Page 48 of Daddy's Laws

Using her ponytail for leverage, he jerked her head back. “Just so we are very clear. The next time you want to be a tease in public, I’ll drag you to the closest secluded spot I can find so you can suck me off just like you are right now. And if that happens, I won’t allow you to come for a full twenty-four hours. Do we have an understanding, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she gasped around the tightness in her throat.

“Good girl. Back on the bed.”

She couldn’t get back into position fast enough. As soon as she was on her knees, he was behind her, filling her and fucking her.

Full. God, she was so full, between the plug and his cock. And it was everything she’d imagined and more. Every thrust scraped those sensitive inner walls until she was mindless with need and want. He overwhelmed her, not just her body, but her mind and soul, as he ruthlessly drove her up and over the edge, pleasure like molten lava coursing through her veins.

Without giving her even a second to recover, he reached around to roll her tortured clit between his fingers. “Again.”

There was no thought of rebellion. Not even a second of resistance from her as she went screaming over the edge again, every nerve ending in her body snapping and sizzling with need as the second orgasm ripped through her.

“Bryant… please.”

“Have you learned your lesson, princess? Are you going to remember that Daddy gets to control your pleasure and not the other way around?”

“Yes, yes, please, Daddy!”

With a final punishing thrust, he emptied himself inside of her before collapsing on the bed and pulling her into his arms. “My good girl.”

Grinning, she curled into him and nestled her head on his shoulder. For the first time in years, she felt like she’d truly earned the title.

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It seemedlike a cruel twist of fate that sex put Shannon right to sleep but had the opposite effect on him. He’d barely had time to remove her punishment plug before she’d completely knocked out. And while she was snoring steadily beside him, he was wide awake, his mind in sudden overdrive now that it was no longer clouded by need.

He slipped from the bed, careful not to disturb her, and pulled his clothes back on before sneaking down the stairs to the kitchen. With a fresh cup of coffee in hand, he headed for his office and settled down in front of his computer.

There was plenty to keep him occupied while she napped, and he was wading through the scientific jargon in the report he’d managed to secure from an expert in computer forensics when his phone rang. If it had been anybody but Liv, he might have ignored it. As it was, he was tempted, but he had a feeling she was calling to check in with him about MaryAnn, and if he didn’t answer she’d just send herself spiraling with anxiety over it.

Picking up the phone, he hit the button to answer the call and pressed the phone to his ear. “Hey, Liv. What’s up?”

“That’s what I’m calling to ask you. Did you talk to MaryAnn? Do you believe her?”

“Whether I believe her or not is immaterial, and you know I can’t discuss the case with you, Olivia. There are laws against it.”

It just so happened that hedidbelieve MaryAnn. Ten seconds into his video call with her, and he’d been convinced she wouldn’t knowingly step on an ant hill, never mind help a madman plan several murders. And even though it had left a sour feeling in his stomach, he’d been forced to acknowledge she probably hadn’t known what the man’s plan had been when he’d lured Olivia to the house where he’d planned to kill her.

From MaryAnn’s statements, he’d been at the house when she’d arrived, and he’d instructed her to park down the street so Liv would have a place to park. It was completely plausible he’d hidden everything he needed for the murder in the house beforehand. Bryant had interrogated her for nearly an hour, basically treating her like a hostile witness, and her story had never faltered, never changed one bit.

The only thing she was guilty of was being sweet and naive. And he was going to do whatever it took to ensure she didn’t spend a single night in prison for it.

“Whatcanyou tell me?” Liv snapped.

“Little girl, unless you want my next phone call to be to your Daddy, I suggest you lose the attitude right now.”

“Sorry.”

Shaking his head at the mumbled apology, Bryant kept his voice firm. “I understand you are worried about your friend, but that is no excuse to use that tone of voice with me. What I can tell you is that I am doing everything I can to help MaryAnn.”

“I’m sorry, Bryant.” This time her apology sounded much more sincere. “Do you think she’s going to go to prison?”

“I can’t make any promises, sweetheart. But I am going to do everything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen. I promise.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m just doing my job, Liv.”

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