CARLOS
That word. That damn word.
They rolled off her tongue with a bite of sin.
Soft.
So damn sweet with an edge so sharp enough to cut through the walls of his restraint he’d build between them.
Daddy.
Fuck.
For a split second. She almost succeeded. The bridge almost collapsed the moment she got out of the pool, all wet, deliberately swaying her hips and provoking him.
She almost won.
A breath away from triggering the impending feral thoughts burning in his chest. But he shoved them down. Hard.
She doesn’t understand this game she was trying to play, but it wasn’t a game to him.
“Don’t—” his voice came out deep and low. “Ever call me that."
“You asked me to see you as a relative. Don’t you like being called Daddy?”
Carlos released her with a feral hiss. One more breath of he
