Tyrant Daddy (Tyrant Dynasty #3) Read Online Isabella Starling

Categories Genre: Billionaire, Dark, Kink, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Tyrant Dynasty Series by Isabella Starling
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
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I have every last vestige of control over her in my hands now. I pull out of her pussy, watching my cock dribble on the floor. My cum shoots out in thick ropes.

"Why?" she moans. "I wanted it in my pussy!"

"You don't deserve it," I grunt, zipping up my spent cock. Good girls work for my load, and she barely even tried. Maybe this will be a lesson to her. "You can lick it up though, if you'd like."

"Off the floor?" She somehow manages to blanche and blush at the same time, making me laugh out loud at her.

"I guess this will prove whether you're a whore or a princess," I tell her with a wink. "Thanks for letting me use your hole."

I push past her out of the bathroom, leaving her shivering and barely covered up as she leans against the marble sink. I don't need to watch the security camera footage to know she'll shamelessly drop to her knees and clean the floor the moment I leave. I saw the truth in her eyes before I left. She's a little slut. They all are, deep down.

"Wait!" I turn around to find her there, hurriedly pushing her torn panties inside her handbag. "Please, I... I want more."

"More? You just emptied my cock, didn't you?"

She shushes me – enough reason for me to backhand her, but I don't. Instead, she steps in front of me, cheeks brightly flushed as she leans in to say, "Please, I want more. Keep me around. I'll be useful."

"I'll make you prove that," I mutter, eyeing her again. Why the fuck would I say no to this? She's sexy, gorgeous and wants more of my cock. Only a fool would turn her down. "Fine, you can stay – for now."

Her eyes light up but I stop her with my hand held up.

"One last thing."

"What's that?" She dares me to test her with her eyes.

"I want you to call me Daddy."

Chapter 1

Willa

"Willa, you have to take a left turn here!"

"Oh, shit!" I make a wild turn. Mercy shrieks and holds onto the car door for dear life. Okay, maybe I'm not the best driver out there. But I haven't had much practice, and I can't get better without that, can I?

"You're gonna make me throw up your birthday cake." Mercy does look a bit green as she takes deep gulps of air. "Take a right here."

I make a less erratic turn. I'm sure her stomach would thank me if it could. Driving up to a side alley, I park precariously with two wheels on the pavement. Checking my work on the curb, I shrug and get out of the car, popping my gum. Mercy follows suit and we make sure to check the road for creepers before wiggling out of our clothes. We're both wearing long-sleeved, knee-length dresses our parents would surely approve of, but underneath them our true outfits wait to shine.

Mercy's in a miniscule co-ord skirt and crop top, with her signature white sneakers. I've tried talking to her about heels but my best friend's freaking clueless. She insists on wearing the white sneakers with everything. My outfit, on the other hand, comes with a change of shoes. I put on a pair of sky-high black stilettos I stole from Dove's closet and unzip my dress to reveal a pair of denim cut-offs and a white lace top with embroidered purple flowers. I'm not wearing a bra, and Mercy eyes me cautiously.

"Dude, I can see your nipples."

"So?" I stick my tongue out at her. "It's my birthday, let me wear what I want to."

"Fiiine," she drawls out. "But don't blame me if we get arrested. You're only sixteen. Pretty sure Nox would throw a fit if he saw you like this."

"So don't tell him." I give her a wicked smile and motion for Mercy to follow me as we slink away from the car. "Is that the bar?"

She nods and I swallow thickly, watching the long line snaking up to the swanky place we've decided to hit up tonight.

"You really think they'll let us in?" I mutter.

"Kaylee and Sophia got in last week." She reapplies her red lipstick. "And we look way, way hotter than them."

"But do we look older?" I chew my lower lip, erasing any trace of lipstick I had left myself. "They're seniors, M."

"So? One look at your chest and that bouncer's fucking toast." She winks confidently before grabbing my hand. "Come on. Let's give it a try."

Throwing one last look at my car, I take a deep breath and follow my best friend to the entrance of the club. She pulls me right past the line where people boo us and hiss. But Mercy ignores it all. I really do admire her confidence.

Finally, we're standing in front of the intimidating bouncer. Mercy was right, he's staring right at my tits. But then his expression turns pissed off and he meets my eyes.


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