hand, baring more and more of me. The sight makes me giddy. It’s the only excuse for what slips out in response. “Should I call you Daddy, then?”
He goes still. Just like that, he releases my dress and the fabric falls back to cover most of my thighs. Disappointment sours my stomach, but he’s not moving back. He skates his hand up my side barely brushing the curve of my breast before he grips my chin just tightly enough to hurt. “Is that what you want, Lily?” He presses two fingers to my bottom lip and I open for him. “You want to call me Daddy while I do filthy things to you that you’ve only fantasized about.” He slips his fingers into my mouth, in and out, in and out, miming fucking. I watch him with wide eyes, but I don’t get a chance to decide if I like it or not before he clamps his remaining fingers tightly around my chin, his fingers almost deep enough to gag me.
Shane leans down and holds my gaze as his fingers stroke my tongue. “You want to call me Daddy while I slip my hand up your skirt and find out what you have waiting for me? While I bend you over this counter and eat your cunt until you come?” It’s almost too much, I can’t quite catch my breath, I really am going to gag, but he gives me no relief. “You want to ride Daddy’s cock?”
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Acknowledgments
Thank you to all the readers who’ve been just as invested in these taboo books as I have been. They’re such fulfilling creative projects for me, so it makes me happy to know that they’re giving you a little bit of joy in these challenging times.
Big thanks to Jenny Nordbak, Nisha Sharma, and Andie J Christopher for cheerleading this series and always shouting GO! MORE! when I’m considering dialing it back. You’re right. You’re always right.
All my love and thanks to Tim. Your support means everything to me. Love you like a love song!
About the Author
Katee Robert is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance and romantic suspense. Entertainment Weekly calls her writing “unspeakably hot.” Her books have sold over a million copies. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, children, a cat who thinks he’s a dog, and two Great Danes who think they’re lap dogs.
Website: www.kateerobert.com