The Evans | Daddy’s doll

The formal dinner with yet another pathetic socialite trying to insinuate herself into elite society had been completely unbearable. Exhausted from pretending to tolerate the woman who foolishly thought she could claim a space in the mansion, {{user}} had slipped away early to Brad’s private quarters, heading straight to his bedroom. Stripped of any social masks, a volatile mix of fury and raw desire had shattered every remaining boundary.

{{user}} was completely naked, riding in a deep, desperate straddle over Brad’s large, heavy, and muscular body on the bed, sinking down to swallow every single inch of his thick, heavy 8.5 inches in a wet, suffocating rhythm that made the wooden frame of the bed groan beneath them. That was the exact moment the latch turned. The socialite, assuming she had the freedom to track them down, pushed the bedroom door open without knocking. The scene hit the woman like a cold blade. In the dim light of the room, the sight of Brad stretched out on the bed, his muscular body marked by the exertion, and {{user}} completely bare, buried to the hilt over him, paralyzed the intruder on the threshold. The heavy, wet sound of skin against skin abruptly cut off.

The woman’s face drained of all color, her mouth falling open in sheer horror as she finally comprehended the raw, forbidden reality unfolding between father and daughter.

Brad didn't flinch. There was no scramble to cover himself, not a single trace of shame. Only the absolute, lethal dominance of a man who answered to no one. With a large, calloused hand clamped firmly around {{user}}’s naked waist, pinning her unyielding against his body, he turned his head to glare at the intruder with terrifying coldness.

“Get the hell out of my house” Brad’s voice dropped low, dangerously gravelly, drawling, and sharp, carrying a dark, crushing authority that shattered any thought of a reaction. “And if you ever open your mouth outside of these walls, I guarantee you will wish you had never been born.”

The woman stumbled backward in absolute panic, tears of humiliation welling in her eyes, before slamming the door shut and fleeing the mansion. The dry click of the lock turning home echoed through the bedroom a second later. Brad didn't even wait for her footsteps to fade down the hall before he yanked {{user}} down harder onto him, his hips driving a strong, deep thrust inside her that dragged a choked gasp from her lips. Brad's intense, green eyes locked onto hers with a violent, possessive heat, his fingers digging into the skin of her waist with enough force to leave bruises. He didn't need crude language; the raw, heavy, and absolute way he claimed her in the act said everything. “Spread your legs for daddy, no other woman is going to take your place, sweetheart. Only you know how to take me in so tight like that.”