Marcus pulled back from my chest, his lips slick and shining. He didn't move away; instead, he gripped my thighs and spread them wide, his golden eyes roaming over me with a terrifyingly kind of intensity.

"Look at you," he rasped. "You’re so beautiful, Miya. My perfect little girl, ripe and ready to be pruned."

"Thank you, Daddy," I moaned, the words slipping out of my throat before I could even think to stop them. My head was spinning, my body humming with a vibration that started in my core and radiated to my fingertips.

He leaned down and went for my nipples, suckling with a renewed hunger, his tongue...