CHAPTER 3: SPLIT OPEN ON DADDY’S COCK

BREE'S POV

He's right. He's so fucking right it makes me want to scream.

"So let's skip the part where you pretend you're only here because I'm making you." His hand wraps around my throat from behind, tilting my head back against his shoulder. "Admit it, Bree. Tell me you want this."

"I want this," I choke out. "I want you. I've wanted you for six years and I'm so fucking wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs and please - please, Daddy - just take what you want from me."

"That's my good girl."

He spins me around and kisses...