Isla pov
I must have misheard him because Alaric didn’t just tell me to call him daddy.
Was he insane? Call him daddy?
I know the contract had explicitly stated that I had to address him that way whenever we were alone, but to be honest, I thought he was joking and I never took it seriously.
Then again, I should have known better. This was Alaric Voss— unpredictable and insane.
I blinked at Alaric, my palms turning sweaty as we both stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. Neither of us spoke, and in the tense silence, I could hear the pounding of my own heartbeat.
My heat throbbed almost painfully as I felt his bulge pressed against me, the urge to lean closer and rub against it was nearly unbearable.
“W-what are you saying? You should stop playing around,” I whispered
