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“I want to explain why I stumbled over the answer to your question. It had nothing to do with you or my feelings for you. The short answer is, yes, I am a Daddy. But there’s more to it than that. Are you willing to hear me out?”

Again, no hesitation. “Yes, Daddy.”

He loved those words on her lips. If she ever said them to another man, he’d kill him and then spank her silly.

That doesn’t sound like slowing down.

Fuck. This was going to be hard. He scanned her body language to see if she was stressed. She seemed relaxed and ready to listen. He made the mistake of looking at her face. She was so damn beautiful. And her tawny eyes, so filled with hope, swept him away. Her tongue darted out again to moisten her lips.

And he was lost.

CHAPTER 11

Lovie stared into Law’s eyes and lost herself in molten gold. She’d never seen eyes the color of pure gold or with such large irises. He looked like a cat. When he moved, his gait was more of a prowl than a stride.

Shivers whispered over her entire body when he placed his hand back on her thigh. Like everything else about him, his hands were huge. A blush crept over her face as she remembered those hands carrying out his threats to spank her. The memory sent quivers through her princess parts.

He had to know what he was doing to her. It was probably evident on her face. Glancing down, she grimaced. It was certainly obvious on her chest.

When she attempted to cross her arms over her chest to conceal her very evident nipples, he growled at her, snarling with a low, animalistic rumble.

And sexy. Ridiculously sexy. Instinctively, she knew it wasn’t an angry growl. Oh, no. That growl was all about dominance. And it shot straight to her core.

The newness of this experience, and this man in particular,wasn’t lost on her. It wasn’t as if she could read him like a book. But something in his eyes made her nervous. It could be because he was nervous.

Based on her experiences with him so far, Law was a follow-my-lead, take-charge kind of guy. She recognized the trait. She’d been raised by one.

Phillip Thorne did whatever he wanted. The only thing you could count on was that it would benefit him because that was the one person he cared about.

Law was different from her stepfather. She didn’t question how she knew this. She just did. The things he told her to do were for her good, not for his own. With him, it filled her with a sense of being protected rather than smothered and controlled.

She had a sixth sense about people. She always had. Her impressions were almost never wrong. She was safe because deep down, Law was a good person. Scary, but very good.

Was it a coincidence that Lovelyn Felina meant to love kittens? Probably. It wasn’t as if her name meant they were destined to fall madly in love. But the name she went by now wasn’t even her birth name. Her birth name had been Phillipa Elsabet Thorne. Phillipa, after her stepfather, Phillip, of course. Zane’s first name was Phillip, too, but he refused to answer to it.

Her stepfather was a despicable person. He didn’t name his children. He labeled them so everyone knew they came from good stock. That was a direct quote.

The man had no desire for a connection. Not with her. So, as soon as she could, she legally changed her name to Lovelyn Felina Reese. And now she had a Viking telling her to call him Daddy.

What would it be like to have a Daddy who valued her that much? Her tummy did cartwheels at the thought of anyone wanting her that much.

Don’t get ahead of yourself, Lovelyn. Just because he wanted you to call him Daddy once doesn’t mean anything.

Daddy might not even mean the same thing to him. She didn’t know. The only way to find out was to listen to what he had to say. Even if it hurt. She’d been hurt before and survived. She could do this.

Whatever he said, she would not cry.

“I’m ready to listen… um, D-Daddy.”

Her world brightened when he smiled at her words. She needed him to stop doing that. It was too hard on her peace of mind. And her panties.

“I’m proud of you, Lovelyn. You’re a very brave Little girl. Thank you for your trust.”

His words, the deep, praising tone of them, sent a steady beat of longing straight to the apex of her thighs. He was right. She did trust him. She’d learned not to give her trust quickly, but something about him called it out of her.

He cleared his throat. “First, I meant what I said the other day about honesty. I will never lie to you. I’ll do my best to answer any questions you have, but if I can’t, I’ll tell you that. And I’ll answer your question as soon as I’m able. Do you promise to be that honest with me?”

“I promise. I don’t like lying. Maybe that’s what makes me not very good at it. Trust me, if we’re out somewhere and you need to know if something’s stuck in your teeth, you find me because I’ll tell you.”

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