Tyrant Daddy (Tyrant Dynasty 3)

"Yes," she nods enthusiastically, elbowing her husband in the ribs. He glares at her before pulling her in for a deep, seductive kiss that lasts ages. I clear my throat twice and he still won't stop. By the time he lets go of Dove, she's flushed and out of breath. "Anyway. Do you and Elise have children?"

"No," I laugh. "Far too late for that. And the two of you?"

"We have three," Nox barks. "A girl and twin boys."

"How wonderful." We glare at one another before Dove mercifully cuts in.

"Yes, we are very blessed." An uncomfortable silence follows before Dove nervously jumps in again. "Let me show you some pictures."

She scrolls past pictures of the twin boys. It's impossible to tell the two apart, and they look just like their father. I brace myself for the sight of Dove's daughter. It will be painful as fuck. Once upon a time, I dreamed of that being our child.

I'm getting bored of nodding and giving compliments when she scrolls past a photo of a leggy, thin blonde in denim cut off shorts.

"Wait," I mutter, pointing to her phone. "Who's that?"

"Oh, this?" Dove scrolls back through her album and opens a shot that is so unmistakably Willa my cock hardens at the mere sight of her. Dove gives Nox a proud smile. "That's Willa on her eighteenth birthday."

"Willa?" I swallow thickly. I can feel Nox staring at me as Dove keeps going through the photos, blissfully unaware. "But you didn't have a baby eighteen years ago."

"Yeah, we adopted her," Nox barks at me. "Got a problem with that, fucker?"

"Jesus, Nox, would you relax?" Dove gives him a warning look but the man is still practically sneering at me. "Raphael, I'm so sorry. We're going to get going."

"Sure," I manage. "See you around."

They leave me standing alone in a crowd of faces, though I only see one – a certain leggy, thin blonde in a pair of denim cutoffs.

Willa.

My Willa.

My Willa is... their Willa?

I'm so beyond fucked.

I drown my sorrows in booze that night. I force myself to think about accepting Elise's numerous advances when she senses my defenses are down. But I can't bring myself to do it. The thought doesn't even make my dick twitch. That one pretty face is still on my mind, relentlessly haunting me, even in my dreams.

For a week, I do everything in my power to stop thinking about her, save for fucking someone else.

I consider calling one of the women in my little black book, perhaps the very one who was with me the night I met Willa, in a sick turn of fate. But I can't. I can't do anything but beat my cock into an unsatisfying orgasm. Every stroke of my fist is for Willa, every shot of cum meant for her holes. I'm a man going insane. Fighting this addiction is going to fucking kill me.

Now that I have Willa's last name, it's even easier to find her. But I feel sick looking up her history, so I force myself to stop and focus on the profile I've already discovered. And there she is, displayed in full sepia-toned glory, a fake fucking filter plastered over her beautiful face.

I want to see her without the filters.

I want to see her in person.

I want to feel her sweet pink pussy lips parting only for me.

The decision to call her makes me feel relieved but weak at the same time. It's impressive she managed not to contact me for this long.

The call rings and rings, but she doesn't pick up. Pissed off, I set my phone down and pace my office overlooking the city. Fucking fuck. She should be on her knees before me, because I want to take this goddamn frustration out on something pretty, and she's the prettiest little thing I've ever seen.

My phone buzzes on the desk and I make a grab for it.

Why are you calling me, weirdo? Text pls

I can't help grinning at her message, my fingers quickly firing off a reply.

Wanted to hear your voice. I need your pussy, trouble.

I knew you couldn't resist. How much?

I furrow my brows at the last text she's sent. What the fuck? She wants me to keep paying her?

My internal battle over how wrong this is, ends embarrassingly quickly.

Double last time.

Yes, Daddy!

When?

Let me surprise you. Pull some late nights at the office this week!

I think better than to reply and put my phone back down. My heart is hammering and my dick is hard despite just milking it a few hours ago. This girl will be the death of me. I'm too old for this shit.

At the same time, I can't help but take some sick pleasure in my new-found knowledge that she's the Millers’ daughter. Nox would kill me if he knew, and Dove would be devastated.