Page 63 of Daddy's Soul


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“Suck,” he murmured.

Oh no. This was bad.

So very, very bad.

His gaze grew intense, darkening, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to fight him any longer.

“Suck, baby.”

Fudge knuckles. There it was. Baby. It was her kryptonite.

Being called baby by a strong, gorgeous, sexy man . . . yep. She was putty in his hands.

Faith felt herself melt. She sucked on his finger and stared up at him. The thunder in the distance barely registered.

Which was so weird. She’d never felt this . . . relaxed during a thunderstorm.

Well, sort of relaxed.

“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

It had been.

It really had been.

How often had she longed for Matt to call her baby? But he used to say that it felt derogatory to call her that. He’d always called her Faith.

She didn’t understand how it could be derogatory when it was what she wanted.

To be honest, it had made her feel weird and icky inside when he said that.

As though she was wrong to want him to call her that.

Reuben leaned her back so she lay against his arm, which was resting on the side of the sofa. His finger was still in her mouth, and she sucked on it, trying not to moan.

This shouldn’t feel so good.

But it did.

“That’s it. Just relax. Close your eyes. Good girl.”

She curled into his bare chest.

Wow, he was really warm. A sigh of pleasure escaped her. To her shock, she started to drift off to sleep.

“Such a good girl for me. This is what Daddy likes. A Little girl who obeys him.”

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Faith woke up slowly.

There was something weird about where she was lying. It wasn’t the uncomfortable sofa bed in Cammie’s basement. She could actually stretch out. Although she still felt tired.

Seemed like she always felt tired lately.

She barely slept. The basement was cold, and damp, and she just never felt safe. She sat up with a gasp.

Definitely not the basement.

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