“You’re mine, Lily. I don’t care about your age or your past. You belong to me now.”
William looked deep into my eyes with that smoldering stare, and I melted into his arms as his lips pressed down on my neck.
It no longer mattered that he was old enough to be my father, or that he was my friend’s dad. All that mattered was that he was about to consume me.
And I would let him.

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In the world of art and love, Lily and William's passionate journey unfolds. As Lily's paintings captivate the globe, their love is tested by a vengeful ex-wife and a dangerous art thief. Together, they navigate fame, deception, and the power of their shared dreams. A gripping tale of resilience and the bond between two hearts, will their love survive the shadows threatening to consume them?

Billionaire Daddy’s Little Artist is created by Scarlett Rossi, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

Billionaire Daddy's Little Artist

Closing our hotel door behind us, I could no longer keep my hands off William. I really hadn't been trying anyways, the minute we had escaped from the elevator our hands danced over each other's bodies. He pushed me up against the door as he grabbed my breast and brushed a thumb over my nipple. I moaned as he circled it with every intention of teasing me.


"William," I groaned as my head rolled back. 


"Yes, Lily, say my name, louder though," William encouraged me and he began to suck at the nape of my neck. I could feel his tongue lick my skin and the start of a new hickey beginning to bruise where he had left his mark. 


I reached for his belt but he knocked my hand away. "No, let me have my way with you first."


I sucked in a breath as he lifted me and carried me into the bedroom placing me on the bed with care before he straddled me. His eyes met mine as he swept his hair back. 


Chapter 61 : Paradise in Paris