Daddy's Good Girl (2)

Bethel's POV

That evening, the mansion felt heavier, charged with an electricity I couldn’t name. I had spent the afternoon trying to focus on taking care of the house, but my mind kept replaying Damien’s touch on my cheek, the low rumble of his voice calling me a “good girl,” and the confusing ache that had settled between my thighs. I whispered prayers under my breath, begging for strength, but my body refused to listen. Every brush of the uniform against my skin sent tiny shivers through me.

Mrs. Hargrove had retired early, leaving me to serve Mr. Vale his nightcap. My hands shook as I...