Mia's POV
I thought once would be enough.
That scratching the itch would make the craving go away, that finally knowing what Rick's c**k felt like inside me would satisfy whatever sick twisted need had been consuming me.
I was so f*****g wrong.
If anything, having Daddy inside me just made me hungrier. Now I knew exactly what I was missing—knew how his thick c**k stretched me perfectly, how his rough hands felt gripping my body, how his deep voice sounded when he called me his good girl while destroying my p***y.
And I wanted more. Needed more.
It had been three days since movie night. Three days of stolen glances and tension so thick I could barely breathe. Rick was avoiding me, barely looking at me during meals, finding excuses to leave the room whenever we were alone. He thought d
