Eden Books Spanked And Raped By Daddy

I never wanted this. His touch burns, his gaze traps me, and his voice crawls under my skin. Every part of me screams to fight, to flee, yet something dark and primal coils deep within, whispering betrayal. My body responds even as my heart rebels. He says I’m his, that I always have been. That I was made for this—his discipline, his desire, his twisted love. Each stinging slap of his hand sends a jolt through me, a painful pleasure I hate myself for feeling. I don’t want this. But as his grip tightens, as his breath mingles with mine, I’m terrified of how much I crave his control. How much I ache for the forbidden. God help me, I don’t want to want this.