Page 10 of His Dark Discipline

“Step,” I remind him.

“I’m more than twice your age. I’m a gangster—”

Damon’s eyes flicker to me briefly then return to the wall. I can see the fight within him.

“I’m not a little girl, Damon,” I tell him. “And I’m not your real daughter.”

Where is this coming from? A confidence I’ve never known is rearing its head. Something snaps inside me, and I do something I never could have anticipated or planned. I step forward and press my breasts against Damon’s chest.

My nipples are hard. I know he feels it. I feel his bulge pressing against my lower stomach, tantalizing me with terrible, naughty desires. Yeah, I have daddy issues, and I’m proud of it.

“You’re my stepdaughter,” Damon whispers again. I can hear his resolve failing. There’s a pulse against my skin as his bulge swells, and the buzzing sensation I’ve been feeling increases, as though a pure electrical current is coursing through his body to mine.

“Damon—”

“Stop,” he growls. “Or I’m going to have to punish you.”

I melt. Hard. All rational thought leaves my mind, and only my basic urges are left standing.

“What right do you have to punish me?” I giggle. “You gave up being my daddy six months ago.”

His eyes flare as he turns back to me. I feel the power in his gaze and wonder if maybe I just went too far. I feel naked in front of him. Exposed. Vulnerable. The aching desire inside me is unbearable.

I want to please him. All he has to do is let me.

“Well, Daddy is back now.” He seizes me by the wrist in a vise-like grip, causing me to cry out in pain. Then the next thing I know, I’m bent over his knee with my pants around my ankles.

I shouldn’t want this.

It’s wrong.

But as his palm comes down on the bare skin of my ass and I cry out with pain, there’s a wicked smile on my face.

4

Lily

“Good girl,” Damon growls, bringing his hand down on my other cheek, causing me to cry out again. “Christ, look at the fucking ass on you.”

My back arches as he spanks me again, and a fresh flood of endorphins hose into my brain. My core goes tight against his strong legs, and I brace myself against the floor as he disciplines me.

I deserve this, I think as I take his punishment. After all, it was my plan to get his attention with all those boys. I knew my mom would bring it up to him, and if that didn’t get his attention, nothing would.

His erection is pressing against my breast, leaving my mouth watering with anticipation. I’ve never been this close to a man before or felt his manhood. I may have seen it once, but once wasn’t enough.

I need it…

A cool shudder passes through me as he slides his rough palm up the small of my back, lifting my shirt to my shoulder blades. His fingertips explore my body with a delicateness that contrasts his brutal strength. The massive arousal between his legs presses against my core, reminding me of his dangerous sexuality that I chose to awaken.

“I swore I would never do this,” he mutters, dragging his touch down to the crease where my butt meets my thigh.

“Why, Daddy?” The words just come out of me like a glowing energy.

“Because it’s wrong, Lily. I’m wrong for you.”

Another blaze of anticipation ripples through me, and I look up at my stepdad with submissive eyes. “Then why does this feel so right?”

“Fuck,” Damon grunts. With blinding speed, he spins me onto my back and presses me down onto the floor beneath him. Like a dog, he leans in, presses his nose against the skin of my neck and inhales deeply. A growl swells up from his chest. “I’ve broken the law more times than I can remember, little girl. But taking you may be the worst thing I ever do.”

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