Daddy Duke

  But my heart begins to sink in as I watch his eyes narrow as they dart from me, to Bill, back to me again. No, I tricked him, and a man like Damian Castle doesn’t go for being tricked.

  “Your daughter,” he growls, his eyes stopping on me, his look fierce.

  “Well, stepdaughter,” Bill chuckles. “Married her mom a few years back. Anyways, I wanted you to meet, since she’s going to be around here for the next month.”

  Damien’s brow raises. “Pardon?”

  “Yeah, I’d planned for her to intern with Regent Trust over the summer, and since Regent is now part of Castle Capital, well, I guess she’ll be interning here! You know, before she leaves.”

  “Leaves?”

  Bill nods, slugging back his drink. “Yeah, well you know, she’s headed off to school soon.”

  My stomach sinks, and I watch Damien’s jaw twitch.

  “Is she now?”

  Bill chuckles. “Yep, that she is. Going to study business and make me proud.”

  I watch as Damien — the man whose touch and whose filthy, captivating words I can’t get out of my head — nods, still looking right at me.

  “So you’re in college.”

  “I—”

  I want to answer. I want so badly to explain, but Bill beats me to it, and it sounds so much worse coming from him.

  “Well, she will be.”

  Damien’s jaw twitches again, and this time his eyes dart quickly to Bill.

  “What did you just say?” he snaps.

  “I said she will be in college. Next month, when she goes in for freshman orientation.”

  Damien’s eyes snap back to mine, and this time, they’re full of fire. I want so badly to just jump into his arms and kiss him, and tell him I’m sorry for holding back on what is really actually a pretty big piece of information. He obviously knew I was young, but I’m suddenly thinking he may have just left it at “get out of my office” if he knew I was eighteen young, and less than half his age. And I swear, Bill standing here or not, I’m about to do just that, when suddenly, we’re swarmed by guys in business suits grinning from ear to ear. Guys from Bill’s company and some from Damien’s, all holding drinks and wanting to congratulate the two of them on the merger.

  Bill happily obliges of course, taking drinks that are passed his way, but I watch as Damien gives me one last fierce look before he pulls away and ducks into the crowd.

  My heart sinks again. The pain of losing that perfect moment in his office sears into me as I turn and make my way through the crowd. Tears sting my eyes a I think of how perfect it felt being in his arms and kissing his lips. And knowing that I’ve messed that up by not being truthful is like a knife to the gut.

  I know I should have told him. Being the stepdaughter of the man whose company he’s merging with is one thing. Being inexperienced is one thing. But if he’d known that lack of experience was because I was eighteen, I doubt he’d have had another word to say to me. A man like Damien Castle probably dates models, and actresses, and celebrities — women who know what they’re doing and aren’t going to fumble around like some stupid inexperienced virgin.

  I wipe at my eyes. Now that it’s over, I feel like even more of an idiot for going up there tonight to his office and trying to act so much older and more experienced than I actually am. Some of the guys from the bar earlier call out to me, but I’m ignoring them, trying my hardest not to cry as I push through the doors that lead from the main space of Castle Capital into the smaller reception area by the elevators.

  I fire off a quick text to Bill letting him know I’m taking a taxi home, even if I’m sure he’s too drunk by now to see it or care. I jam the button for the elevator and squeeze my eyes shut, feeling that horrible sinking feeling creep through me. I think about the man that felt so right earlier, and knowing that I’ve messed that up and that he’ll probably never even talk to me again has the tears about to finally break free.

  There’s a hand on my arm, and even as I gasp in shock, my body knows who it is before I even turn.

  Damien.

  His touch is just pure electricity — a jolting, electrifying spark that instantly has me wanting to throw myself into his arms and kiss him until my lips are bruised and sore.

  “I’m—” I shake my head, biting my lip. “I’m so sorry, I just—”

  “Do not for one second think I’m done with you, angel,” he growls, his eyes flashing heat and fire at me. I shiver, swallowing thickly as he turns and pulls me towards a private elevator.

  “But first, I’d like some answers. And I’d like them now.”

  Chapter 7

  Lyra

  We step back into his private office — the scene of the crime from earlier — and Damien slams the door shut behind us. I shiver, feeling the raw heat and desire that comes from me being near this man. But now, it’s also mixed with something a little more scary — like I’m feeling his true power now as well.

  “Now then,” he growls, spinning me around and letting his gaze burn into me. I shiver. He’s so damn sexy, even when he’s clearly mad like this. God, if anything, he’s even more beautiful with that dark flash of anger on his face.

  “Tell me how old you are right fucking now.”

  I swallow. “Eighteen.”

  He holds my gaze, unblinking.

  “I’m eigh—”

  “I want to see your driver's license.”

  My brow arches. “You’re kidding me.”

  I gasp as he snatches me up into his arms, and I swear he’s about to kiss me but his lips stop just before they crush to mine — like he’s holding back, but barely.

  “Okay, okay,” I swallow, shrugging my bag off my shoulder and digging inside for my wallet. I pull out the New York driver's license and give it to him, shivering as his fingers brush mine when he takes it.

  He studies it, his brow furrowing as his eyes read the lettering, before slowly, I watch him exhale.

  “You’re eighteen.”

  “Told you.”

  My sass gets me another hard look, but again, it ignites more than scares this time.

  “You’re Bill Goddard’s fucking daughter.”

  “Stepdaughter.”

  “It’s very convenient,” he growls, his eyes narrowing. “You being in here tonight, dressed like that, with this deal hanging on a thread.”

  My jaw drops.

  “Excuse me?” I hiss.

  “Is that why you snuck in?” Damien growls. “To sweeten the fucking deal?”

  I ignore how big and dominating and powerful this man standing in front of me is as I jab a finger in his face, mine scrunching up in a frown.

  “No,” I spit. “God, what do you think I am?!”

  “You tell me!” He roars back.

  The room falls silent, the both of us eye-to-eye and glaring at one another. But suddenly, my tough attitude cracks, and the whole thing comes crashing down. My shoulders slump, my head drops, and I’m starting to turn to hide the tears from him when suddenly, his whole demeanor changes too.

  I gasp as his muscled arms go around me, pulling me close to him and wrapping me against his body. He leans in, his face in my hair as he holds me tight.

  “Fuck, I’m so sorry, baby girl,” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head, and then my cheek. He tilts my head up with a finger on my chin, and then slowly kisses my lips.

  And I melt.

  I sink into him, feeling that warmth and power and raw desire from before hook me all over again.

  “I’m sorry, angel,” he whispers in my ear.

  He kisses me again, fiercer this time, and when his tongue pushes through my lips, I moan as I open them for him. Arms circle me, and powerful hands hold me tenderly and protectively, like he’ll never let anything hurt me. He turns us, and I whimper into his lips as his hands lift me into him. My feet don’t touch the floor as he strides across the room, placing me down onto the top of his desk. He moves between my legs, hands circling me and sliding up to cup my face. br />
  “I can’t keep my head straight,” he says quietly. “Tonight I mean. I can’t talk to any of those people down there, I can’t think business, or this deal, or any of it.” His jaw tightens as his eyes pierce into mine. “Not after you.”

  He kisses me again, and this time, I know I’m lost — lost in the best, sweetest, most perfect way. Lost like I never want to be found. Part of me thinks this might be too good to be true. The doubt in me says that this is what he says to every girl he charms into his office, since he’s so damn charming, and gorgeous, and magnetic.

  He stops suddenly, pulling back and giving me a curious look before he smirks.

  “You think that’s a line.”

  My eyes snap to his, and he grins.

  “No, I’m not a mind reader, but it’s all over your face, baby girl.”

  I bite my lip, looking away shyly.

  “Well, is it?” I finally say quietly.

  “No,” he growls, and I gasp at the ferocity in his voice as his arms suddenly pull me tight to him.

  “No, hell no,” he hisses. I look up to see his eyes blazing with heat, his jaw tight as he gazes right into my eyes.

  “There are no other women, angel. None. Not with how busy I am with this empire, and none that have ever caught my eye. No one has ever captured me the way you have. Because you?” he groans, his hands sliding up my sides, teasing over my ribs and making me shiver in anticipation

  “You’re nothing I saw coming,” he says quietly.

  “That’s ‘cause I snuck into your office.”

  He grins broadly, the smile twinkling in his eyes as he moves into me. His hand slides into my hair, and I gasp as he pulls just tight enough to ease my head back and send a thrill through my body.

  “You snuck into more than just my office, angel,” he whispers, and before I can answer, his lips crash into mine.

  Damien kisses me fiercely this time, his whole body wrapping around mine as if the two of us are melting into one body. I moan into his lips, my tongue playing with his and my pulse hammering in my ears as I give up, give in, and let everything I’m feeling pour into him. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before, and it’s everything.

  I gasp as I feel Damien’s hand slide over my leg, his powerful fingers pushing at the edge of my cocktail dress until it slips up my thigh.

  “You haven’t cleaned up, have you?” he growls, the heat and the raw need back in his voice. It sends a jolt of desire through me, my pulse jumping, my nipples spiking to points under my dress.

  “No,” I gasp, shaking my head.

  “Show me,” he groans into my lips before he pulls back. His hands slide to my knees, pulling my legs apart as I reach down and tug at the hem of my dress. I pull it up, and my body shivers with desire as I watch him tighten, an animal-like growl coming from his lips as I show him my panty-covered pussy.

  They’re sticky and wet with dark stains from his cum and mine.

  Damien growls.

  “Dirty girl with dirty, naughty panties,” he rumbles, his hands skimming slowly up and down my thighs.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  His touch tightens and I watch as his jaw twitches and a groan escapes his lips.

  It feels so dirty calling him that, but it’s also so fucking hot. I hold his eyes, loving the way his gaze sets me on fire like I’ve never felt before. My fingers slip into my panties, and slowly, I pull them down.

  I gasp as he kisses me hungrily, and when his hand cups me between my legs, I moan. He drags one thick finger up through my soft lips, sending a thrill through my body as it teases across my clit. His fingers ease back down to my entrance, and he starts to push just inside, when he stops.

  “This,” he groans, his finger gently stroking through my lips, just shy of my virginity.

  “I will take this,” he says darkly into my ear. “Soon, angel, I’ll spread your pretty thighs and bury every inch of my cock inside this sweet little cunt of yours.”

  “I want you to,” I gasp.

  “Soon, later,” he purrs. “When it’s right.”

  He pushes my panties down the rest of the way, and I kick them off before he pulls my legs around his waist. I moan as he moves to his big desk chair, sitting with me spread on his lap. I gasp at the feel of him against me there — his cock so rock hard and throbbing against my bare pussy through his dress pants.

  His hands push my dress higher, slipping it up my body until my breasts are bared to him. He growls, wrapping his lips around one nipple and then the other, his tongue teasing them to little pink points as I gasp in the darkness of his office. His cock throbs at the sounds of my pleasure, pulsing against me. And I know he can feel how wet I am — I’m sure it’s soaking into his pants, and ruining them.

  “Up, sweetheart,” he murmurs, coaxing my arms above my head as he tugs the dress the rest of the way off. He tosses it to the side, and his eyes slowly and hungrily trace over my body. I blush, and start to wrap my arms around myself when he growls.

  “No,” he groans. His hands capture my wrists, and I gasp as he tugs them to the small of my back. “No hiding from me, angel,” he whispers. “Don’t hide a single damn inch of this supple, perfect skin from my eyes.”

  His gaze blazes over me, teasing over my body. His hand follows in it’s wake, tracing over my breasts, swirling a finger over my nipple. He moves lower, his hand tracing over my tummy until his fingers slide between my legs.

  “So wet for me,” he growls.

  I cry out as his fingers rub a slow circle on my clit, making my body arch towards him. His finger slips just inside, barely penetrating but just enough to make my breath catch. He grinds his palm into my clit, making me moan and melt into him. The sound of my wetness against his hand fills the office like a dirty, filthy soundtrack, and when his lips fasten over a nipple, I throw my head back and cry out.

  I can feel how hard his cock is, throbbing hot and ready against my thigh through his pants. I drop a hand to his lap, my fingers lightly stroking him, and he groans.

  “Eager little girl, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” I groan, stroking him through his pants in time to his fingers on my bare pussy. “I want it, please.”

  Damien’s mouth moves to my lips, and I whimper as he sucks my bottom lip between his.

  “Take it out, baby girl. It’s yours.”

  I swallow the moan, gasping as I let my fingers trace up to his zipper. Slowly, fumbling a little, I start to tug it down, barely able to get it over the enormous bulge in his pants. Damien helps with his belt, undoing it and the button of his pants, and I moan softly as my hand moves back to cup his huge cock through his boxer briefs. Gently, I start to tug them down over his thickness, when suddenly, his whole cock springs out, and I gasp.

  “Look how hard you’ve gotten me, angel. Look how much he wants to slide inside of this tiny little pussy and feel you squeeze so tight.”

  He shrugs off his jacket and starts to unbutton his dress shirt, baring his hard, muscled, tattooed chest to my eyes. My pulse jumps at the sight of his chiseled abs and the deep grooves of his hips that point like a “V” to that perfect, enormous cock jutting up from between his legs.

  Damien takes over, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking it slowly as his other hand plays with my spread pussy. I whimper, my jaw going slack as I watch him stroke up and down. White, pearly liquid beads at the top and runs down his shaft, and I moan as he suddenly pulls me right against him. My pussy slides against the underside of his cock, and I cry out as he rocks his hips.

  His hands move to my ass, holding me tight and making my glide up and down his thick, hot shaft. His cum leaks out, covering my pussy and my thighs in his sticky hot seed, and my own wetness drips down his shaft, covering his balls and making the wet sound of our sliding together fill the room.

  Damien’s hands palm my ass, and when one hand slides down between my legs from behind, I gasp as I feel one finger tease over my most private place. His finger swirls over my asshole,
and I whimper, biting my lip and feeling the naughty thrill of pleasure blaze through me.

  “Oh, God.”

  “You’ve never felt it back here,” Damien growls.

  I shake my head, panting in pleasure as the underside of his cock slides up and down my lips, teasing my clit — his finger swirling over my ass.

  “You’re going to,” he groans. “I’m going to claim every part of you, angel.”

  His finger centers, and a low whining whimper rumbles through me as I feel him start to push it inside.

  “Fuck, baby girl, your tight little ass is going to feel like fucking heaven sliding down my cock. I’m going to go slow, and I’m going to make you feel so fucking good when I fill you with every inch of me.”

  Damien slides me higher up his cock — so high that for a second, I think he’s going to just do it and push inside and take my virginity. But he lets his cock slip over my pussy and back to my ass before settling me back onto his lap. One of his hands moves to rub slow circles over my clit while the other one strokes his big dick against my soft, tight ass.

  More of his cum drips out as he slides his shaft between my cheeks. I moan, feeling how hot and hard and slick he is, rubbing me in my naughtiest place. He groans, burying his face in my neck and sucking at my collarbone as he strokes his cock against my ass. My whole body tingles with need for him, a shiver of raw desire making me arch my back and press back into him, wanting more.

  “Good girl,” he groans, sensing my need.

  His hands cup my ass and slowly raise me up. His swollen cock head trails down between my cheeks, until I feel it center against my tight little ring.

  I shiver, my pulse hammering in my ears. Damien strokes his cock, his sticky cum leaking from the tip and making me slick and sticky. My whole body tingles as I feel him start to press harder, adding pressure as he eases his big dick against my ass.

  “Open up, baby girl,” he growls into my lips as he kisses me softly. “Open that ass for me and take me inside. Let me in, angel.”

  He pushes harder, and I gasp, making myself relax a little more. Suddenly, I can feel his thick head — slick from my pussy and his precum — slowly start to slide inside.