Eden Books Ravaged By Daddy

My Daddy might not know who I am, but he’s about to find out. 

I’m in too deep. My father has become an obsession I can’t escape. He doesn’t know who I am, but he’s about to find out.

He’s become my world—a world of pleasure, pain, and a connection so intense it’s terrifying.

Until I fuck up…

As the lines between right and wrong blur, is he going to take what I’m offering, or will I continue to be just a plaything for him to use over and over again?

“Ravaged by Daddy” is Book 4 of a taboo, forbidden series. It features a dominant, older father and the daughter who can’t resist her dark desires and intense breeding dirty talk.

Dubcon themes due to him not knowing it’s his daughter.Word count: 5800. All characters are 18+The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

He pulls back slightly, his hazel eyes locking onto mine. “Tell me how much you love my c*ck,” he demands, his voice rough with need.

“Love it,” I pant, rocking my body against his. “I love your c*ck, Daddy. It feels so good inside me.”

He smirks, a dark and dangerous expression that sends a thrill through me. “That’s right, babygirl. You’re addicted to it, aren’t you?”

My breath hitches as he hits that spot again. “So addicted.”

“You’re such a filthy little s7ut for me, aren’t you?”

I love it when he makes me respond to his dirty talk. I moan, “Yes, I’m your s7ut.”

He groans, his c*ck pulsing inside me as he f*cks me faster. “That’s right. You’re mine. And I’m going to fill this tight little pu$$y with my c*m.”

The thought of him c*ming inside me sends a wave of heat through my body. I’m so close, my orgasm right on the edge. “Please,” I beg. “Fill me up. Br33d me.”

“You want my c*m, babygirl? You want me to br33d you?”

My body shakes with need, and I cry out, “Yes, please, Daddy. I want your c*m. I want you to br33d me.”

He grunts, his hips moving faster as he chases his own release. “F*ck, you’re so tight. I can feel you squeezing my c*ck.”

“I’m close, Daddy. I’m so close.” My pu$$y clenches around him as he hits that spot over and over again.

“Come for me,” he commands. “Come all over my c*ck.”

My body shatters as the orgasm rips through me. I cry out as waves of ecstasy crash over me. He groans and explodes, his c*ck throbbing as he fills me with his warm c*m. The sensation of him coming inside me, claiming me, sends another surge of pleasure coursing through my veins. I cling to him, my body trembling, as I ride out the aftershocks.

He holds me to him until we’ve both come down from our high, and then he lowers me to the ground and pulls his c*ck out. My body already craves the connection, and I want more. What is he doing to me? My mind spins—from pleasure and confusion. In less than two months with my father, he’s made me addicted to his c*ck.

“You’re insatiable.” he smirks in satisfaction.

I blush, looking down at the floor. “I can’t help it. You make me feel so good.”

He chuckles and cups my cheek gently. “I know, babygirl. I know.”

He leads me to the bed, his arm wrapped around my waist. I snuggle against him, my body still tingling with pleasure. He lies down, pulling me into his arms, and I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“Daddy?” I murmur softly.

“Hmm?” he responds, his hand stroking my hair gently.

“Can I ask you something?”

He looks down at me, his eyes softening. “Of course. You can ask me anything.”

I hesitate, my heart pounding in my chest. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but I’ve been too afraid to ask. “Do you…do you think you’ll ever want to have kids?”

He’s quiet for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he sighs, his hand resuming its gentle stroking. “I don’t know. Sometimes I think I’m too old for all that.”

My stomach twists, but I force a smile. He should probably think about that since he’s br33ding me with no protection. “You’re a guy. You’re technically never too old to have another kid, right?”

He freezes, his hand stilling on my back. For a moment, the room goes quiet, and I can feel the weight of my words hanging in the air. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Did I just say that?

“Another kid?” His voice is steely—too steely.

Uh-oh. My mind races. “I-I just meant…you know, hypothetically. Like, if you wanted to.”

He pushes me off of him and sits up, his eyes narrowing as he looks down at me. “How would you know if I already have a kid, Tara?”

My heart hammers, and I can feel the panic rising. “I-I don’t. I was just saying—”

“Don’t lie to me.” His voice sharp. “How do you know?”

The tears start to well up in my eyes, and I can’t hold it back anymore. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, my voice shaking.

He stares at me. “Sorry for what?”