Bella was talking so fast I can barely keep up. Something about drinks and the hot tub schedule and the couple who already hooked up in the downstairs cabin even though we literally just boarded.
I nod. I smile. I say “Oh my God” and “That’s wild” and try to pretend like I’m not still clenching my thighs with every step because the back of my dress keeps brushing against my ass and it’s making me imagine Connor’s hand there instead.
Then I see them.
The rest of the group.
Four of them are already gathered in the lounge chairs under the canopy – two guys, two girls, all tan and laughing and sipping cocktails like this is their fourth summer in Saint-Tropez. One guy has tattoos. One girl has gold hoops the size of my fists. Everyone looks older, cooler, more relaxed. And me?
I look like a virgin with a secret daddy kink and a pulse in my c**t so strong I might black out.
Bella points them out like she’s doing roll call. “Okay, that’s Tyler – he’s mine, don’t touch, I’ll murder you. That’s Chase and Courtney – they break up like three times a day, so just smile and nod. And that’s Daphne and Elia – they’re obnoxiously in love and you’ll probably want to push them overboard by Day Three.”
I wave. I smile. I nod. I say something polite. I don’t remember what.
Because my mouth opens and the next words that come out?
I want to kill myself the second I say them.
“Your dad looks really built.”
Oh my God.
Did I just say that?
I said that.
I actually said that.
Out loud.
To her.
To his daughter.
In public.
Surrounded by people.
I want to grab the words and stuff them back down my throat, but they’re already hanging there in the air, sticky and perverted and impossible to explain away. And Bella – bless her oblivious heart – just turns her head and raises one brow at me like she heard exactly what I said and she’s giving me a chance to walk it back before it gets weird.
I panic.
“I mean not, like, in a weird way,” I blurt, talking faster than my brain can process. “I’m just saying he looks like, you know, he takes care of himself. Like, fit. Like, for his age. Not that he’s old. I didn’t mean that. I just meant like, if he wasn’t your dad-and obviously he is-but if he wasn’t, people would definitely think he’s like, some hot ex-military guy who jogs shirtless through the woods or something. Not that I imagine him jogging. I mean, not often. Maybe once. Or twice.”
I want to drown myself in the sea. Right now. I’ll tie an anchor to my ankle. I’ll do it.
But Bella? Bella just laughs.
Like a full, honest laugh. She covers her mouth and everything.
“Oh my God, Lily,” she wheezes. “You’re such a weirdo.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” I whisper, even though I 100% did and we both know it.
She waves it off. “It’s fine. Everyone says that. My friends used to call him ‘Alpha Daddy’ and I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.”
Alpha Daddy. He’s mine.
My p***y throbs so hard I have to clench my jaw.
I laugh nervously, pushing my hair behind my ear and trying to pretend my face isn’t beet red. “Well… I mean… I get it. He definitely has that whole… power thing going on.”
She shrugs. “He works out every morning. Like obsessively. Gets up at 5 a.m., lifts weights, runs in the sand, fights imaginary people in the backyard like he’s training for war. He doesn’t even use headphones. Just… growls.”
Growls.
My brain explodes.
My entire body turns into one giant need.
I make some kind of sound – half gasp, half squeak, half moan disguised as a cough – and pray no one hears it over the music.
“He sounds intense,” I say, because I don’t know what else to say without screaming I want him to bend me over this railing and f**k me stupid.
“He’s a psycho about discipline,” Bella continues. “All Alpha stuff. Always has to be in control. Even of his body. It’s like, scary sometimes. But yeah. He’s hot, I guess. If you’re into terrifying men with emotional damage.”
Oh, I am.
I so am.
I am into terrifying men with emotional damage and thick veins in their forearms and brooding daddy eyes and fists big enough to wrap around my throat while they make me moan into the pillows with their knot swelling inside me-
“Lily?”
Bella waves her hand in front of my face.
I blink. “Huh?”
“You spaced out.”
“Sorry.” I clear my throat. “Probably jet lag.”
She nods, grinning. “Or maybe you’re just thinking of getting laid soon. You virgin”
“I hate you,” I whisper.
She cackles and grabs my wrist. “Come on,. Let’s get you a drink before you keep on thinking of getting laid”
And I let her pull me toward the open bar, but my brain?
It’s stuck on that image now.
Connor.
Sweaty. Growling. Shirtless. Dominant.
Fucking terrifying.
And all mine – if I play this right.
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