Who Wrote The Lyrics For "Please Take Me Home, Dad" Originally?

“I don’t know how,” I whispered. “Can you show me? Please, daddy.” He should have said no. Instead, he said, “Lie back and open those pretty legs. Let daddy take care of that for you.” When I shattered all over his fingers he looked at me like I was the most devastating thing he’d ever seen and said, “That’s my sweet girl.” Three days later he put me on a plane to London and didn’t look back. ----- She has spent three years across an ocean trying to unlearn her Stepfather; his voice, his hands, the way he said her name like it cost him something. She almost managed it. Then he called to say he was getting married again and he needed her home. Now she’s back in Boston, sleeping under his roof, watching him plan a future with someone else, and pretending she doesn’t still want him the way she did at nineteen. He is doing the same, pretending. Controlling. Building walls and calling it protection. But three years haven’t changed what’s between them. If anything, the distance made it worse. He sent her away once to save her from him. This time, she isn’t leaving. Some things are wrong in every way that matters, and still impossible to stop. WARNING: This book contains explicit erotic content and is meant for mature audiences. It explores desire, power, and complicated relationships without holding back. Please proceed only if you’re comfortable with that.

For Adults+🔞🔞🔞 Only..Gracie never wanted to come back home—but the summer traps her in the house with the one man she both fears and craves: her stepfather. Cold, ruthless, and dripping with quiet disdain, he’s made it clear for years that she is nothing but a burden. Yet his every glare ignites something forbidden in her, a hunger she’s never dared confess. Now, every moment alone with him feels like a test of control. The brush of his hand, the gravel in his voice, the way his eyes linger too long—Emma can’t tell if he wants to destroy her… or devour her. The secret she carries inside burns hotter each day, pulling her closer to the edge of obsession. This summer, masks will shatter. His cruelty hides something darker, and her longing hides something even more dangerous. Between hate and desire lies a line they are both desperate to cross—where punishment tastes like pleasure, and love is twisted with sin. A raw, heart-pounding tale of forbidden lust, dangerous secrets, and the irresistible pull of the man she was never meant to want. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation.

Not even three years into their marriage could Gabriella Carrington capture Henry Toussaint's heart. Instead, following the return of Henry's first love, all Gabriella receives is a divorce agreement and a brutal slap from reality. "Will you still leave me if I'm pregnant?" Gabriella asks, in which Henry affirms adamantly. It was what it took for her to finalize the divorce and let her dreams die. Only, Henry seems to want a second chance now that she has finally given up.

My mother was a player in a quest. Once her mission was a success, she exited this world, leaving me behind with four fathers. The first was a billionaire CEO. The second was a famous movie star. The third was a world-renowned doctor, while the fourth was incredibly powerful and influential. My four fathers spoiled me rotten for sixteen years, giving me everything I ever wanted. That was until three years ago when Sadie, the daughter of the one that got away, returned. Since then, my four fathers believed her over me. Sadie claimed that my mouth was filthier than a dog’s, so they threw me in the dog kennel and fed me dog food. When she accused me of rallying the other students and bullying her in school, my fathers got me expelled and hired three street gangsters to beat me up for months. Once again, Sadie insisted that I pushed her, and as a consequence, my fathers locked me in a cage for three whole days in the name of teaching me a lesson. As I lay there in hunger, my mother’s voice rang in my ear. “Niamh, do you want to come back to Mommy?”

He stared down at me, his dark eyes burning with desire. His touch was electric, sending shivers through my body as his fingers teased me, leaving me breathless and aching for more. "You want this?" he murmured, his voice rough with need. I could barely think, barely speak—all I knew was that I needed him. "Yes..." I gasped, arching against him as his touch grew bolder, more demanding. Every stroke, every whispered word pushed me closer to the edge. I was lost in him, in the way he claimed me without hesitation. "Who are you?" he demanded, his grip tightening.” "I am your dirty little slut." I gasped... A month after her dad died, she moved to L.A.—to live with his best friend. A man rich enough to own the city, and powerful enough to stay untouchable. She thought it’d be awkward. Quiet. Maybe even safe. But then came the night. One mistake. One touch. And everything changed. Now they’re caught in something they can’t control. It’s wrong. It’s dangerous. And it feels way too good to stop. She knows this can’t last. He knows it too. But the more they try to stay away, the harder it gets to breathe without each other. And if anyone finds out— It won’t just break hearts. It’ll ruin lives. This story is rated 18+...

"Can you feel it?" Richard breathed, his thick fingers buried deep inside my dripping pussy while his eyes locked on mine. "This greedy cunt clenching around my fingers... begging for more. You're such a desperate little slut for me." "I hate you," I gasped, even as my back arched and my pussy gushed around his hand. "No, you don't," he said, his thumb finding my clit and pressing hard. "You hate that I am the only one who makes you feel this way. You hate that I am the one who knows exactly how to ruin you." Shame and pleasure twisted inside me as he continued, his fingers relentless, finding every spot that made me shake. ****** It shouldn't have been him touching me, fucking me and making me scream in ways I never knew I could. Now, nothing could end this forbidden affair. He was the wrong man — my father-in-law —- yet the only one whose touch could make me come undone... the only one who knew exactly how to break me and put me back together. I should walk away. I should end this filthy game. But a single touch from him and whispered filthy words leave me moaning his name like I'm made for him, and beg for more.