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Eden Books Daddy’s Kinky Little Slut Series Bundle

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Eden Books Daddy’s Kinky Little Slut Series Bundle

Daddy issues never felt so sinfully satisfying.

I never meant for it to go this far. When financial desperation drives me to participate in an exclusive virgin auction, I never expect the highest bidder to be the father who abandoned me—and worse, he doesn’t recognize his own daughter.

What begins as my calculated deception for tuition money quickly spirals into an intoxicating game of power, pleasure, and forbidden desire. He thinks he’s just playing with a willing submissive, but I’m the one holding the darkest secret of all.

Follow my journey from innocent deception to consuming passion in this complete five-book series that promises a filthy, boundary-pushing happily ever after.

Bundle includes:Auctioned to DaddyServicing DaddySurrendering to DaddyRavaged by DaddyFilled by Daddy

Note: Father/Daughter incest with dubcon themes, but it’s not dark.

Word count: 27,500. All characters are 18+The cover picture is 100% created with AI.


Excerpt

This place doesn’t exactly follow the law, so you need a recommendation from someone to get in the door. My friend Jannie auctioned off her virginity last year, and she helped me get in. She told me she got enough for two years of tuition. I hope I can get that much.

“Strip. Robes only,” barks the coordinator, her sleek bob as sharp as her tone.

The silk robe slides across my skin as I shed my sundress and panties. Despite the warmth backstage, my n*pples tighten against the smooth fabric. My blonde hair falls past my shoulders in soft waves, and I catch my reflection in a nearby mirror. Not bad—perky br3asts, slim waist, the kind of body that makes guys stare in class. Tonight, that attention better translate into serious cash.

The crowd buzzes on the other side of the curtain. I peek through a gap and spot rows of men in expensive suits, their expressions hungry. My stomach flips.

“This one’s gold,” a voice behind me drawls. “Blonde, stacked, tight little body—she’ll bring top dollar.”

Heat floods my cheeks, but something deeper stirs too. Their crude assessment shouldn’t turn me on, but fIck if it doesn’t.

The auctioneer’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “Next up is Tara.”

Shit, that’s me. The stage lights blind me as I step out. Cool air hits my skin as the auctioneer tugs on the belt of my robe. The fabric pools at my feet, and I fight the urge to cover myself, forcing my arms to stay at my sides while dozens of eyes roam over my naked body.

The room falls silent, only to then erupt in murmurs. Their stares feel like physical touches, and my p*ssy clenches in response. What the hell is wrong with me? I should feel mortified, not aroused.

Numbers fly back and forth, climbing higher than I’d dared to hope. My attention locks onto one bidder—distinguished, with salt-and-pepper hair. He radiates power, and something inside me responds.

“Fifty thousand.” His voice resonates through me.

“Sixty thousand!” another voice counters.

“Seventy-five.” His eyes never leave mine, promising things that make my thighs clench.

When someone else bids 100,000, the guy who holds my stare calls out, “One hundred and fifty thousand.”

After a few moments of silence, the gavel crashes down. “Sold for one hundred and fifty thousand!”

I stumble backstage in shock. The bidders pay a fee to the auction house on top of what they bid, so that one hundred and fifty thousand is all to me.

As I get dressed again, my mind whirls. Why would someone pay that much for me? That’s easily two years of college plus living expenses. I won’t have to worry about money until my last year.

Once I’m dressed, a worker leads me down a hallway into a waiting room.

The guy who won me is there, waiting.

“I’m James,” he introduces himself, and his deep voice sends shivers down my spine.

Okay, yeah, I can f*ck this guy. He’s smoking hot.

The worker leaves us, and before I can introduce myself, he speaks again.

“You’re mine now.” His gaze rakes over my body. “I’m going to make you scream my name. Understand?”

Oooh, god. My mouth is suddenly dry, and I can only nod.

What have I gotten myself into?