Let’s Play Pretend – Fake Relationship Anti-Hero Read Online Dani Wyatt

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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
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“Yes, but first, I have something for you.”

I turn as he steps away, unzips his suitcase and pulls out a lavender satin box with a thin white silk bow. He steps toward me and stalls me with his gaze as he holds it forward.

“For tonight,” he says with a twitch of his left brow, drawing my gaze to those blue eyes that could do battle with any spring sky.

When he flips open the lid, the last of my power to stand is lost. Luckily, he’s there to catch me as he chuckles, sitting me on the sofa, the plug in my rear distracting me while he secures the diamond and ruby choker around my neck.

“Perfect. Daddy’s little girl is going to look so grown up tonight. Now, go get dressed. We have work to do.”

chapter seven

Dietrich

With a deep satisfaction, I watch as Hannah scurries away into the bedroom, her round ass jiggling as she goes. I click the remote and listen to her yelp as the plug pulses inside her ass which gives me an oddly warm feeling of satisfaction.

I’m with you even when I’m not, baby.

I can’t wait to see her in that dress. I picked it out myself and paid double the price to make sure they altered it to fit her exact measurements.

I’m salivating at the thought of it, shredded and strewn across the bedroom floor.

Hannah may think this is only for the weekend, and I’m not going to spoil that fun. I like the idea of a time limit, of having to cram a lifetime into a couple of days. But the truth is, I can’t let her go. Not on Monday and not ever.

She’s mine, now and forever.

My phone vibrates and I pull it out on a huff, gritting my teeth. It’s fucking Denny. I walk toward the window where my bag is sitting on a chair and answer.

“What?”

“H-Hi, Hawk. I’m just calling to see how things are going.”

“They are going fine.”

He stammers and mutters something I don’t bother to decipher. Then he clears his throat and tries again. “It’s just… I really want to make sure that she’s doing a good job. That you’re happy with her. And… and of course that she’s alright.”

“She still has a phone, Denny. You can check in to see how she’s doing. If she’s not answering you, then I take it she’s busy or doesn’t want to talk to you. She’s not a hostage here.”

Well, if she tries to leave she will be, but he doesn’t need to know that. Denny sighs and starts again as I groan.

“I just want to be sure—” he stutters.

It’s annoying the fuck out of me. I abhor weakness.

“Just say what you need to say.” I step toward the bedroom, easing open the door a few inches, noting the four posts on the bed.

Perfect for tying Hannah up while I convince my sweet daughter that Daddy has needs.

“Just—” He’s still fucking talking and saying nothing.

The bedding will need to go. I want white sheets only. When I tear into that cherry of hers, I’m sure there will be blood and I’m going to cut out that evidence of the moment I make her mine and carry it around in my pocket for the rest of my fucking life.

The moment I claimed my daughter as my own.

Fatherhood is beginning to grow on me.

Maybe I was cut out for being a dad…except what I have in mind involves a lot of deep dicking and teaching my little princess what good girls do in the night when Daddy comes in to read them their bedtime story.

I’m a filthy fucker. Sweet Hannah is corrupting me with her pink cheeks and her freckles. That’s a turn of events I never imagined.

Denny’s verbal diarrhea streams through the phone. “I need that money. There. I said it. If I need to call Hannah and give her some feedback from you, you know, dad to daughter sort of straight talk, no punches pulled, I’ll do it. She needs to perform for you.”

Fuck yes, she’s going to perform. In ways you might not like. But, who knows, you are a fucktard so maybe you wouldn’t care that I’m planning on taking that virgin purity of hers and turning it into Daddy’s own cum sucking sex toy tonight, and banging a baby into her so she can never get away.

That sound good there Daddy-o?

As for straight talk, if any Daddy is going to give her a talking to, it’s going to be me.

“She’s fine,” I say, tapping the red circle and ending the call.

He’s in deep with someone. But, for the moment, I tuck that away and focus on my priorities.

Getting the Zeneli fucks settled so I can find a life that won’t put hers in danger.

Fucking my bride to be.

But, not necessarily in that order.


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