If you were to mention her name in a locker room, or in a girls bathroom, you would always get the same look and smirk sent in your direction. Because she was an urban legend. Someone people told their younger siblings about when they wanted to brag about how awesome it was to be a teenager. The details and the ending would always change, but the conclusion to the story was always that; "that girl had some serious daddy issues." (Art on cover credited to http://athousandclouds.tumblr.com/)

Kidnapped; by one of Britain's most wanted. Stuck; in a mansion with 15 "dolls". AKA, "Daddy's little girls" and each and everyone has an individual reason to be there. And now it's Keegan's time to pay a visit, insisted by yours truly. Britain's most wanted: Harry Edward Styles. "Daddy's home!" The door creaked open as a tall, lean man stepped into our presence. "Hello, baby dolls."

By reading this story, you automatically have a one way ticket to hell. See you there kittens ;) Disclaimer: This story contains, rape, bdsm, and lots and lots of smut. If you don't like that, I suggest you leave. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED I do not allow any translations.

"i fucking love the way i'm loving you."

I'm not as fragile as you think. Don't tug my hair. Grab it. Don't graze your teeth along my skin. Devour me. Bite down until I cry out. Then do it again. Don't caress my throat. I want to feel your fingers wrap tightly around it. Feel my pulse hammer into your palm. Feel the breath short in my chest and that little bit of panic set in. Don't nudge my knees apart. Move them like they're yours to spread. With intention. With possession. Don't hold my hands. I want to feel your strong grip around my wrists. Use all your weight. Make me lie still. I want it to still hurt tomorrow. I want to see the bruises. The welts. The handprints. Don't ask me if I'm ok. Tell me I am. I need to let go and not think. I need you to make me yours. Let my body answer for me with each shudder and moan. With the pool of wetness between my thighs. These are the things I can't control. I don't want to control. That's the point. Don't doubt. Don't worry. Don't overthink.

Carter's dad has got it going on. -Rose