Chapter 6

Poppy

My Daddy? A serial killer?

It couldn't be.

I couldn't focus on a single word Professor Martinez was saying about European literature. All I could think about was Daddy's cock.

It had been three days since he had touched me properly and I was losing my mind. Mom had been home more than usual, which meant we had to be careful. Which also meant I was horny and aching and ready to combust.

My phone buzzed in my lap.

Daddy: How's my sweet girl doing?

I bit my lip, glancing up to make sure the professor wasn't looking my way before typing back.

Me: Horny. So horny...