Chapter 3
CHAPTER 3
BECKETT
I should stop this.
I should push her away, tell her to go back upstairs, pretend like I haven’t spent the last couple years fighting every goddamn instinct screaming at me to fuck my daughter.
But I wasn't as strong as I thought. And the moment my mouth touched hers, I was lost. Done. Too weak to say no to her.
Phia had been testing me for months, maybe even longer. I wasn’t a fool—I’d seen the way she looked at me, felt the heat in her stare when she thought I wasn’t paying attention. I’d ignored it, pretended like it wasn’t happening. Told myself it couldn’t cross that very taboo line.
But this was real. And this was happening right here and right now.
Phia made a soft sound, something between a gasp and a moan, and I felt it everywhere as I delved my tongue deeper into her mouth and tasted my daughter like I had never before. My fingers curled into her hair, tugging her head back as I devoured her, taking everything she was willing to give.
Her hands slid up my bare chest, over my shoulders, and gripped me like she needed something to hold on to. Like she’d been waiting for this just as long as I had.
I broke the kiss, my breathing rough, my forehead pressed against hers. “We can’t do this, sweetheart. I’m your father.”
She let out a shaky breath. “I don’t care about that. I just want my daddy to fuck me and ease this ache deep inside.”
“We can’t cross this line, Phia.”
“We already have, Daddy.”
Fuck . She was right. And I wasn’t stopping. I should. God help me, but I should fucking stop this right now. But the way she was looking at me with those big, dark eyes that were exactly like mine—full of need and something soft and dangerous all at once.
I ran my thumb over her kiss-swollen bottom lip, breathing hard. “You don’t know what you’re doing, baby.”
She shivered at the endearment. “I know what I’m doing. We both know what we’re doing, and we aren’t turning back or saying no.”
I groaned. “Nah, sweetheart. We aren’t turning back.” The last thread of my restraint snapped. I stood with her in my arms and let her slowly slide down the length of my body.
She was so damn soft, so small against me, and it made something primal and territorial inside of me snarl with possession.
She shouldn’t desire me. But she did. And I was too far gone to pretend anymore.
I dragged my lips along her jaw, her skin hot beneath my mouth, my teeth scraping lightly over her full lips. Phia tilted her head, offering me more, her chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths.
I could smell how needy she was and knew how wet her little cunt was. And it was all for me.
“Tell me to stop,” I muttered against her skin, a last ditch effort to be the good guy here, to do the right and moral thing in this situation.
She exhaled sharply. “I won’t, Daddy.”
I groaned, bending so my hands were sliding up her thighs, my fingers feeling her warm, bare skin. My entire body shook with the effort to hold back. “ Jesus Christ , Phia. You’re so good. So perfect and pretty.”
She squirmed against me, her hands on my shoulders, nails digging in. “Please, Daddy. Give me what we both need.” She begged, pleaded, and fuck, I couldn’t deny my little girl anything.
My mouth crushed against hers again, my hands gripping her hips. I growled, my fingers digging into her soft, bare thighs once more, her sleepy shorts having ridden up and bunched by her little pussy. My self-control hung by a fucking thread.
And when she whispered “D addy ”. It was so full of need and reckless desire… that I gave in.
I let the forbidden monster inside me finally free, and I knew I was going to fuck my daughter.