Lust For Me, Daddy's Good Girl

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“Open your legs, princess.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to eat this pussy until you’re crying and begging me to fuck you.”

She shivered. “And then?”

“Then I’ll flip you over, slide my cock in, and ruin you until you’re dripping down your thighs and moaning my name like a prayer.”

Violet never imagined she’d become nothing more than a substitute in her four-year relationship. But ever since his childhood sweetheart returned, she’s been the second choice. The final blow was when two of them fell into the pool, he didn’t hesitate, he saved her instead.

Left to drown, Violet was pulled from the water by a mysterious stranger, who now wants nothing more than to have her in his bed.

Too bad that stranger turns out to be her boyfriend’s father, Hades Sinclair

I almost drowned

Violet

“Between you and me, Violet, if we both fell into the water, who do you think he’d save?” Nora asked, a wicked grin curling on her lips.

“What—” I barely got the word out before she turned toward the pool, her smile deepening. And without warning, she grabbed my hand and dragged us both under.

If your partner of four years and your childhood sweetheart both fell into a pool, and neither of them could swim, who would you save?

Who would you run to first without thinking?

Most men would say their girlfriend. That’s the obvious answer, isn’t it?

So why… why did Matthew run past me, his girlfriend, and dive straight toward her?

His childhood sweetheart.

“Nora!!” he screamed, jumping into the water. He reached her in seconds, pulling her limp body into his arms, and he carried her out of the water.

Water rushed into my mouth and nose before I could even scream. I tried to float, but my body refused. My arms flailed, my hands slapped against the surface, but I couldn’t stay up. I was sinking.

And to make it worse, he didn’t even look back at me.

"Nora! Nora, wake up! Please, wake up!" Matthew shouted, his voice cracking with desperation, as if he couldn’t imagine a world without her, as if she were the love of his life. And there I was, his girlfriend of four years, still struggling in the pool, about to die.

How ironic. Was I really going to die like this?

It was too cruel, embarrassing, and stupid.

People would talk. They’d whisper over my grave,

‘That’s the girl whose boyfriend let her drown to save another woman.’

This was so unfair. What did I do to deserve this? I’ve always been there for him. I sacrificed so much for him. I did everything I could to make him happy.

So why? Why would he choose the woman who gave him nothing? How does that make any sense?

“God, she’s awake! Nora, are you okay?” His voice was full of relief.

Wasn’t I still in the water?

I blinked through the stinging chlorine, catching one last glimpse of Matthew, his arms wrapped tightly around her, his eyes locked on her face.

“Hey, dude, your girlfriend is still in the water!” someone shouted.

Matthew turned, his gaze snapping to me, like he’d just remembered I existed.

“Violet!” he yelled, but it was too late. I couldn’t breathe.

The world dimmed. My limbs went heavy. I was about to die until I felt a splash beside me.

Someone dove in.

I couldn’t see his face clearly, but strong arms wrapped around my waist. Warm lips pressed against mine, forcing air into my lungs. I clung to his chest as he swam, dragging me upward until my back hit the cold, rough concrete ledge.

His lips found mine again, followed by firm pressure against my chest.

I jolted upright, coughing hard as water spewed from my mouth. Gasping for air, I tried to blink. A warm hand moved in gentle circles across my back.

I almost died.

“Violet! Are you okay?” Matthew asked.

I looked up at him. He was still kneeling, soaked to the bone. I followed his hands. One of them was resting gently on Nora's back, the other curled protectively around hers. He seemed to finally realize I was looking at his hands, because he pulled his hand away.

She grabbed it. “I-I’m so scared, Matthew. And cold…”

Without hesitation, he peeled off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. Then he hugged her close again.

I bit my lip so hard it nearly bled.

I was cold too. My body was still shaking from the water, my teeth clattering.

Tears stung my eyes. I didn’t want to cry in front of them. Especially not when she was snuggled against him like a rescued damsel and I looked like the spare.

He looked at me, and said softly, “Try to understand, Violet. Nora…she’s sick.”

My voice trembled. “I-Is that why you chose to save her? Is that why you let your girlfriend drown?”

He flinched, and paused.

Answer me, Matthew.

“Is that it?” I said, voice sharper. “You think her life is more important than mine? Because she’s sick?”

I waited.

I wanted him to say no. To say I was wrong. To say he panicked, to say anything that made me feel like I still mattered.

Some part of me knew that he knew what he did was wrong.

If he would just admit it, if he would apologize…maybe I could forgive him.

Instead, he sighed, and looked down at her. “Don’t be dramatic, Violet. You didn’t die. You’re alive, aren't you.”

I stared at him. My words stopped working for a moment.

He went on. “Nora could’ve gotten worse. If she’d stayed in the water too long, she might’ve—”

“You think that justifies it?” I said, a little louder now. My hands were fists. “You think it’s okay because I didn’t actually die?”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t he see the wedge that had been forming ever since she came back into our lives had finally split us in two?

The late nights, the distant eyes, the lack of intimacy, we fought over nothing. And every time I brought it up, he said the same thing.

“You’re just jealous.”

“She’s sick.”

“I’m just helping.”

Nora was his first love.

They met in the orphanage, they were two broken kids clinging to each other. He used to talk about her like she was the only light he had back then. But she left him when they were teenagers for someone richer.

A year later, after Matthew was adopted by the most powerful man in the country, she came back. Since then, she’d been doing everything she could to make me look like the crazy, jealous woman, and this was just another part of her scheme.

I was waiting for Matthew to finish talking to some business partners when she just walked up to me and pushed me into the pool.

My heart pounded. I was tired of everything.

Why couldn’t he just see her for who she was? I looked at her and saw the small, victorious smirk on her lips, like she had won.

I glared at Matthew and yelled, “She should’ve thought about her health before pushing both of us into the pool

Do you want to spend the night with me?

Violet

“She should’ve thought about her health before pushing both of us into the pool!”

Everything went quiet, and all eyes turned toward Nora. She looked at me, eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights.

Normally, I wouldn’t say anything. Normally, I’d swallow my pride, bite my tongue, and let her play the victim like she always did. But today, she crossed a line.

She almost cost me my life.

I glared at her. “Well? Cat got your tongue?”

She flinched. “W-what?”

“Say it,” I demanded. “Tell them the truth. You pushed me into the water on purpose.”

Matthew blinked and turned to her, startled. “Nora… is this true?”

She looked down, and bit her lip, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and said softly, “Matthew… do you really believe this nonsense? Do you honestly think I’d drown myself, on purpose? For what reason?”

She looked up at him with those eyes, the same wide, glassy eyes that had everyone wrapped around her finger since the day she reentered our lives.

“You know I’m not that kind of person.”

“What?” I whispered. “Are you serious?”

People started whispering around us.

“Yeah, she wouldn’t do that.”

“Who would jump in a pool if they couldn’t swim? That’s ridiculous.”

“It doesn’t make sense.”

I bit down on my lip so hard it stung. My eyes burned with frustration and disbelief as I turned to Matthew, some foolish part of me still hoping he’d take my side, that he’d believe me.

“I’m telling the truth,” I said. “She pushed us. She did it on purpose!”

His jaw clenched.

Please believe me.

Please.

He looked at me, then looked away. “Enough of this.”

My stomach dropped.

He shook his head. “Nora would never push herself into danger. Violet, you must’ve… you probably drank too much. You don’t remember it right.”

My stupid, fragile heart ached in a way I didn’t know was possible. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I felt the tears slide down my cheeks.

I wasn’t just hurt.

I was erased. He just believed her.

“I didn’t want to say anything, but you were the one who actually pushed me, Violet. I instinctively grabbed your hand when I fell.” She glanced at Matthew. “But I told myself it had to be a mistake. That’s why I didn’t say anything.”

I stared at her. My lips parted, but nothing came out.

Matthew didn’t hesitate.

“See?” he said, turning to her like she was the one who needed comfort. “Violet made a mistake. Don’t take it to heart, Nora.”

At this point, I didn’t know whether to laugh or scream.

I nodded slowly, more to myself than anyone else. The pieces were finally clicking into place.

“I see it clearly now,” I whispered.

Matthew’s brows pulled together. “What?”

I looked up at him, my voice hollow. “You never loved me, did you?”

He flinched.

“When I first saw Nora, I noticed the resemblance. I thought it was just your type, same eyes, same smile, the way she laughed…but it wasn’t a coincidence, was it? I was just a placeholder. A warm body until your woman came back.”

His face turned pale. “Don’t talk nonsense, Violet. That is not true.”

"Not true? Then tell me, why is it always her and not me? If we were both hanging off a cliff, you’d save her. If we both needed a kidney, you’d give her yours. If we were both drowning, you’d pull her out. Oh wait, you already did.”

He stood up, cradling Nora in his arms. “I’m taking Nora home. I don’t want to listen to this bullshit,” he said. “I’ll call my driver to take you back. I don’t think I can come home tonight, Nora needs me. You can call your friends to stay with you.”

I sat there, hugging myself tightly. The cold water clung to my skin, but it was nothing compared to the chill inside me. I didn’t even have the strength to argue, or scream. I was just drained.

My love, my loyalty, my trust had been wasted.

I was about to stand when I felt something heavy and warm wrap around my shoulders.

I froze.

The scent of expensive cologne filled the air as I looked down at the oversized black coat wrapped around me, confused.

A low, throaty chuckle echoed beside me.

I turned my head to see a man standing to my left, hands in his pocket, drenched from the pool, his dark hair wet and tousled, falling over a sleek black mask that covered the upper half of his face. I’d forgotten, this was a masquerade party. But even with the mask, I could tell he was really attractive.

He was the man who saved me.

His striking blue eyes scanned me, curious, and a lazy smirk curled on his lips. That look made my heart skip a beat.

Matthew stiffened. “Who are you?”

The man barely glanced at him. His gaze flicked over Matthew like he was a bug.

“I’m highly disappointed.” His deep voice echoed through the walls.

His voice was the kind that made powerful people tremble. It was commanding.

Matthew frowned. “I don’t know who you think you are, but mind your business. You saved my girlfriend, and you have my thanks. But don’t meddle.”

The man tilted his head, utterly indifferent. “Are you not even ashamed?” he asked, his tone almost mocking. “You are thanking someone for saving your woman, when you had every chance to do it yourself?”

Matthew’s jaw clenched.

The man continued, bored. “I should ask my secretary where he found you. You’re a funny little thing.”

Matthew wanted to say something, clearly pissed, but the man didn’t even look at him anymore.

His full attention shifted back to me.

Those blue eyes looked at me like he could see past my wet clothes and trembling body, and straight into my soul.

“Do you want to spend the night with me?” he asked.

My heart thudded.

“....”

What did he just say?

“What?”

“Do you want to spend the night with me?”

He repeated. “Will you let me pleasure you tonight, and make you come over and over, in my sheets?”

I choked on my spit. My lungs forgot how to breathe.

Behind me, Matthew exploded.

“What the hell do you think you are?!” he barked, face red with disbelief. “How dare you say that to my girlfriend?!”

The man barely turned his head. His voice was cold “Keep your mouth shut, boy. Kids don’t speak, when adults are talking.”

I stared at him.

So did everyone else.

I’d never seen anyone talk to Matthew like that.

People feared him, not for who he was, but for who his adoptive father was. He was rich, powerful, and ruthless. The kind of man who could destroy reputations with a phone call. People tiptoed around Matthew because of that legacy. But not this man. This man looked at him like he was nothing.

His gaze returned to me. He tilted his head. “So, what do you say?” His smirk deepened. “Will you let me ruin you tonight?”

Heat bloomed in my stomach. I felt it crawl up my neck.

“How dare you!” Matthew shouted again. “Security! Escort this lunatic out of here!”

The guards didn’t move.

Matthew turned, red-faced. “Are you all deaf?! I said get him out of here, now! If you don’t want to get fired!”

They still didn't move. Nora spoke up. “Matthew….do you think Violet knows him?”

He turned to me. “Who the hell is this? Violet, do you know him?”

I looked at him. He was still holding her.

The woman who had nearly killed me. The woman he believed over me. The woman who got his coat, and everything he couldn't offer to me.

Why was I still trying? Why was I clinging to something that was never really mine?

I looked at the stranger.

He hadn’t moved, but he was watching me closely like he already knew the answer, but wanted me to say it.

I took a shaky breath, and tugged lightly at the hem of his pants.

His head lowered, curious. When he bent down, in one motion, I reached up and cupped both sides of his face and kissed him.

He paused, and a low chuckle vibrated through him.

“I’ll take that as your answer, princess.” he murmured against my lips, and then he kissed me properly.

Let me ruin you, princess

Violet

He kissed me deeply, and I kissed him back.

God, he tasted so good, like warm spice. His teeth caught my bottom lip, biting just hard enough to make me moan, and then his tongue slipped into my mouth, stealing every last thought in my head.

The kiss deepened, and my whole body responded like it had been waiting for this moment all its life.

My legs went weak, and my head spun. My core clenched so tightly I swore I could feel my heartbeat there.

“You bastard! How dare you!” Matthew yelled.

Before I could turn, the stranger was shoved away from me. A sickening crack followed as Matthew’s fist slammed into his jaw, knocking him back a step. I gasped, eyes wide with shock, Matthew was never the aggressive type.

Matthew grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward him.

I gasped at the sudden contact, pain flaring where his fingers dug into my skin. “Let go of me this instant!”

His eyes were wild, and red with fury. “How dare you kiss another man in front of me?! Don’t you have any shame?!”

Shame?

I’m the one without shame? He saved his childhood friend, carried her like she was his girlfriend, and humiliated me over and over in front of everyone. And somehow, I’m the shameless one?

I stared at him and laughed. “It’s funny, you suddenly remember the meaning of shame. I thought you’d forgotten what that word meant entirely.”

He glared at me. “What the fuck do you mean by that? Are you seriously still jealous of Nora?”

Still jealous?

“How many times have I told you?” he went on. “There’s nothing going on between us! Nora’s my childhood friend! I care about her! I can’t just stop seeing her because you’re jealous—”

“You’re crazy,” I snapped. “And fucking blind.”

“You—”

“Since you care about her so much, then go ahead and date her. We’re done, Matthew. I won’t let you play with my heart anymore. I won’t be anyone’s substitute.”

His expression crumbled, confusion hitting first, followed quickly by disbelief. “W-What are you saying? You want to break up with me—” Before he could finish, his arm was roughly ripped away from me, and twisted behind his back with such speed and force that he staggered back.

I turned my attention to the masked man, he held Matthew's hand, twisting it effortlessly.

“Well,” he said coolly, tightening his hold just enough to make Matthew wince, “you heard the lady. She doesn’t want you anymore.”

Matthew struggled, red-faced. “Let me go! Do you have any idea who I am?!”

The man tilted his head, amused. “Do I?”

He leaned closer, like he was talking to a sulking child.

“You look like a kid who just lost his favorite toy to someone better.”

He grinned. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood tonight, kid.” His voice dropped low. “Because otherwise, I’d have made you regret ever laying a hand on me.”

For a split second, I saw fear flicker in Matthew’s eyes.

That moment was satisfying.

I had suffered in silence, doubted myself, and shrunk into corners while he played savior to another woman. But now, he was the one humiliated. Held in front of everyone like a tantruming child.

And God, it felt good.

Still, I didn’t want this stranger to get into trouble because of him. If Matthew found out who he was, he might try to get revenge.

I reached out gently and laid my hand on the man's hand.

“Let him go, and let’s go.”

He looked at me, eyebrows raised.

“You did promise me a night, remember?” I said, meeting his gaze with a smirk. “Didn’t you?”

He looked at me for a long moment, something like pride and lust simmering in his eyes, before he released Matthew with a flick of his hand like he was letting go of garbage.

Matthew stumbled back, clutching his wrist, eyes still wide. Before I could fully process what had just happened, the man turned to me, and without asking, lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing.

I gasped, startled by how easily he carried me. Behind him, Matthew growled. “If you go with him, Violet, I swear to God, we’re really over! I’ll never take you back! Not even if you crawl on your knees and beg! You hear me?!”

The man carrying me didn’t stop walking. Instead, he chuckled low in his throat, the sound amused. “Don’t worry,” he called over his shoulder, “she will be on her knees and begging,”

He glanced down at me with a smirk. “But not for you.”

Heat exploded in my cheeks.

I wasn’t a fool, I knew exactly what he meant. And the worst part? My body reacted to his words. My thighs clenched together, and my breath came just a little faster.

He carried me out of the party, and for the first time that night, I felt relieved.

That place had been suffocating.

Outside, the night air was crisp and cool against my wet skin. Parked in front of the building was a sleek black car.

A tall man with dyed white hair stepped forward, bowing his head slightly before opening the car door.

The masked man lowered me into the seat, then slid in beside me as the door shut. He pressed a button, and a partition rose, separating us from the driver, making sure the people in front couldn’t see us.

I wrapped his jacket tighter around me. His scent lingered in the fabric.

I turned to him, and instantly regretted it.

His piercing blue eyes were already on me, unreadable behind the mask. I finally had the chance to really take a good look at him, and the sight made my heart skip a beat.

His soaked white shirt clung to his chest, outlining lean muscle, chiseled abs, and dark tattoos that curled along his ribs. Water fell across his collarbone and slid down his neck.

I licked my lips before I could stop myself, and he noticed. His mouth curved into a smile.

I quickly looked away. “T-Thank you… for helping me,” I mumbled. “You can drop me off anywhere, as long as it’s far from here. I don’t want them to see me.”

He tilted his head, watching me like I’d said something absurd. “Why would I drop you?”

“Eh? Why not? Wasn't that all an act? Didn’t you just help me because you felt bad?”

He laughed like I was speaking an entirely different language, before leaning in.

I instinctively leaned back, until I was pressed against the car door. My heart thundered in my chest as he braced one hand beside my head, boxing me in.

“I don’t do things out of pity,” he said, voice low. “And I meant what I said.”

My breath hitched. “What…what do you mean?”

He reached out, one hand curling gently under my chin, tilting my face up toward his.

“I meant when I said I wanted you to spend the night with me.” His other hand slid up my thigh. I sucked in a breath. He moved slowly, his fingers trailing fire as they traveled from my knee to my waist, where they settled.

He leaned in, his lips grazing the shell of my ear before giving it a soft, teasing bite.

A soft moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.

“Let me ruin you, princess.”

Good girl

Hades

Her scent.

It drove me crazy.

I’d just arrived at the masquerade, already regretting it. The moment I stepped inside that ridiculous party, I wanted to leave. I’d only come back to this godforsaken country because of the deal my old man demanded.

It had only been seven years, and the first thing he did was throw a party I had to attend, just to sign a damn contract. He even told me to dress the part. I hated unnecessary things, but without his signature, the merger would stall. So, I gave in to his childish demands.

What I didn't expect was to come across someone this fascinating.

When she passed by me at the party, her scent hit me first. It was the kind of scent that made you want to bury your face in her neck and forget everything else.

She was smiling at someone, dressed modestly compared to the other guests, yet she outshone every heiress in the room. That was when I knew I was going to have her.

I was the kind of person who always took what I wanted, even if it meant going after the girlfriend of the adopted boy I took in for convenience.

That boy was just a placeholder so my father could have a future heir without bothering me. I never wanted to deal with that kind of drama, so I signed the paperwork and told my secretary to handle the details and adopt whoever he liked.

I’d barely spoken more than a few words to the kid over the years. But his woman? She had my full attention.

The moment I saw how he treated her like she was replaceable, it only sealed his fate. I don’t feel guilt, but even if I did, there would be none here.

She deserved better.

She deserved someone who would treat her right, and give her all the pleasure her body craved.

She was in my car, soaking wet, and wrapped in my coat, looking at me with those soft, innocent eyes, it made something primal snap inside me.

I didn’t feel like a man at that moment. I felt like a beast barely held together.

She licked her lips and I had to control myself to keep from dragging her into my lap and taking her right here.

I felt her tremble. Her body responded perfectly, as if she was made to fit against mine.

I bit her ear again, and she gasped.

“Y-You… you were serious?” she stammered, voice barely above a whisper.

I leaned back just enough to see her face.

“I hardly joke around, princess,” I murmured. That delicious red bloom rose on her cheeks again. She looked like she was overheating from the contact.

Ah, so cute.

She swallowed and frowned slightly. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Princess?” I echoed, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Because that’s what you remind me of.”

Her breath hitched in her throat, and her blush deepened.

I think I’d just found my new favorite pastime, making and watching this woman blush.

My hand slid from her thigh to her waist, fingers tightening possessively. I brought my other hand up, brushing my thumb along the curve of her bottom lip.

“Give yourself to me.”

She blinked, and licked my thumb. It was the barest flick of her tongue, but she froze instantly, her eyes flying open like she hadn’t even realized what she’d done. She probably meant to lick her lips.

“I…I just came out of a toxic relationship.”

“I know,” I said. “I’ll make you forget about that little boy.”

Her gaze darted down. “I might not be the perfect person to—”

“You’re breathtaking.”

She stared at me like I’d just flipped her world upside down. There was tension between us. God, she didn’t even know how irresistible she was like this.

“I don’t even know you,” she whispered.

“We can fix that.”

Before she could blink, I lifted her. Her breath caught in her throat as I shifted back into the leather seat and pulled her onto my lap. She gasped, arms instinctively wrapping around my shoulders, her legs tightening around my waist.

Her breasts pressed into my chest, and her thighs gripped my hips.

I felt all of her.

A growl escaped my throat before I could stop it. My voice came out darker, and more strained. “Careful, princess, you’re making me hard.”

She jerked back immediately. I placed my hands firmly on her waist, anchoring her in place. Her breathing was shallow, but she didn’t try to climb off me.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Trying to have a conversation,” I said, looking up at her.

“We can have a conversation without doing this.”

I chuckled, reached up, and brushed a loose strand of hair from her flushed face.

“And how would that be any fun? Ask your questions.”

She sighed as if finally surrendering to me. “Fine. There’s no harm in trying. What’s your name?”

“Hades.”

She smiled almost instinctively, as if the name had sparked something playful in her.

“Just like the god of death?” she said, a little too brightly.

When she realized how excited she sounded, she coughed and looked away, flustered. “Sorry—I’m kind of a Greek gods fan.”

I chuckled, amused. Of course she was.

“Just like the god of death,” I confirmed. “My father’s a mythology fanatic. He thought naming me after the ruler of the underworld was cool.”

Her smile returned. “That is actually kind of cool. But I’ve heard the name somewhere before. I just can’t remember where.”

“It’s a pretty common name.”

“Maybe.”

She was relaxing now, her weight settling more comfortably on top of me, her body molding against mine like she belonged there. I slid my hand to her waist, holding her with ease, and asked, “And what’s your name, princess?”

“Violet.”

I nodded slowly. “Alright, princess.”

She gave me a look. “What’s the use of telling you my name if you’re still going to call me princess?”

“Because you wanted to have a conversation,” I said with a small smirk.

I usually didn’t waste time playing games before taking what I wanted. But this time, I was willing to play a little. Even if I was still impatient.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Twenty-four,” she said. “I’m in my final year of college. You?”

“Thirty-eight.”

She paused, as if she hadn’t expected that.

“Nervous now that you know my age?” I leaned in, letting my voice drop lower, right near her ear. “I thought I made it clear, you were going to spend the night with a man, not a little boy who can’t get his shit together, princess.”

My hand slid back down her thigh once again, creeping higher inch by inch.

She swallowed, breath catching in her throat. “It’s not that. I’ve just never—”

I cut her off, lips brushing against her neck. “Never been with someone older?” I murmured, pressing a kiss just beneath her jaw.

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t pull away.

“Mm,” I murmured, lips dragging across her skin, “Well then, you should try it.”

Her fingers gripped my shirt tighter. And when I kissed her neck again, lower this time, I felt her hips shift, slightly rubbing against me.

“Ahh.” She moaned.

My jaw tensed. She had no idea what she was doing to me.

I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, which were hazy with desire.

“Enough games, princess. Do you want me?”

Her eyelashes fluttered. She blinked slowly and whispered, “Yes… I want you.”

“Good girl,” I said, then crushed my mouth to hers.