Prologue

// Amabella's POV //

"We shouldn't be doing this..."

Those are the words that leave my mouth, but my body begs to differ. I cling to Kaden as if my life depends on it. I love and hate how much power he has over me. I'm like putty in his hands, easy for him to mold into whatever and whoever he wants—a good girl, a bad girl, his dirty girl. I've tried so many times to ignore the invisible pull that is relentless on bringing us together. I've tried and failed. I cannot refuse him; I can only succumb and enjoy the ride.

"We shouldn't be doing this in the hallway, Kaden. What if my mother catches us? What if—"

"Worry less about your mother and more about how you'd like for me to fuck you tonight," Kaden replies, nipping at my shoulder. "Is that understood—yes or no?"

I nod, biting back a smile. "Yes."

I know I give in way too easily, but I just can't help myself. His touch drives me insane, and his kisses take my breath away. Right now, he has me pinned against the wall in the hallway, my back to his front while he whispers filthy things in my ear. Kaden is such a strong man, so dominant, and passionate about everything he does. He's persistent, too. He has no problem going after the things he wants, and in my case, who he wants.

Me, the forbidden fruit—his stepdaughter.

"You know what to call me when we're alone and it isn't Kaden," he chuckles darkly, spinning me around and lifting me up. "Need I remind you of our rules, sweet Bella?"

"Yes. I think I'd like that very much." I play along, wrapping my arms and legs around his muscular frame as he carries me into my bedroom. A place that knows him well because he's in there almost every other night, unbeknownst to my clueless mother. "Go on then. What's rule number one?"

"No locked doors while I'm home. I need to be able to reach you at all times." Kaden places me down on my bed and then pushes my dress up to my stomach, exposing my lower half. He smiles big in approval. "Rule number two: always go commando unless it's that time of the month." Kaden positions himself between my thighs. I shudder at the feel of his warm breath hitting my bare pussy. "Rule number three... What are you to do for me, baby girl?"

"Open wide." I part my legs and arch my back, moaning loudly as he licks me, working me over good with his skilled mouth and tongue. I quickly begin to lose myself and sink a hand down my body to grip his hair roughly, letting him know just how well he's doing without actually saying the words.

Moments like this are when I feel as if Kaden knows my body better than I do. It's been mine for the last twenty-three years, but I've never been able to pleasure myself like this. Whether I'm using toys or only my fingers, I've never been able to cum multiple times in a night. I've never been able to climax hard enough to have my entire body shaking. I've never been able to swim in the lake of ecstasy or float on cloud nine... not until I met Kaden Matthews.

He and my mother have only been married for a few months, and until I discovered that they had married for something other than love, I felt terrible for being attracted to Kaden. I felt disgusting for lusting after my ridiculously hot stepfather, a man seven years older than me. I loathed myself for wanting to fuck him. But then I found out the truth about why they got married and suddenly, all bets were off.

"Kaden, please..."

Part of me still feels like I should respect their marriage, regardless of its authenticity; however, my desire to have Kaden to myself outweighs all logic.

"Stop teasing and make me cum," I beg, knowing just how much he loves it. I tug on his hair and he lifts his head, his lips glistening with my arousal. "Mother will be home soon. We don't have much time left."

"Have you forgotten who it is that you're speaking to?"

"No. I know exactly who I'm speaking to," I smirk, challenging him.

"I don't think you do." Kaden takes me off guard as he flips me over and slaps me hard on the ass, chuckling as I cry out his name in response. "Rule number four: never forget who's in charge. You didn't seriously think I'd let your smart mouth get away with that just now did you?"

"Goddamn it, Kaden..." I grip the sheets and squirm beneath him as he hovers over me, pressing his erection against my backside. Toying with me.

"Say the words." He moves a hand between our bodies, and I whimper for more after feeling two fingers penetrate me. It's not enough and he knows it. "Come on, Bella. Stop playing hard to get. Say the words and then I'll give you the cock that you're so damn desperate for."

I never knew how much of a turn on dirty talk could be until Kaden Matthews entered my life and showed me there are other flavors outside of vanilla. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the secret arrangement that we have—fucking one another like rabbits behind my mother's back. I've become addicted to the thrill of it all, knowing that at any second, our worlds could potentially implode.

I've finally gotten a taste of what it feels like to be alive and going forward, I can't imagine a life without Kaden in it. He's everything. And I can say with certainty that I'm madly in love with him.

Madly in love with my new daddy.

"Please..." I look back with a smile and finally say the words that he's been longing to hear. "Fuck me, daddy."