Chapter 6
Poppy
My Daddy? A serial killer?
It couldn't be.
I couldn't focus on a single word Professor Martinez was saying about European literature. All I could think about was Daddy's c**k.
It had been three days since he had touched me properly and I was losing my mind. Mom had been home more than usual, which meant we had to be careful. Which also meant I was horny and aching and ready to combust.
My phone buzzed in my lap.
Daddy: How's my sweet girl doing?
I bit my lip, glancing up to make sure the professor wasn't looking my way before typing back.
Me: Horny. So horny I can't think straight.
Three dots appeared immediately.
Daddy: Where are you?
Me: Literature class. Why?
Daddy: Because I'm on campus.
My heart skipped. What?
Me: What do you mean you're on campus???
