She’s a picture of ruined innocence. Her brown hair is messy and matted on one side. The mascara she’d perfectly applied is smeared from her outburst earlier. Bouncy as shit tits still hang out of the top of her sexy dress. But the best part? The best part is seeing her juices trickling down her thighs.

I’d thought it would take some work to get her to squirt, but in the end, I played her body like an instrument. She was a good little girl and came exactly as I wanted her to. All over Jax Wheeler’s bed. The poor girl didn’t know what happened to her. Probably thought she pissed herself or some shit.

Me, though?

I was proud as hell.

“Lift your dress and bend over. I still owe you a whipping.”

She whines. “Please. I’ll do anything. I don’t want one.”

I wrap the Italian leather around my fist and grip it tight. “Now, angel.”

With a pout of her gorgeous lips, she obeys, lifting her frilly dress and baring her bruised ass to me. Purple and blue. Such pretty colors against her pale, creamy flesh. I run the belt between her thighs, and she trembles.

“Hold still now,” I say before delivering the blows.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

She screams and stumbles forward, using the dollhouse as support to keep from falling. I don’t wait for an invitation. Stalking her, I make my way over and fist her silky hair. With my other hand, I grab my cock and push it into her slick cunt. A loud moan rings out, making my cock twitch with delight. I thunder my hips against her, reveling in the slapping sounds of our flesh, knowing I’m hurting her ass more. She grips the top of the house to hold on as I pound into her from behind. As I drive deep, my knee digs into the dollhouse. I hear something cracking, and my knee pushes through. I pull back, then use the toe of my expensive shoe to shove into the house, gaining more leverage.

“Who’s fucking you?” I snarl as I fuck her like a madman.

She cries out. “You!”

Releasing her hair, I slide my palm to her throat and clutch her hard. “That’s not what I want to fucking hear, and you know it, angel!”

“D-Daddy!”

“Say it,” I roar.

“Daddy is fucking me! Oh God!”

Her cunt squeezes my dick, because she’s a dirty little girl who likes to talk nasty. My nuts seize up, and I come like a schoolboy virgin. Hot, violent, uncaring. She’s unable to stop the way I pour my seed into her fertile cunt. The moment my dick stops twitching, I pull out of her, my cum dripping all over her white carpet.

She’s so beautiful with her dress over her hips and body bent over her now destroyed dollhouse. Her ass is bright red, and she’ll wear more bruises tomorrow. I’m just tucking my wet cock back into my slacks when I look out the window and see Brock gaping at me.

At least he knows who she belongs to. I wave to him before dropping the blinds. She manages to unfold herself from the dollhouse and sways on her feet.

“You look beautiful,” I praise.

Her frown disappears as her eyes light up and she smiles back at me.

“We’ll need to deal with our little accident in the morning, though. That wasn’t very responsible, Rowan.”

Chastised, she nods at me. “I’m sorry.”

Chuckling, I motion for her to come to me. “Why? You’re sorry your cunt is so fucking tempting I can’t remember to wrap it up before screwing your brains out? Never be sorry for having such a perfect pussy, baby.”

I hug her to me and kiss the top of her head. She kisses my neck and jawline, desperate for my affection. I pet my sweet girl and let her get what she needs from me. It’s a two-way street, after all.

A beeping sound indicates someone just walked into the house. She jerks away and stares at me with terror in her eyes. So goddamn cute.

“My father,” she chokes out, careful not to use the word daddy.

“I’ll take care of this,” I assure her. “Put yourself together. Quickly now.”

She pulls her dress back over her breasts and swipes at her mascara. I brush my fingers through her hair while she straightens her dress. Never mind the fact that she has my cum running all the way down to her ankles.

“Do I look okay?” she asks.

I skim my gaze over her body. “Fucking perfect.”

“Sweetheart,” Jax hollers. “I got done early. I thought we could—” His words die in his throat the moment he reaches her doorway and sees me standing in her room.

“Whoa, killer. Wipe the murderous glare off your face. I was here to help Rowan. She called, absolutely in tears with fear.”

His anger morphs into one of confusion. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“She thought there was an intruder,” I tell him, the lie easily falling past my lips. “Turns out, it was a mouse. I almost got the bastard, but he got away.” I gesture to the ruined dollhouse. “I tried to stomp on his ass, but it didn’t quite go as planned.”

His eyes remain glued to the dollhouse.

“If you need help carrying that thing out of here, I’ll send over one of the boys. Rowan is a woman now. She doesn’t need to be playing with dollies.”

He snaps his head my way and bares his teeth at me. “Get the fuck out of my house, Pearson.”

“Daddy!” she cries out.

We both snap at the same time, “What?!”

I burst out laughing at the way Jax’s face turns purple. “Sorry, I have kids too.” I shrug it off and push past him, clipping his shoulder along the way. It isn’t until I’m home and catch my reflection in the hallway mirror that I see her red lipstick smeared all over the collar of my dress shirt.

I hope he fucking saw it too.

* * *

The next morning, I waltz into the high school and throw a nod toward the principal. I’ve donated so much fucking money to this school, nobody questions my presence. I walk into the office and snap my fingers at the secretary.

“Rowan Wheeler. I need to see her. Tell her Daddy is here.”

The woman gapes at me in confusion, but doesn’t ask questions. I hear her dial someone, then gives me a nod. “She’ll be here soon.”

I wait for a couple minutes, and soon, she walks in like a breath of fresh air. I inhale her sweet scent and flash her a smile. I’m happy to see she’s wearing holey, stylish jeans rather than a dress. The shirt hanging off her shoulder makes me want to bite that flesh and mark her there so nobody steps near her.

“Eric?” she asks in confusion. “What are you doing here?”

I walk over to her and invade her space. The secretary is watching, so I don’t do anything that will be gossiped about from now until the end of time.

“You forgot your medicine,” I say as I produce a pill from my pocket. The morning after pill.

Her eyes widen in understanding. She holds out her palm, and I shake my head.

“I want to make sure you take it like a good little girl,” I tell her.

The secretary makes a choked sound behind me. Okay, so maybe this shit will get gossiped about. Ignoring her, I focus on my girl. She opens her pouty mouth, and I press the pill on her tongue.

“Swallow.”

She chokes it down, then gags.

“Open,” I instruct.

The sassy girl rolls her eyes, and it makes my dick hard. She’ll pay for that later.

“Good girl,” I growl. “Now, come give Daddy a hug.”

She giggles and throws herself into my embrace. I squeeze her tight ass in her jeans, loving how she groans. The bruises must hurt. Burying my face into her hair, I seek out her earlobe with my teeth and bite on it.

“Something came up tonight,” she says suddenly.

I pull away from her and glare at her. “What?”

She swallows and pouts again. “I have to hang out with him.”

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a pen. I grab her wrist and yank it to me. Quickly, I scribble my number onto her bare shoulder. She cries out in surprise.

“Call me when you can hang out with me.” I flash her an icy smile that has her bottom lip jutting out.

I know she can’t help that her father is an overbearing asshole, but she is eighteen. The girl could grow some balls and stand up to him. I won’t push her, though. She’ll have to learn that one on her own—just like she learned how to suck cock.

“Bye, Daddy,” she breathes.

I wink at her before stalking out of the office.

“Is he really your dad?” The secretary asks her, but I don’t wait to hear the answer.

* * *

“Cry me a fucking river,” Levi says with a laugh.

I shake my tumbler that’s now just ice and raise my glass to the cocktail waitress. She nods at me and scampers off. “Blow me,” I snap, grabbing my dick for emphasis.

Levi grumbles. “I liked you better when you were single. You’re more of an asshole when you’re getting regular pussy from the same female.”

I smirk and shrug my shoulders. “She keeps me busy.”

“Why, because she’s a damn teenager?” He lifts a brow. “Does her daddy pay you to babysit her?”

“He’s not her daddy anymore,” I say with a sinister smile.

“You’re my motherfucking hero. Drinks are on me tonight, buddy.”

We spend the rest of the evening getting plastered. It’s not like Rowan is coming over anyway. I should find one of these strippers and take her home with me. Get my dick wet for the night. But then, thoughts of Rowan’s trembling bottom lip make it to the forefront of my mind. That girl has me all twisted up. Everyone pales in comparison.

“Hey, handsome,” some busty blonde purrs as she climbs onto my lap. She’s my normal type. Fake tits. Fake lips. Fake hair. But my dick doesn’t speak porn star anymore. It speaks girl next door.

“Sorry, sugar, but the dick isn’t interested,” I tell her in a bland tone.

She seems to think this is a challenge and rubs at my cock through my slacks. It twitches for a second as I think about Rowan squirting all over Jax’s bed. But as soon as it comes to mind, it disappears.

“I could make all your dreams come true,” she whispers, lingering cigarette smoke clinging to her breath. “Daddy.”

Levi laughs, and I wonder if he told her to call me that to see if I’d bite. I’m not interested in anything this woman is serving. The daddy kink only works with Rowan. I’m not sure I’d even get hard over anyone else calling me that. With her, it just feels right.

“I’m not your daddy.” I pull several hundred-dollar bills from my pocket and shove them into the blonde’s panties. “Go take a smoke break.”

Confused, she pulls away, gaping at the wad of money, then me. I wave her off.

“Bye,” I bark.

Levi, who looks like he might pass out at any moment, shakes his head at me. “You’re pussy whipped. By a girl who’s still in high school.”

“The pussy is the best I’ve ever had. Not in a hurry to go on the hunt for something different.”

“Says every male before he runs off and proposes,” he says with a roll of his eyes.

The thought of Rowan—cute as hell Rowan—wearing my ring, sleeping in my bed, and her belly round with another one of my sons definitely has its appeal. I loved it when Julia was pregnant. Best sex we ever had in our marriage. Perhaps one day.

“You’ve lost your mind,” he says in astonishment. “The great Eric Pearson is going to drive off into the sunset with his psycho neighbor’s daughter. Never thought I’d live to see the day.”

I pluck a cube of ice from my drink and fling it at him. “Keep talking mad shit and you won’t live to see another day.”