Daddy's Dirty Obsession - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

"Seriously, how is Nathan that hot? Like he walked straight out of one of your mom's trashy romance novels," Rebecca whispered, still staring at her phone like it held the secrets of the universe.
"Your mom won the damn lottery."
My eyes flicked to Daddy—Nathan—over by the kitchen island, battling with the blender like it had personally offended him.
Just watching his biceps flex with every movement sent heat pooling between my thighs.
He must've just showered.
That familiar scent of his shampoo hung in the air—the same one that wrapped around me when he pinned me against the wall, grinding into me until my brain short-circuited.
Fuck.
I was already wet just thinking about it.
"Evelyn?"
Rebecca snapped her fingers in my face, yanking me out of my filthy daydream.
"Huh? Oh, I don't know," I lied, forcing a shrug. "He's just... okay, I guess."
Rebecca snorted. "You call that okay but date Daniel, who looks like he lost a fight with a lawnmower?"
"Leave Daniel out of this," I shot back, even as my gaze drifted back to Daddy.
My nerdy nineteen-year-old boyfriend didn't stand a chance.
Nathan was everything—bigger, stronger, and he knew exactly how to wreck me.
Daniel?
The guy still fumbled with his own zipper.
"Just look at him," Rebecca sighed, all dreamy-eyed, and I clenched my thighs together, desperate for friction.
My mind flashed to last night—Daddy bending me over that same counter he was struggling with now, fucking me so hard I could barely walk this morning.
And yet?
I still wanted more.
His damp brown hair clung to his forehead, only making him look even more unfairly hot.
And that stupid tank top?
Straight-up illegal.
Was he trying to ruin me?
Because it was working.
I needed Rebecca gone.
Now.
Before Mom got home.
"Nathan's nothing special," I repeated, forcing disgust into my voice.
Rebecca rolled her eyes. She'd been obsessed with him since the wedding.
The way she looked at him made jealousy burn in my chest.
So I played my part—pretended to hate him.
No one could ever know I let him ruin me every chance we got.
And God, did he ruin me good.
"You're blind," she muttered.
"Maybe you should marry him, then."
"Can I?" She fluttered her lashes, and I had to remind myself she'd been my best friend since seventh grade to keep from smacking her.
"Ew, no!" I wrinkled my nose. "It's gross that you're even looking at him like that."
She smirked, her freckles crinkling. "It's fine when I do it. It's only weird if you do."
I gritted my teeth.
Rebecca was perfect—wild auburn hair, impossible curves, flawless skin.
She had everything.
Except Daddy.
He was mine.
"Why would I ever—" I cut myself off, guilt twisting in my gut. "That's disgusting!"
"Either of you want a smoothie?"
Daddy's deep voice sent a shiver straight down my spine.
I jumped, turning to see him looming over the couch, two glasses in hand.
"No thanks," I snapped, playing my role. "Don't you have something better to do?"
Rebecca snatched a glass. "What she means is thank you."
"Evelyn has a unique way of expressing herself," Daddy mused, his hazel eyes lingering on my chest.
The way he looked at me—like I was the only girl in the world—made my breath hitch.
"Right?" Rebecca giggled. "I'm lucky if I get a 'please' out of her."
I glared.
Nine words.
That's all he'd said to her, and she was already swooning.
Daddy arched a brow, smirking. "Really? I find it pretty easy..."
Fuck.
My thighs clenched.
Why did he have to say that out loud?
"Enjoy your visit, Rebecca," he said before disappearing upstairs.
My eyes followed him until he vanished.
"Anyway, I should go," Rebecca sighed, checking her phone.
She flashed me the screen—her overbearing mom had texted.
Best.
News.
Ever.
I checked the clock.
Mom would be home soon.
Hurry up and leave.
"Tomorrow?" I faked disappointment.
Rebecca pouted. "If Mom lets me. She's been making Gregory tag along like I'm still twelve."
Gregory—her glorified babysitter.
I patted her shoulder. "She'll ease up."
Now get out.
"You're only a few months older. Stop acting superior."
"Totally. You should head out before it gets late."
"Right. Night!"
"Bye," I chirped, locking the door behind her.
Daddy wasn't in sight.
Good.
I collapsed onto the couch, spreading my legs as my fingers slipped under my shorts.
I was soaked.
A whimper escaped as I circled my clit, imagining Daddy slamming into me, muffling my moans with his hand.
"Daddy..." I gasped, fingers plunging deeper.
I was close—
"Without me?"
My eyes flew open.
Daddy stood over me, his gaze dark.
"What took you so long?" I panted.
He crouched, his breath hot on my lips. "Being a naughty little slut, aren't you?"
I nodded, too far gone to speak.
"What do you want, princess?"
His bulge strained against his shorts.
I swallowed hard. "I want Daddy to fuck me."
"Louder."
"I want Daddy to fuck me, please."
"Good girl."
His fingers replaced mine, and I arched into his touch.
"Look at me."
I obeyed, gasping as he thrust inside me.
"Fuck—Daddy!"
He smirked. "Not yet."
I was so close—
Then he froze.
Keys jingled at the door.
Mom.
"Don't touch yourself tonight," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "I'll reward you later."
Then he was gone.
I adjusted my shorts, crossing my legs as Mom walked in, completely clueless.
And I smiled.