Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

myself up.
“Yeah,” she panted.
“You want me?” I asked, lifting her up and spreading her
legs for me. “Because I want to fuck you, little sweet.”
She tried to ride me a little, rubbing herself on me.
“So pretty,” I taunted. “Daddy’s Little GGirl, right?”
She nodded, tipping her head back for me.
“GGood girl.” I dipped down, sucking on a breast. “Doing
what good girls are supposed to do for men. He’s gonna have a
fuckin’ fit when he sees what I did to you. What I did to his
little baby.”
She threaded her hands into my hair, but I nudged her off.
“Take your hands off me,” I gritted out, diving deep into my
head where it was just action and no fucking thoughts. “If I
want to be touched, I’ll tell you where. Understand?”
She opened her eyes, looking a little confused, but I didn’t
care. I wasn’t in love with her. This wasn’t love.
“Daddy’s Little GGirl,” I said again, an ache wracking
through my chest. “Daddy’s little slut that fucks guys she
doesn’t even know when her parents are in bed, huh?”
Pain crossed her face and she stilled, her body going rigid.
“You wanna fuck?” I nipped at her breast, sucking it hard
and trying not to feel the nausea roll through me. “Spread your
legs and give me a piece of that cunt.”
She sucked in a breath, fighting a sudden sob as her eyes
welled with tears. “Pl—please,” she stuttered, upset. “Please
don’t talk like that anymore.”
And I stopped, my forehead in her chest, the sound of her
hurt voice making the bile swell in my throat.
I couldn’t do this.
She deserved better.
Even if it was just this one time, I could do it right.
It could mean more. Just with her.