He smiled, not the least bit surprised. It was as if he’d known exactly why we were here the moment I complained about my knee.

"I knew you were fine," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "You're such a naughty girl. But I didn't think you'd be bold enough to lure me into your bedroom. You think you can handle me, little princess?"

"Handle you?" I stepped closer, closing the distance until our chests brushed. I looked up into his eyes and whispered, "Show me what you've got, Daddy."

He wrapped his hand around my throat, tipping my head back. A faint moan escaped my lips. His grip was...