by Madison Faye
Her face.
And I was fuckin’ frozen.
I want to say “it was her eyes,” or “her lips drew me in,” or hell, even “those tits were fantastic and I wanted to keep looking at them,” but it wasn’t one thing. It was the whole thing. It was how fucking sexy she was, sure, but also that smug, glinting look in her eyes, like she was laughing at all the suckers paying money to watch her take her damn clothes off on the internet. It was the real ink on her delicate skin — not some trendy little dream catcher or something she stole off Pinterest, but real, serious tattoos. There was a dark, sensual, goddamn sexy as sin edge to her, and I fucking liked it.
I liked it so much, in fact, that I never did click out of the window. I stayed, and I watched, and the more I watched, the harder my cock got, and the deeper into pure obsession I fell.
Her profile listed her name as “Alice Liddell,” and I wondered how many of the scumbags on this site understood that it was an Alice In Wonderland reference, not her real name. It said she was twenty-one, with her location as “planet earth.” I watched until my allotted free time was over. Then I grabbed my wallet, ignored the fact that I would have literally laughed out loud at losers who did this sort of thing up until that very moment, and plunked down my credit card.
Hooked.
Obsessed.
Addicted.
Heartthrob is set up so you can see the girls, but they can’t see you. They can see what you type, though. Actually, everyone can see what you type. Everyone can see every disgusting, offensive, nauseating thing that every gross, living-in-their-mom’s-basement piece of garbage on the site is typing to the girl. I was mad at first — angry that these fuck-wads who’d clearly watched entirely too much porn kept butting in. Their asinine, crude comments chimed in like little unwanted flies buzzing around my head, until my anger turned to fury.
That’s when I saw the “private show” button, and that’s when I jumped head first into my obsession.
It’d be easy to say I did it out of some sort of fucked up, misguided urge to “save” her — to protect this random, anonymous girl from the neck-bearded, mouth-breathing trolls with their constant barrage of “show ur tits,” and “u want my cock bb?”
But I’m no white knight, and my intentions weren’t to protect, or save, or rescue.
…My intentions were to possess — to wall her off from everyone else and keep her as my own. Which is exactly what I did. She’d smiled a plastic, practiced smile when she’d seen the private show request from Big_Daddy_Vegas — the screen name jumped out at me when I glanced up and saw the “Daddy-O’s Big-Style Vegas Pizza” box on my kitchen counter. But when she saw my next request, her face had grown a little flush, and that smile had turned into a dropped jaw.
A private show on Heartthrob Cams is fifty bucks for half an hour — stackable for as long as the girl wants to keep doing a show for. At each half-hour, she can collect what you’ve pre-deposited onto the site.
…I’d put down fifty thousand dollars.
Three weeks. I’d bought three weeks, alone with her. No scummy pieces of shit cat-calling her. No one else looking at her. No other eyes watching her as she performed for me and me only.
Mine.
My pretty little bad girl.
My dirty little secret
Pretty. Dirty. And all mine.
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Her Mountain Baby Daddies
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“Dirty Bad Things” Series:
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Pretty Dirty
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Her Daddies:
Double Daddies
Triple Daddies
Bad Medicine Series:
Doctor Babymaker
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“Innocence Claimed” Series:
His Little Bad Girl
Tempting Daddy’s Boss
Paying The Debt
“The Triple Crown Club” Series:
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Royally Claimed
Royally Tempted
“Possessing Beauty” Series:
Beasting Beauty
Stealing Beauty
Sharing Beauty
Hunting Beauty
Possessing Beauty
“Forbidden” Series:
Flirting With The Law
Breaking Her Innocence
“Three Times” Series:
Bossed Three Times
Taken Three Times
Paid For Three Times
“Twice” Series:
Twice Driven
Twice Bossed
Twice Tackled
“First Time” Series:
Legal
Professor
Freshman
Standalones:
Trick And Treat
Sugar & Spice
Five Card Studs
Dear Stepbrother, I Want You
About the Author
#1 bestselling contemporary romance author Madison Faye is the dirty alter ego of the very wholesome, very normal suburban housewife behind the stories. While she might be a wife, mom, and PTA organizer on the outside, there’s nothing but hot, streamy, and raunchy fantasies brewing right beneath the surface!
Tired of keeping them hidden inside or only having them come out in the bedroom, they’re all here in the form of some wickedly hot stories. Single-minded alpha heroes, sinfully taboo relationships, and wildly over-the-top scenarios. If you love it extra dirty, extra hot, and extra naughty, this is the place for you!
(Just don’t tell the other PTA members you saw her here…)
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Copyright © 2018 Madison Faye
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Photography: Darren Birks
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This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual. No one is related in this book.